[1v1] Keeping sharp (Shun/Amrita?)(kinda gore?)

[Enoh Love]

Things were going well, and while she was quite pleased by this simple fact, she was also not one to slow down because of it. She had to keep going, to continue to push forward towards her goal. Never stopping, never resting -

Which brought her to the training field. While her contacts were out gathering information, she needed to get back into the combat swing of things herself. Plus, as she had realized in the last week or so, she had not actively fought since she began to wake up. For all she knew, her skills here could be lacking. Her host could be weak. She had no idea.

It was time to change that.

She moved onto the field with a purpose, her attire chosen for ease of practice, switching dresses and skirts for flexible pants and a tank top, which showed more of her stitching and more of her blackened limbs than ever before. While she had somewhat expected to be training alone and practicing on dummies, she was quite happy to be mistaken. It seemed Shun was already there, throwing himself into practice.

"Exactly what I like seeing." She said in way of greeting, making her way towards him but being smart enough to keep her distance from those swinging daggers. "Good morning, Shun. Would you like to practice with a moving target?" She asked innocently, her way of invitation.
 

[Blade Kuroda]

Indeed, Shun was already inside, hard at work. He was there, striking at one of the dummies repeatedly with his blades. There may have been a few chips on the ground from the damage he was causing the thing. When Amrita came on in as well, he turned towards her and gave the patchwork girl a curt nod of greeting.

"A moving target is always better than a stationary one. Especially if it fights back," he replied.

Rolling his shoulders, he stepped away from the practice target, moving to face her more directly. He let out a few breaths, then lowered himself into a defensive crouch, ready.  

[Enoh Love]

"Oh, I intend to." The patchwork promised sweetly, before matching Shun's stance; lowered, and at the ready. Her fingers flexed at her sides, itching to grab something other than air, or perhaps wanting so badly to summon the thorns that curled along the edge of her subconscious. Nothing summoned to her hands; it was just her, and Shun, and his weapons.

Their stand off lasted only a second or two before she moved, bolting towards him as if she had every intention of tackling him. Suddenly, she stopped short, and instead of attacking she dug her foot into the dirt and kicked some of it up at him, using that as a distraction to heft a small punch aimed at his torso.


HP: 60/60
Damage: 5  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun watched Amrita very carefully with his good eye. When she moved, he began to do so as well. He began to move off to the side to avoid her charge, though he didn't entirely expect her to suddenly kick dirt up into his face. He recoiled at that before taking the blow to his torso.

It was not the best opening for him, but he made due all the same. She was close to him now. Grunting out from the blow he took, he soon shifted in closer to her. The dirt in the face clouded his vision somewhat, but he still knew exactly where she was. One blade came slicing down towards her extended arm, while the other aimed to pierce her chest while they were still right up against one another.

HP: 55
Damage: 16
Signet of shadows charges: 1  

[Enoh Love]

His blades sliced against her, but she didn't flinch. Her expression remained impassive, even as her free hand reached up, grabbing the wrist that held the blade in her chest. She squeezed tightly, and jerked back enough to pull the blade free before twisting his arm away from her. Her other hand gripped his shirt, making sure to hold onto him tightly until she could get a foot under his, trying to sweep him off balance and, using her grip, to shove him to the ground at her feet.


HP: 44/60
Damage: 10  

[Blade Kuroda]

Though he tried to break free from her grasp, it was too late. Shun quickly found himself being thrown to the ground. He hit it pretty soundly, but he was far from being out of the game just yet.

Once on the ground, he kicked out at Amrita's knees, attempting to knock her down in turn as he worked on getting back up to his feet.

HP: 45
Damage: 11
SoS Charges: 2  

[Enoh Love]

She stumbled, knocked off balance by his kick. Her landing was hard, her other knee smashing on the ground at just the right angle to be properly wrong. By the time she could regain her barrings, Shun was mostly back on his feet: and she had a decent enough stance, in a decent enough spot.

With a grin, she pulled a hand back, her fingers pressing together to form a point of wicked black claws. All it took was a sudden upward push get to her feet - and to put her hand right through his stomach. Her fingers flexed on the other side of his back, slick with his blood and dripping pieces of flesh to the ground behind him.


HP: 33
Damage: 20  

[Blade Kuroda]

Now back to his feet, Shun was just about to resume his assault. He wanted to keep up the momentum if possible, to force Amrita back. She was recovering quickly though, which made that difficult. As he was about to strike, he suddenly felt a large amount of pain in his midsection. His good eye widened and he soon let out a harsh cough as blood began to fill his mouth. A small bit of the crimson fluid spilled out between his lips as this happened.

He shut his eye momentarily, trying to push back the pain. When it reopened, he suddenly vanished. Amrita would not feel his body where it had been moments ago. The reaper appeared behind her, aiming to stab into the back of her head. Once his made contact, he shadowstepped again, to her right flank, striking from there. Again from the left. The front. The back again. This flurry of shadowsteps and blades continued for several more strikes before he finally just appeared several feet back, kneeling on the ground. His blood was quickly pooling below him.

HP: 25
Damage: 19
SoS charge: 2
Using T3 SS  

[Enoh Love]

Shun's wet cough was like music to her ears, even if some bits of red dotted her skin as a direct result of the spray. When he disappeared, he left her a present; his blood and gore, dripping down her arm. Now free of his body, the torn flesh moved, sliding to the ground and dripping from her extended appendage.

It was a pity she didn't get the chance to relish in the feeling.

Stab after stab came, too quickly for her to pinpoint his arrival and departure, and too random for her to guess his next attack. At first, the strikes did nothing but made her stumble off balance, but near the end she was flinching as blades pierced into her, cutting away little bits of stitched together flesh. She began to lose control of the situation, and that was when her vines came to save her.

They came from her wrist, growing from the peeking vines Amrita had carried with her since before Riley's death. They poured out from between the stitches on her wrist, growing from a vibrant green into a revolting, thorny black. The last stab he managed to hit home had resulted in a small counter; some thorns, shooting up to slice through his wrist. When he vanished, as did her retaliation, at least for the time being.

She regained her balance, spat out a piece of old blood - blackened, thick phlegm - and turned, surveying the training grounds for him. He was spotted quickly a few feet away, the ground around him turning a lovely shade of red. This time, she knew better than to bask in the moment. Her right hand lifted, fingers spread with her palm out. The vines that poured from that wrist writhed at first, but quickly shot into action, lead on by a surge of FEAR from the ghoul herself.

The thorns bit into him as the vines twisted around his appendages. The vines curled, the thorns tore, and with a pulse of energy, they began to pull in every direction.

They only stopped when he did, and suddenly, she was alone.


HP: 17
Damage: 36
FEAR: Using Infected Battle Cry (12d4)