[PRP] Fighting Fire with Fire (Andrew/Uru)

[PhiferWolf]

Uru was just finishing up his first half our of practicing. His body glistened under the right light, his chest rising with deep breathes as his covered hands rested on his hip. His top damped at the neck and arm and at the hem where he occasionally brought it up to wipe his face, revealing his stomach. But his focus wasn't his appearance, it was the stubborn punching bag that continued to sway in front of him. He could wail on it all day but it would never show any signs of abuse. It was durable, but that was what the school probably had in mind; something that could withstand monsters and undead, either and demons. He stepped away from the punching bag, opening it up for someone else, as he went to the bleachers where his bag and bottle sat. Searching for a towel, he took swigs of water, unaware of his surroundings.

phantompanther

tag!

 

[phantompanther13]

Andrew was back in the sparring area again. He wasn't fond of the Gym, it usually required some form of touching but today he was watching, trying to figure out how to improve his fighting without actually... doing it. It was not getting good results. None the less he has taken up residence in the bleachers.

He hadn't noticed he was too close to the gym bag. Once that drink came out though his instincts flared and he scooted a few feet over even though something that small really didn't pose a threat.

"Won't that freeze and burst inside of you?" Andrew asked, master of the stupid questions.

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru's eye looked in the direction of the voice, the bottle still to his lips, his adam's apple bobbing as he took gulps. The eye narrowed with a are-you-serious expression. "You're the fire demon from the woods. I would think even you knew that we fire demons aren't harmed by our own flames." He pointed out. "But no, I won't "burst inside"." Uru rolled his eyes as he casually tossed his bottle back into his bag.

"What are you doing in the sparring area? That's just inviting." The demon hound grinned, his fist on his hip.

phantompanther13

 

[phantompanther13]

"I was just imagining ice spikes coming out of your body. It might actually be fun to watch." a small smirk crossed his lips and he turned back to the ring.

"I'm just watching. You know trying t figure out how the whole fighting thing works." he draped his tail casually over the edge of the bench, on the far side of the wolf thing for obvious reasons, and then reclined the rest of himself comfortably. "Maybe take a nap. as long as it doesn't randomly decide to rain."

PhiferWolf

Andrew is a wild fighter obviously.

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru gave a sarcastic huff, shaking his head. Apparently, this demon found the most sadistic ways for his powers to manifest. "You've never fought before. You learn by doing. How about you fight me?"

Uru offered, he knew there was a high chance the fire demon was going to decline. After their last encounter with a rather harmless challenge put them in different paths. The canine crossed his arms offering a shrug.

"That's if you want to spar. I haven't fought a demon who relied heavily on magics and FEAR."

phantompanther13

 

[phantompanther13]

"I've fought before." he huffed tail flaring up briefly in agitation. "I've done more than one spar." Even if they sucked and AJ kicked his butt and the tick or treater kicked his butt, and everyone pretty much kicked his butt. (Ok not everyone he totally kicked Mai's butt, but that's what she got for fighting with bugs.) But this time he had something to help a little. His hand touched the little wrist band he had bought not too long ago. He wasn't usually much for jewelry but he hadn't taken it off, not even to bathe. Which was a hell of a trick keeping it out of the Lava. He wasn't sure how heat resistant the thing was. Perhaps it was time to try it out.

"And I rely on burning you to death. Don't complain when your cloth catch fire." he got up and set his hands alight before hopping with a wing motion that let him glide gracefully down to the ring. "That is, if you still want to fight something that is on fire."

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Just as the fire demon's tail flared in irritation, his eyes' colors bled solid; his right eye's gold creeping outward to the rim of his iris as his left's blue moved to the pupil. He grinned an amused grin, a huff in his chest. He didn't get a lot of spars. He was in the gym constantly, but no one really came up to him. He recalled another hellhound - cold aligned, but that was but a brief one. The undead abomination beat him sorely. West, a friend of Damien's, also beat the hell out of him with no real contest. He wasn't a sore loser, he enjoyed it actually - the fight. It was much better than punching a bag that didn't push back.

The comment made him glance down at himself. He was wearing his usual dark colored tank top and athletic shorts. Aside from that, nothing special. He could buy himself another pair - in fact, he probably had dozen more like them in-between the two dorms. He didn't mind clothes, he could do without them, but social norms and policies and such... Besides, if they got going, the ghouls would surely want to watch two - if he was being objective - good looking boils going at it burning each other's clothes off.

Uru moved toward the ring. "I accept the challenge, but know that I am not afraid of fire like some Halloweeners. It'll be a fun one, so have me work for it, Fire Demon."

phantompanther13

Rolling for initiative!

 

[phantompanther13]

Andrew pulled his hands up in front of him letting the fire trickle over his fingers and hands.

The wolf wasn't afraid, maybe but he sure complained a lot earlier. It would be fun to kick his butt. "It's flame demon wolf." what was this feeling? Excitement? Why did he feel excited? This was weird, before he had always tried to avoid fights. He hated being touched, then why in this case was it different? Was it because the wolf wasn't afraid of his fire? No Molan never was he was just always irritated that he was on fire. Mai as well. AJ was different too. He liked the fight but he was always holding it over his head.

The wolf was dumb but why did this fight make him feel excited? Maybe it was just the little FEAR amp he got. Maybe it was that his was an honest challenge. To test their FEAR, not because they didn't like each other. Andrew wasn't sure why but he liked the feeling.

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

The Hël'würgen rolled his shoulders before bringing his shoulders down, fists up, and legs apart; steady and strong. Mimicking the 'Flame Demon', he allowed his azure flames sprout from his fist, dancing along the leather of his gloves. Simple intimidation tactics, but it also meant he wouldn't have to summon them on the spot either. They gave a nice bite to his punches, he suppose. Maybe talking wasn't the way to get through with this demon, maybe his fists might be able to.

With a sharp inhale, he ducked down, zipping toward the fire demon in a low sprint. In a blink, he threw a sharp upper cut aiming at the boil's chin. Chances of missing was good; he could manage a blow to the chest, hit the boil's arm guards, or his general face if he tried to pull back. Regardless, he was in close quarters now and that was where he excelled.

BATTLE INFO

Damage Done: 0
Damage Taken: 4
HP: 50/50

T1 (5d4 ) Siphon (The Chill) - Small blue smokey wisps from his fingers as he places it on target, sapping pain away from the individual.
T2 (3d4 ) Creeping Frost (Tainted Fang) - While distracting with attacks, a swipe of his palm creates a creeping frost on the contacted area.
T3 (9d4 ) Cocytus Fang (Battle Cry) - Aggressive kick-boxing maneuvers with signature cold-flames engulfing his feet and fists. Contact gives a cold-burning sensation.

phantompanther13

 

[phantompanther13]

The wolf thing, Andrew still didn't know his name, came at him fast. The fist came up and popped him under the chin. Andrew pulled back, his wings flapping long enough to get him just off the ground before coming down on top of the wolf, using his full weight to hammer down with both fists aiming for head back, or perhaps collar bone, whatever presented it's self in the rush of movement.

Another flap later pulled him backwards again as he tried to land in a more stable position.



HP: 46/50
Damage:8
Abilities used:
Effect:

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru watched as the demon took flight, using the momentum of his strike to take to the air. Though it was brief as he felt a weight smash down onto his back, letting loose a cry as he hit the ground. The demon hound braced himself the best he could, throwing his arm back to get the winged student off him, but he was already gone. However, before the demon landed, Uru was already on him. Right hooks, left hooks, right jab, left strike to the shoulder, foot sweep, feint kick into a mid-chest thrust, his body was lit with a blaze of competition - literally. His fists took on his flames, striking at the boil with each practiced, successive movement. He couldn't let the boil get a break or he might get a chance to use a nasty spell on him.

BATTLE INFO

Damage Done: 18
Damage Taken: 8
HP: 42/50

T1 (5d4 ) Siphon (The Chill) - Small blue smokey wisps from his fingers as he places it on target, sapping pain away from the individual.
T2 (3d4 ) Creeping Frost (Tainted Fang) - While distracting with attacks, a swipe of his palm creates a creeping frost on the contacted area.
T3 (9d4 ) Cocytus Fang (Battle Cry) - Aggressive kick-boxing maneuvers with signature cold-flames engulfing his feet and fists. Contact gives a cold-burning sensation.

phantompanther13

 

[phantompanther13]

Andrew never got his footing. Before he could get on the ground he was assaulted by too many punches to count. He couldn't even see the techniques, just burst of cold flames that struck and froze his blood locking him up.

Well most of him. He dropped back and turned away dropping to all fours, which might have seemed like a bad idea, except for the tail. The fire at the end condensed into a blade that swing from the ground upwards cutting towards the wolf's chest and burning anything in it's path.


HP: 28/50
Damage: 19
Target: Who are you attacking?
Abilities used: y2 battle cry -Flame blade
Effect:
Andrew condenses a bit of his fear into a solid like flame. It feels a bit like being cut with a hot knife.

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru let out a cry agony, doubling back, clutching his chest. That one really hurt. To solidify a flame is something that was beyond his imagining. It stung, it singed, it behaved like fire but the slash didn't burn away his flesh like a fire. It cut. It cut deep. His eyes flashed briefly before a grin came across his face. "Nice one, you may have to teach me that." Or he could just watch him do it again, pick up a trick or two. Uru moved quickly, closing the distance between them. He threw a hard forward punch with his right just past the boil's head. Any fighter would attempt to dodge him, it would make logical sense. However, it was but a distraction for it was the free hand that he'd be aware of. Uru's hand glanced across the fire demon's body in a sweeping motion. It hadn't mattered where he touched. The hellhound grinned as he watched the spot where he had contacted began to bloom in frost. Slowly creeping outward and deep.

"You can run, but my frost will run deep. From the inside out."

BATTLE INFO

Damage Done: 3 (turn 1 of Tainted Fang)
Damage Taken: 19
HP: 19/50

T1 (5d4 ) Siphon (The Chill) - Small blue smokey wisps from his fingers as he places it on target, sapping pain away from the individual.
T2 (3d4 ) Creeping Frost (Tainted Fang) - While distracting with attacks, a swipe of his palm creates a creeping frost on the contacted area.
T3 (9d4 ) Cocytus Fang (Battle Cry) - Aggressive kick-boxing maneuvers with signature cold-flames engulfing his feet and fists. Contact gives a cold-burning sensation.

 

[phantompanther13]

Was that a compliment? Andrew was pleased. Very pleased. That was perhaps the first compliment the wolf thing gave him. Actually it might have been the first compliment he'd received since coming here. Ever. Andrew smiled at him, a genuine real smile. "I can't reveal all my tricks." he got cocky dodging the punch casually, that was until the second hand just barely touched. Barely, except that it froze and stung him, clinging to his chest. "Jack!" He really hated that it wasn't real fire flames. He tried to simply raise his temperature, but it did no good.

Instead of trying to worry about the cold, gathered the heat into fireballs and launched a couple at the wolf thing. Some flung wide as the frozen spot was affecting one of his arms but the other hand got a few launched at him effectively.



HP: 25/50
Damage: 8.5
Target: Who are you attacking?
Abilities used: y3 Swift Strikes - Rapid fire
Effect:

Rapid fire: He sends several fireballs at his opponent.

PhiferWolf

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru braced himself down, keeping his feet firm on the ground as his muscles tensed. Unlike the boil who was fully clothed, he wore but a tank top and shorts. There was nothing to protect him from the flames but his own flesh. Still, he liked the challenge. The demon retaliated to his creeping frost with a barrage of flames. It was something he marveled at briefly, it was another trick he wanted to learn. His flames didn't leave his fist unless they had something to burn - a surface, an object, a creep. The demon punched at the incoming attacks, dissolving some with force, but others caught his shoulders and legs, singed him as they passed by, but he could not help but see the thrill in it. Standing before raining fire, fighting back with just his fists.

With the winged demon landed, Uru barked out a laugh as he placed a hand over his chest. "See? That is something I cannot do with my fire. Not yet. But this is probably something you cannot do with yours." He taunted as a cool blue wispy smoke wafted from his contact. Perhaps the flame demon could see it, but the coolness was relaxing his aches, solidifying his muscles, thin coverings of his wounds to prevent outside air from stinging. He was healing himself.

BATTLE INFO

Damage Done: 3 (turn 2 of Tainted Fang)
Damage Taken: 8.5
HP: 19 - 8.5 + 10 = 21.5/50

T1 (5d4 ) Siphon (The Chill) - Small blue smokey wisps from his fingers as he places it on target, sapping pain away from the individual.
T2 (3d4 ) Creeping Frost (Tainted Fang) - While distracting with attacks, a swipe of his palm creates a creeping frost on the contacted area.
T3 (9d4 ) Cocytus Fang (Battle Cry) - Aggressive kick-boxing maneuvers with signature cold-flames engulfing his feet and fists. Contact gives a cold-burning sensation.

phantompanther13