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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 2, 2018 21:16:04 GMT -4
It had come down to this, had it not? Forced by a blond cunt to fight a bigger, disgusting blond cunt. Darren had forced him to appear for a fight against Jasmine, a fight of which he had gotten confirmation that it would happen and that she did accept his request. More of a demand, in retrospective: Darren was never one to ask nicely when it was something he wanted. He could only guess how agressively he pushed to get Jasmine to appear at the Combat Area of the military camp, to fight Maximillian in a rematch that, surely, would end their differences and one-sided animosity once and for all. Now knowing he'd never be able to convince Darren otherwise, Maximillian had just given in, accepted his fate. He'd fight Jasmine, be defeated again and have his resentment only grow deeper. He knew well about this, he knew well that he was resentful. Yet, something within him refused to allow him to come to terms with his defeats, to let it all go: he knew she was a malicious beast, one that had to be put down. Even if it was in front of the military, even if he'd be arrested and possibly even killed. He'd do the world a favor, after all. He'd save the world from her existance, one that, in his eyes, plagued the world with all that was horrible. Cute saying those words, but he, up to a few hours ago, didn't have a way of enacting on these thoughts. He did now.Pre-emptively, he had spent around ten minutes paying attention to six special formations of ice. He had made them as thick blocks of ice. First, he broke them down to the general, very rough shape of the typical depiction of a thunderbolt. There were reasons for this choice: First and foremost, it looked incredibly cool, with the light reflecting off of the places of various thicknesses, its edges having been sharpened quite well thanks to his control. Second and so much more importantly, from his past playing various games for young children of combining blocks, of spending long times in his computer playing with the drawing tools and making thunderbolts everywhere he saw, he came to notice one thing: -Thunderbolts, as long as made in the exact image of each other, fit together like building blocks. By applying this knowledge, along with suggestions from Darren to expand his capabilities on crowd control and how much deadlier he could be if he could control weapons with his ice, it lead to this: making the weapons themselves, separated, controllable individually. Their shape was perfect to do various formations, attacks and be difficult to parry. At least, he thought. It still needed several battles and training sessions to really hone into a proper technique to incorporate into his martial art. Jasmine would be his first real trial. She'd be his guinea pig and, like so many scientists did to the animals they'd test on, she wouldn't live to see the final product to come to fruition.Hence he stood. Quiet, motionless. Six thunderbolt shaped blades quietly floating right behind him, in a formation that made it look like as if he had some crude imitation of wings. He just found those positions to be comfortable to hold, while still looking awesome. Just because you're preparing yourself to hurt someone doesn't mean you can't be beautiful.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Sept 10, 2018 17:59:47 GMT -4
Round two.
For some strange reason everybody was going for Jasmine's throat. Be it military personnel, teachers and even students; everyone found one reason or another to try to get under the blonde teenager's skin. Or rather, to try and rip her skin open. It had started the very first day the military opened its doors to the students of Yuuei - Jasmine was immediately greeted by scornful mugs all wanting nothing more than to rip her a new one. That or they looked at her curves a little too long like they wanted to do unspeakable things to her, making her reply with the very same aforementioned facial expression and demeanor.
The very first day was met with a plethora of unplanned fights and confrontations. Honestly all the lioness had wanted to do was train, maybe get into a military drill or two to see what it was like. She had heard many stories about marine training from her friends back at NYC. Heck, even Principal Kobayashi himself had drilled several soldier routines into her through the training he had put her through. But what Jasmine had experienced the second she found herself in the military grounds was nothing but a cold, unforgiving shoulder and the words of people who wanted nothing but to crush her under their boot. It might have even worked...
...if it was anybody other than Jasmine Noir they were trying to crush.
Not one to take a beating laying down, she had crashed into the place like a girl on a mission. One of the soldiers she had served a dish of whoop-ass to had even gone so far as to label her a terrorist. The sentiment had made her chuckle. It was one Private after another, sometimes several at a time. And despite how beaten down the quirk riot survivor had felt, she never once considered giving up. In that very same way she had created a reputation for herself among the ranks of the military present in the area - a notoriety of sorts that either made people think twice about crossing her... or made them want to test themselves against her.
She figured the students of Yuuei worked very similarly. Ever since the rankings had been posted up with the blonde taking second place among the vanity ladder in which she regrettably had no say in, so many people had risen to try to fight her. At first it was Yumi - then again that one was more of an accident than anything. Then Darren - which honestly hadn't come as much of a shock considering how their 'friendship' was building. Heck, even Rin had expressed the desire to test herself against the seasoned fighter that she was. And despite how vehemently Jasmine protested against it, she knew she wouldn't be able to talk the little Raven down for long. That girl could be even more stubborn than she was when she put her mind on something.
The blonde sighed at the mere thought of fighting against Rin. Sitting in the military changing room, fixing the pair of combat boots she had received from upper brass, she tried to steer her thoughts clear of it. There were other things to focus on - like the upcoming fight that she had unknowingly signed up for. After the several dozen fights she had had throughout the course of her staying in the military grounds, Jasmine had openly announced her willingness to take on anybody who had the balls to actually come face to face with her in the field of combat. Probably not the smartest idea considering how many people were gunning for her, but the blonde really couldn't help herself. Being in this place, the atmosphere, the constant fighting, the requirement to always stay on her toes... it reminded her of home so much. She had momentarily felt the feeling she kept getting when she first came to Yuuei - feeling ostracized, like she didn't belong. And that feeling was quickly crushed under a thousand boots.
She got what she wanted, right? A war zone, proverbial it may be. She could barely contain her grin; this was what she was used to.
Having fixed her outfit, she sat quietly in the changing room, elbows on her thighs as she leaned over, concentrating. In her last fight her clothes had gotten all but destroyed - a result of a flamethrower exercise gone wrong. Don't ask - you don't want to know the details. And don't ask how only her clothes had got ruined and not her skin - she wouldn't even know how to explain her luck if queried. The military, despite being a band of assholes, were nice enough to offer her a uniform. A white tank, green camo pants and black boots, all military issued. Jaz couldn't really complain - this shit was comfortable. She tied her hair into a singular ponytail and fixed a compression sleeve on her left arm, clenching her left fist a couple of times - the muscles on that particular arm ached a little, but it wasn't anything that would obstruct her in a fight. Just another thing she had to fight through. Nothing out of the ordinary.
And then when she had finally found herself in the fighting pit, the blonde had frozen for a mere moment. She had felt the cold first. Then and only then did she realize who she'd be fighting against. She sighed, fucking Darren. The gaze she gave Maximillian had initially seemed like one of utter disinterest - heck, perhaps even one of underestimation. But if he paid attention the dumb kid could feel how seriously Jasmine was taking this. When she took a fight seriously, Jasmine had two modes. One Maximillian had already experienced even though he probably didn't even remember it - or maybe chose not to, Jasmine didn't really care whichever way it was. And then there was the second one. The way she treated those who were out to kill her, when she was out to fight for her life. She doubted Maximillian could actually threaten her life, but he had done just that, only verbally. He had threaten to kill her, and she didn't take threats like these lightly. Despite how much he hated her, even he would likely be a little intimidated by the aura of utter bloodthirst she was exuding.
Eyes glistening a violent crimson, she got into position, raising her hands in front of her face, her fists clenched. Silently, she motioned for him to come at her. The blonde was no idiot - she knew that Maximillian had likely improved ever since their last fight. Plus, judging by how highly Yumi had spoken of him, turns out this kid wasn't as dumb as she thought either. Overdramatic to corny degrees, that was for sure, but likely not as mentally retarded as she had initially considered him to be.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 10, 2018 18:44:43 GMT -4
Words need not be spoken, for Maximillian knew of her presence the very moment she stepped upon the arena. A flat, largely open zone, devoid of any presence for a good distance, leaving them two to each other: to fight freely without inhibitions, even if there were people at a "safe" distance, Maxi himself couldn't see them anymore: a focus so tremendous the world around him became but a void he wouldn't need to care about, as he had something of much greater importance in front of him. Jasmine. JASMINE. Everything about her filled his heart with such unbridled hatred, anger and a sense of misery he couldn't quite explain to a terrifying degree. To him, her very presence, the essence of her own being was an affront to basic decency and he, of course, was the only being with eyes open enough to realize this. Only he, with his superior awareness of the world around him was suited to wipe a catastrophe off of the face of the planet. No. Existence itself.
Surprisingly, he remained quiet. While otherwise, he felt like he'd just start barking very much full threats at her, insulting her until the end of time or just berating her and everything he knows she cares about -- as much as he thinks a beast can care, sure --, though care none the less. Instead, nothing. Instead, he turned his entire frame towards her, showing those golden, sharp eyes that instead of showing emotion, simply gave off the light they always did whenever he used his quirk. The mist around him helped paint him in the light of someone who's dead on the inside, who gave up. That moment, Maximillian was giving up his life, having convinced himself that this fight would to do or die, to either save the world and his friends or die trying, in such a tremendous amount of projection one couldn't even begin to understand, to put such twisted emotions into reason: since all that he was doing was just trying to avoid being faced with his own inadequacy.
Step. Step. The boy who accepted death itself stepped forward slowly, his very presence bringing a cold and silence to the place like never seen before. It was chilling, in both senses of the word, of course. In truth, this slow approach was all a trap, one which he had set into a long plan. He knew that Jasmine did not know about the limit of the reach of his cold, specially since temperatures tended to spread and mix. After staying still for so long, moving would just spread his cold around, giving him a fake reach that, surely, would throw her off just enough for him to get into his real range.
With her in range, the next phase of his plan was to use what he already had in the clear, raising his six levitating, flying ice blades, created in a shape where they'd become deadly fast should he just start spinning them a little -- which he did. With six medium sized, spinning ice blades at a slight angle above him, he knew he could corral her into the next phase. Next Phase was all entirely from knowing that she only threw explosions from her hands: he saw this several times, actually. She flied by using explosions from her hands, simply with controlled recoil. She attacked from explosions with her hands. By attacking her directly from an angle above her, the explosions that surely would ensue would make sure her recoil would keep her on the ground. It all came down to the last phase. With her grounded and hands distracted, he'd have a perfect chance to strike at her while grounded, where it was easier to hit her. Even the very heat she'd create by defending herself was not nearly enough to instantly melt the ice he'd create: he had seen it first hand before. Once he attacked her directly with the blades, at the angle that they were creating, her only options would to fall back and hang low, since propelling herself upward would only get her cut. At that point, he'd have created traps to stab and maul her willy nilly.
No plan came with dangers, which he had also accounted for in his plan. It was almost pathetically impressive how much thought and time he gave it, actually.
He had accounted for the possibility of her, thanks to that intense blood thirst, to come directly at him with all that she got: even now, he had more of a confirmation of that danger. She had a murderous look in her eyes, one that didn't at all hide her intentions. She was easy to read like a book. What he had planned was that, under his shirt, he had ice. At a moment's notice, if she were to charge at him straight from the front, he'd have the distance between them AND his own body to, of course, stab into her, to make her bleed.
Not only that, he accounted for the possibility of her taking it slower instead and attack the slicer blades, at which case it'd be her worst mistake: from the front, from the back, he'd shred her meat clean off the bones.
It was time to enact upon his plan. Crossing his arms and pointing his tanned, cold fingers to her, the spinning blades took a crescent position, at a 45º degree angle above her and charged right ahead, to corral her directly back or, possibly, ahead. He was first banking on the back. Wether the blades had somehow miraculously hit, which they likely would not, he forced two spires of ice to sprout directly behind her, with the small extra range he'd have gotten from masking his presence. Those ice spires would sprout spikes that would, as quickly as his mind could force them, to shoot out directly at her. If it didn't work, he always had a plan and, no matter how tiring it could be should she get out of the first attack.. he would do it to his death.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Sept 28, 2018 17:18:24 GMT -4
In the face of overwhelming power, no planning would be good enough. That's something Jasmine had experienced first hand. That wall that felt impossible to climb no matter how much you tried. Over it. Under it. Around it. Even through it. Clawing at it, trying to force your way right through the very middle. Nothing worked. She had faced so many walls that seemed neigh impossible to overcome. So many damn hurdles that she had to break herself to be able to cross. And now Maximillian, in his own demented way, was trying to do just that.
That didn't mean she'd make it easy for him.
Some part of her wondered if Maximillian was truly as stupid as he looked and as he tried to look. He had improved, that was an undeniable fact. But there was one major miscalculation on his part. He underestimated her. Sure, he seemed to take up every precaution he could in this situation, but the confidence which he showed - the lack of respect for one's ability - made her sigh and shake her head. Did he truly think she hadn't also improved? Was his random desire to kill her truly so strong and unrelenting that he lost all form of rational thought? This dumbass... what the fuck were his parents thinking raising him like this?
The blades came flying at her at rapid speeds from different angles, her eyes keeping track of them like a hawk. Her focus skyrocketed as she clenched and relaxed her fists, numerous small sparks crackling around her palms and fingers. She was collecting a large amount of C2N14x in her grasp; she was fully intending to show him the difference between them. And while this was perhaps cruel from her side of things, it would hopefully serve as a welcome wake-up call.
As the constructs approached, Jasmine wasted no time swinging her arms forward in a cross-shaped motion. Several very large explosions followed suit, heating up the area in a range much larger than what Maximillian had previously seen her display, causing massive gusts of wind to encompass the area, almost shaking the ground around them with their sheer force. And while the heat definitely wasn't enough to melt the icy constructs flying at her, they were just enough to soften them up. Heck, even if they hadn't, the utter force from her explosions alone were enough to shatter his attempt at an attack.
Some part of her needed to give him credit. While Maximillian was a blabbering fool, he wasn't entirely stupid in the head. The blonde lioness was well aware that his IQ put him up there with the smarter people in their class. She was also well aware that he had been doing his damndest to try and improve himself, something which she could respect him for regardless of the reason for him trying to better himself. Combine that with Jasmine being quite aware of Maximillian's mind was capable of with one more miscalculation on his part and her sharpened instincts enabled Jaz to react just in time to the ice spawning behind her. She swiped her arm backwards as she turned, releasing one more large explosion at the spikes that were homing in on her from behind, shattering them on impact and leaving nothing but a blazing trail of dust behind.
Just as the male was supposedly aware of her previous abilities, so was she aware of his. Despite what he thought of her, he wasn't the only one keeping tabs in their fight.
It didn't take long for the dust to settle, but when it did it revealed Jasmine standing tall, practically looking down on Maxi as she raised her hand and motioned for him to attack her again, "That all you got, freeze-brain?"
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 28, 2018 18:28:21 GMT -4
His blades shattered and melted within his very eyes, the attack at the back that she reacted to with incredible speed. In the face of overwhelming power, the reasoning and strategy he always held dear to his heart was simply being crushed within his very own eyes, turned to cinder and kicked aside to the curb. The feelings of inadequacy that wracked his heart from within like a slow poison only intensified, forcing him to grit his teeth a little, looking down at the ground on the verge of crying out of pure anger, dissapointment, frustration. Over the time he spent here, he had defeated different opponents, broken several barriers of his own mind and quirk. He had learned to fight in a more energy-conservative way, picked up the art that was using remotely-controlled ice weapons to serve as your mid-range tools, to better control his ice without having to always use his hands for everything, even when they were unecessary. Fuck it, he had even learned intimidation from a suspicious man, forcing himself to put aside all of his fears and setbacks about even trusting a person like that just for the sake of his future as a hero and as a man of justice that would take someone as heinous as Jasmine down. No matter what she did, he had never heard a true apology from her, one that showed regret and guilt over the disfiguration of his arms and he couldn't forget that, he couldn't just allow himself to accidentally see her as a friendly person and a good challenge that drove him to constantly better himself, even if it was true.
Crossing his arms in a tight "X", he created a decently sized wall of ice to protect himself from the debri of his own shattered weapons, along with the sheer shockwave that her frontal blast sent out against him, the boy doing his greatest efforts as to not be blown not just away, but back. He wouldn't yield but an inch of ground to her, not in a fight that meant so much to him, where faltering even for one second would just give that much significance over his "perceived" inferiority against Jasmine.
Instead, he opened up his arms again, splitting the shield and disposing of what was left of it after taking that shockwave and heat that her blasts created, so much so that it managed to overload his body itself, the heat actually managing to get through to him and make him sweat, it was that bad.
She taunted him, she asked him if that was all that he had got. Would that be all he got against the overwhelming power that stood before him, something that made her look so unfathomably, viciously cocky over him to the point where he felt like he was being under-estimated again? At that point, even he knew very well that in this situation, there was no exact way he could ever defeat her, not until he gained that much power. As if she'd let him, after this day, it was likely he'd wind up dead and charred, buried in a ditch to never be found again. It was all or nothing and, for the least, he'd send her a silent message, that while it may not be him to bring the demon to her knees, someone would: someone always would.
First, Maxi shuffled around a bit, starting by relaxing all of his muscles for a little while, to get the tension off of his shoulders, back and specially his arms, since what he was about to do was slightly demanding of himself. Second, he opened up his legs a bit, lowering his entire body just a little bit to give himself stabler footing, since the attack he was about to make was strong enough to affect himself, something that barely happened with anything he did. It spoke greatly of what it was capable of, something that Maximillian didn't even fully grasp yet. Last time he had even dared to use it was against Darren, an attack that was sure to land him the victory should he not have been such an idiot and aimed to the guaranteed hit that was the torso, instead of the flimsy head that he just tilted aside. This time, there would be no mistakes: at the very least, he'd see her either struggle or god damn dodge.
"As a matter of fact.." Maximillian finally began, simply choosing to rest his left hand behind his back, for the attack that he was about to use only used his right arm, he didn't know how to use both for a proper effect. If you can do it with one, why do it with two? Stretching out his right arm to hear some bones pop, his hand opened towards her in a "claw" shape, only to be brought back as if he was reeling in his arm and hand to strike. By this point, even with the heat, Jasmine could see a small mist forming again.
"...This brain has that much more freeze to show." Ominous, though not edgy or even melodramatic as he was taught by his "teacher", Alaster. That very moment, the cold mist became a proper gust of cold, visible yet violent mist that picked up around him the moment he "activated" his drive, his skin taking a slightly flushed shade of his tan, his eyes shining with a stronger golden glow. While it did not directly power up his attack, it gave it the proper atmosphere to come out in full force and, besides, having a cold, misty wind flurring around your body, so much so it makes your hair move around looks quite cool.
To the proper part of his attack, well, it first started out as a calmer cold air brewing from the boy's palms, weaving through the spaces within his fingers, at which point he clenched his hand into a fist. Slowly, ice as dense as he could make it started forming, slowly forcing his hand to open. Obviously, from the looks of it, this attack would take a while to be used, which Maximillian quite assumed would be given to him: someone like Jasmine would never avoid a chance of "shooting him down" again, so he assumed.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 1, 2018 17:03:52 GMT -4
This brain has that much more freeze to show.
"That so?" The blonde lioness replied quite casually, as she watched Maximillian do whatever he was doing from afar. The air around them had begun getting even colder than it had before, so much so that Jaz could visibly see the mist forming around the male standing a ways away from her, doing whatever it was that he was doing. Her crimson eyes were watching him like a hawk, taking note of each subtle change occurring to his body gradually. The color of his skin had begun to change quite visibly and his eyes had begun emitting a strange golden hue of a glow. She hummed to herself curiously, head held high. Whatever this was, she hadn't seen it before. Some part of her even wanted him to complete this transformation to show her whatever it was that he was now capable of. Clearly he had been training - the blonde had noticed that quite quickly as the finesse with which he handled his ice had changed - that was quite obvious from his previous attack.
But, as she had stated to herself before, she wasn't about to make this easy for him. Just as Maximillian was giving it his all to improve himself, so was Jasmine going above and beyond with each passing day to try and hone her craft. Each day she would wake up extra early and hit the gym. The whole routine that Principal Kobayashi had given her. From top to bottom. Honestly that particular training routine was one that would drive most into a corner and make them fall flat on their ass and give up. Jasmine, though? Nuh-uh. She kept going. Pushing forward and breaking through boundaries even if it meant she had to break herself to do it. Eventually her efforts had paid off and she had trained enough so that the routine became almost as easy as breathing was. Then she would go to class, continue with her normal schedule of studying, eating, and overall surviving the day filled with annoying social encounters.
Eventually lunch would come where she would consume a balanced diet of carbs, fats and proteins, all accounted for by herself. Honestly Jasmine had become something of a dietologist if you considered the practically obnoxious amount of time she'd dedicated to making sure she was eating properly. Each food group accounted for and analyzed to deduce what kind of benefit it would have on her body and development. Nothing was left to chance - everything was planned... well, if you left out the occasional burger, burrito or chicken nugget she devoured regardless of whether or not it was a cheat day. A girl's gotta treat herself from time to time, y'know?
Then the end of class would come around the corner and Jaz would be right back at it again, dedicating time to train. This portion of her day, with her all warmed up both mentally and physically, would be dedicated to quirk experimentation. She'd try out new ideas she had developed over time, trying to see if they would work and if they did she would attempt to mesh them into her developing style of fighting. It was a trial and error type of process which more often than not ended up in failures of explosive proportions. Yet the girl always kept trying to find a more effective way to beat anything that stood in her way and climb even higher than she had reached. Never stop. Appreciate what you have but never settle. Always stay hungry for more. That was how Jasmine Noir lived her life. And she'd be damned if she said she regretted said way of life.
Then, afterwards, she would dedicate time to her homework. Reading textbooks, writing papers, doing all kinds of other shit that the teachers threw at her - this was the time she dedicated to getting all of that sorted. Honestly despite how she looked and acted Jasmine was a fairly organized individual. At least in terms of her daily schedule. It was the only way she was able to keep up her high grades and a good training schedule. One simple mishap was enough to screw all of that up and, as far as Jasmine was concerned, failure wasn't an option. Or rather, no, that wasn't accurate. Failure was the only option. What mattered was the drive to learn from that failure.
In the evening time Jaz dedicated the remainder of her time towards further physical training. Yet this particular set of training exercises was rounded more towards cooling off and letting her mind rest. Earphones plugged in, she would go for a jog. She would run, run, and run. Then run some more. It had become something of a ritual for the force that was the blonde lioness. A ritual that she follower religiously. With the beats hammering away in her ears, the serene or sometimes trashy melody guiding her, the lilac-eyed warrior would often lose herself in the music, almost as though chasing something that was far, far out of reach... yet not entirely out of sight.
This was her day. Every. Single. Day. And if Jasmine didn't follow this routine that she had set out for herself, it meant that either:
a) Something had happened
b) Someone she cared about needed her
This routine showed exactly how dedicated she was to improving herself.
And even if she didn't know how Maximillian carried himself, she was happy to know that he wasn't standing still either. Hell, maybe him viewing her as something to be crushed under his boot drove him to become even stronger than he already was. If that was indeed the case, then she wouldn't go easy on him. No, she'd show him exactly how far apart they were. With any luck that would push him to train even harder.
Thus, standing completely still for a few brief moments before finally acting, Jasmine raised a singular hand. Three fingers - her middle and index and thumb - were outstretched while the rest of her hand had been balled into a fist, resembling a finger gun. A small smirk appeared on her lips; the blonde hadn't yet properly tested out what she had learned in her training with Aeris. This was the perfect time to see how well this would work with live target practice.
As such, small crackles behind sizzling around her index and middle fingers, her the tips beginning to glow a little. Before long, a sound resembling a gunshot sounded as Jasmine fired a miniature explosion directly at Maximillian. Then another. And another. And another. Honestly she kept firing one after the other for about ten shots without stopping. These fingers cannons, albeit not as strong as her normal explosions were, packed quite the punch regardless. They were fast and compensated the for the lack of strength with their range. Honestly they managed to reach distances about four times as far as Jasmine's strongest explosions would. Best part? They minimized collateral damage. That was always a plus in her trainers' books.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 5, 2018 14:02:32 GMT -4
"..That so." He replied with a slight strain on his voice as he was charging the powerful attack on his right hand, his eyes still locked on her body, paying attention to everything she was doing. He wasn't up to getting his ass handed to him just because he was charging an attack like that, the use of MMF. Drive being not to actually give him any advantage of the power of the attack --it really didn't work like that--, but to instead use the great boost in speed and agility it gave him so that he could dodge and counter attack the very moment he'd need it.
Everything he had done up to today all culminated in this very battle, one that would be tremendously meaningful to not only his carreer as a hero, but also his life as a person. Every second he spent fighting Jasmine, for some reason, he faced himself coming down further and further from his hatred that he felt when it came to her. He still wanted to desperately hate her, to prove all that he "knew" from her. What he saw in front of him, however, was nothing more than just a very strong idiot. That was it. Not even an idiot in the knowledge or smarts department, god knew she may be even greater than him in that regard, but a social one. What he saw right now was just a socially inept idiot who didn't know how to deal with other people without making them feel antagonised by her. In her, with a clear mind and sweat dripping down his forehead, he saw, instead of an evil monster, an excitable fighter like Mia.
Had he been wrong? Had he been projecting hatred onto her so that he could feel justified in training so vehemently to improve his ability to hurt, instead of confessing to himself that he was training that hard because he was, plain and simple, not nearly as strong as he'd like to believe? The reason in him didn't want to say it, but his emotions would: his talks with so many different people, Aki, his teacher, his friends, a Moon -- it all culminated to this very moment, where he realized that he was just projecting his own insecurities.
A sour thing to realise, after he made so many changes in his life.
From the better diet he had secretely taken up to make sure that his body had a high calory intake mixed with several nutrients that he usually ignored of meats, grain, a lot more food and vegetables, all self cooked as to be as healthy as humanely possible -- all spread through five meals during the entire day instead of the usual two massive meals he'd have and call it a day because of his laziness.
From the fact that, to his combat training, even sleep had been weaponized: a small meditation technique he adopted, through control of his very own dreams to make them lucid whenever he desired it to. Through continuous attempts and mental control, the boy had actually become able to use the dilated time in one's dream compared to real life so that he could spend it all studying himself. The mind had several limitations, though from what he could have in his mind, several things were already possible: constantly reliving fights in his past and seeing how he could have acted better, different attacks he can try, different strategies to employ.
Hell, a lot of his new attacks had come from him constantly tinkering and theorizing while he slept -- for a solid 10 healthy hours, instead of his usual 12 in just NAPS --.
His waking moments that he spent pushing his body's stamina to the very brink, by running, using his quirk, constantly absorbing and releasing heat through his quirk and MMF. Drive: he had pushed himself as much as he could, trained his body in any way he knew how. None of his activities were as toughly regulated as Jasmine's or nearly as physical, though that was completely alright; they are very different people, who react differently to training.
That being said, several things had changed in him thanks to this training: his laziness was now way more limited and controlled to only his breaks, his overwhelming confidence in his quirk had changed to strong confidence in himself, he learned to see his quirk as just himself, like he'd see his right arm instead of regarding it as something separate. The boy even learned to not deny or fight against accusations of perversion, he learned to own up to it, to his faults and to his qualities. He was proud of who he was, at least, he thought.
Back to reality.
Maximillian's eyes quickly spotted that she was preparing two fingers and pointing them at him, while they crackled. Even while not knowing exactly how it worked, it was quite obvious to him what she was about to do: she was going to fire something at him. Gunshot-like explosions. They were surprisingly fast, though nothing that he couldn't dodge, even if just barely. The blasts were even faster than Darren's movements.. He had to end this, he now knew he was completely outmatched. Firing or not firing this attack was all a matter of resilience, of will and desire to at least prove that he isn't no bitch.
For he had fallen down back to Earth and saw that Jasmine was no monster.
Through gritted teeth, the boy's right hand now clutched the incredibly dense ice orb, as it began shaping itself to have the tip of a rather sharp spear. At the same time, he began a mad dash towards Jasmine, only caring to dodge the first two or three: at that point, he just began powering through them, fueled by pure ambition, devoid of all hatred, even showing it in his eyes: no longer murderous, no longer full of hate. They were peaceful, though excited. Wether it'd succeed or not, he attempted to raise simple ice shackles to wrap around her ankles, to keep her there for just long enough until he could do what he was about to do: he slammed his right hand forward, quietly whimpering and cringing from the pain that it was to launch something like that after so much strain and now injury. His torso and legs felt like they were on fire from those "gunshots". In the form of a spiral helix, quite literally spearheaded by a sharp, pointed part where the two pillars met, it flew with greater power, greater speed and greater endurance. From the distance where they were that moment, wether Jasmine had been surprise-shackled or not, it'd take more than just the normal explosions she fired before to take it down in time.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 10, 2018 6:29:28 GMT -4
Going straight to the big guns, huh? Jasmine thought plainly as she observed Maxi in between the gunfire. She was launching shot after shot at the boy - some of the attacks had been dodged, others simple tanked as he wound up and launched himself at the lioness with reckless abandon. It looked like their small spat was coming to an end as Maximillian clearly put all of his remaining juice into this one attack. A finisher to end all finishers, or so he likely thought. Was he planning to end this in one fell swoop? Or was he simply going the kamikaze route throwing an attack at her that he hoped would hit its mark regardless of what it would do to him? It was likely a mixture of both, really. And while normally Jasmine would have dodged, she was adamant in her mission - to prove the distance between them. The utter divide that separated her from him.
It wasn't like it was planned with malicious intent, nor was Jasmine trying to be cocky. In her own, very particularly strange way, this was in order to show the dumb brit that he still had so much room to improve. Hell, their previous fight was a clear indication that if Maximillian had a goal he wanted to reach - he'd work for it. Granted, maybe not as hard as somebody would argue he should, but he still went at it at his own pace. Maybe even beyond that. He had learned new tricks ever since their last fight, improved and bettered himself. In her mind Jasmine wished nothing but the best for her fellow students. To see them grow strong enough to combat the bullshit that she'd been fighting all her life in order to be able to help those in need.
That was part of the reason she had been pissed off at the student body lately. When Akio had sent a message through the Yuuei chat that he had been attacked by some pink haired girl with a bat and was beaten half to death, Jasmine had been angry. Akio's health was important despite the shit he had thrown her way - that was a given. Words directed at her were unimportant anyway. But what was also important was finding the one responsible and opening a can of whoop-ass on them to make sure they'd never hurt anyone else. Yeah, she was angry. But, honestly? She was utterly furious by how the rest of her peers reacted to it. It was a respectable thing to be worried for your injured classmates, but why in the fuck did it stop there? These kids were just worried about a criminal on the loose. Why didn't a single fucking one of them try to figure out who it was to stop anyone else from getting hurt? Rules be damned, not a single fucking person wanted to stop some cunt that thought beating people to shit was a good idea. It was... disgusting. Were they really training these kids to be proper heroes? Because as far as Jasmine was concerned their priorities weren't set straight.
She sighed; that was neither here nor there. She didn't know Maximillian all that well. He looked and acted kinda stupid, honestly. At least stupid in social situations and shit that required to be decisive. As far as she remembered his grades were fine. But... she didn't consider him to be someone who'd let others get hurt and not give a fuck about the perp. Call her crazy, but in her mind she thought a little better of him than that.
Thus when Maximillian charged at her with everything he had, her very first thought, having considered every single variable, was to tank the hit. No, she wouldn't simply take it lying down. No, of course she'd fight back. But she'd fight back in a way that would pit his strongest attack against hers.
An icy orb, transforming into a large spear that looked to be sharpened to borderline insane degrees. Jasmine's smirk widened as she kept firing shot after shot, welcoming Maximillian's attempt at ending his self-imposed rivalry with the blonde. Ice shackles quickly formed around her ankles, but she hadn't even looked at them. She wasn't intending on moving a single inch anyway so the precaution from Maximillian's side, while smart, was unnecessary. She'd seen it - the sudden change in his demeanor. He was no longer attacking her to kill her. Now he was trying to simply reach her. To do his best to beat her.
Honestly Jaz would've been lying if she said that didn't light a competitive fire in her own eyes.
As the spear approached, time seemingly slowed around Ember as she had ceased firing off her finger guns. Instead she momentarily lowered her arms and simply smiled. Before long, the female's arms begun rising. Her right was fully extended, an open palm pointing towards the approaching icy construct. Her left hand firmly clasped her right wrist to control her recoil, much alike how trained gunmen used their offhand to stabilize the aim of their firing arm. She bent her legs a little, lowering her center of gravity so she didn't get blown away from her own explosion.
This was a new technique. Situationally speaking, this was arguably the strongest in her arsenal. It was something that she had learned in her experimentation with her quirk, and it was something she couldn't quite control to the fullest degree yet. But far be it for her to deny Maxi a total frontal confrontation.
As the spear was only about a meter from her, fast approaching, Jasmine's outstretched arm begun crackling with small explosions. It wound up from the top of her shoulder, going down in several interwoven chain-like vines, spiraling around her arm as it coursed towards the middle of her palm. She had discovered that she wasn't only able to emit explosions from her palms, and thus this gave her a completely new set of techniques to use. And, should she have enough time, she would be able to secret C2N14x from other parts of her body, like she was doing now from her entire arm, and concentrate it into one singular point. In this case - her palm. This allowed her to create explosions much more devastating than what she was normally capable of. And, in this case, it would work perfectly for the situation.
The spear was just about an inch from her palm when she was finally ready. A wild and toothy grin spread across her face, threatening to rip her face wide open as she unleashed her attack just before the spear made contact. The resulting chain reaction was borderline insane, the resulting explosion enough to cause winds of dangerous levels and shook the ground around them. Having met his strongest attack head first, Jasmine's focused attack caused a massive ground zero, raising dust and debris all around them.
Almost instantaneously thereafter Jasmine could be seen launched backwards from the explosion, the chains on her ankles all but broken from the sheer force of the blow back alone. She slid across the ground, her heels digging deep into the dirt, hand grasping at the ground to halt her momentum. She had small bruises on her ankles from having ripped through the icy shackles Maximillian had created, and a small cut could be seen on her left brow from a small chunk of residual ice cutting through it in the chaos, leaking blood down her face.
The blonde huffed as she straightened herself and rolled her shoulders, her grin returning, yet very quickly turning smug as she glanced at her opponent through the lingering chaos, "Not half bad... but not exactly enough. That all you got?"
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 10, 2018 9:36:19 GMT -4
Of course he never expected to really reach her and defeat her right now. If she hadn't shown her immense power before, she actually showed her power now: the way she didn't need to dodge and, instead, met his attack head on with something that held the power to rival that of the speedster hero he worshipped for so long. Something. To rival him. The boy's eyes widened for those split moments where his strongest attack shortly struggled against the blast, just before completely shattering away, the force carrying through and affecting him.
With a deadpan face, of one whose mind was crushed yet again, the boy who was already mid-air while firing his attack was thrown quite high and away. The shock and pain he suffered were more than enough to stun him, stopping him from using his quirk to cushion or even recover from the fall; instead, he completely ragdolled, harshly falling onto the ground, bouncing once or twice like a pebble thrown across a river, his body tumbling through the dirt, leaving a considerable amount of dust in his wake.
Face down, completely defeated. In the arena around him lied but simple puddles of water, those being what used to be his "perfect plan" of attack to get Jasmine, shards of what was an attack so powerful that it breached the outer barriers in his power so magestically, almost bordering on what he assumed to be her level, just to be scattered across the battlefield.
A wetness. Blood from an open wound at his forehead and quite literally shattered nose leaked quietly into the closest crevices it could find, quietly covering his right eye and leaking into his mouth. Tasted funny. Tasted nice.
For what seemed like slightly worrying seconds to Jasmine, where the boy's body didn't move an inch and, even worse, one could swear the dirt below him was getting wet with what seemed dotted, dirty water (his discolored blood), Maximillian's mind was going through thousands of thoughts at the same time. He saw it in her, that smile and competitiveness. Had she noticed his loss of desire to kill and reciprocated his feelings? Had he been aknowledged by the one he quietly looked up to, with a guise of hatred as to not give any leeway to his self doubts? He had accepted himself, had she accepted him in return?
To fall right now, so non-chalantly, beaten and bruised ... an insult. It'd be the ultimate insult to someone who forgave his foul words and intentions so quickly and willingly fought him, in a way that his observant self recognized as that lion forcing the best out of him when it came to a battle. God -- he loved fighting, didn't he? The way he could finally accept a defeat in stride when all that was in stake was his "pride" and nothing of greater importance, to know that there would always be a new day to fight and a new chance to win, that was the greatest joy in being a hero with allies to push him forward!
God, that was corny. Unable to help it, the boy started chuckling a bit while surprisingly forcing his battered body to get up, stumbling and even falling once back onto the ground when he was already so close. He still got up anyway, the second time being the charm and, that way, showing greater endurance than the first time they fought: he had fallen for what could be considered much less. His side was turned to her from the way he fell so, when he turned to her, slightly hunched over from barely holding himself up from the pain, she saw him: his forehead and nose both bled, the former over his right eye and into his mouth, his nose directly to the mouth. The clothing he had on him, specially his jacket and shirt were borderline ruined, the holes left previously from her "Gunshots" ripped open thanks to his body being dragged across the floor. His pants were still decently intact, though still very much ripped and tattered at places.
As he quietly ripped out what little was left of his jacket and shirt, non-chalantly throwing what used to be costly designer clothing aside, fully revealing the bruises left behind and the already scarred forearms, the boy kept laughing a little, slowly raising his right hand to his face, letting his palm be stained with his own clear blood. "God.. I just had the corniest thought ever. I just gave importance to "allies and friendship" in the road to be a hero." Maximillian commented, slowly lowering his hand again, letting a few drops of blood splatter right out of it, onto the floor below him, letting it wet the previously dry ground up. Impressively so, be it a second wind or a dying breath, Maximillian stood upright, tall and composed like before, now with confidence and respect. "..That the greatest joy of a hero is to have friends and allies there to keep pushing me forward, to be the best I can be." Continuing, he spat to the side, figuring that liking the taste of your own blood was something actually unfathomably fucking creepy and, instead, slowly got himself in the classical "Karate" position, knowing very well that, as his fingers were losing coloration, it meant the progress of frostbite: he'd have to go free-hand now, he had created too much ice for the blades and trap and, to even make it worse, his strongest attack that required high amounts of ice.
"This means you're my friend, huh? No one else would go with the role of being the villain to motivate me to go forward."
After that, he grew silent. He had figured out that even part of her "arrogance and rudeness" towards him was all a ploy by her, which now left him confused. She wasn't even a socially awkward idiot, was she? She was much smarter than what he thought, quite likely smarter than him when it came to people. Maybe she just didn't give a fuck.
He could respect that.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 10, 2018 19:08:51 GMT -4
Towering tall in the wake of the collective destruction the collision of her and Maximillian's attacks had caused, Jasmine's crimson gaze was leveled directly towards ground zero, trying to inspect the situation to the best of her ability. Well, said best wasn't all too good considering her vision was blocked by smoke, collapsing debris and the subsequently gathering rubble but a girl can try... especially one with the drive for a challenge as strong as Jasmine's was. For the first time Maximillian looked like he would present exactly that - a challenge worth facing head on. It was no longer the same murderous recklessness that he had previously shown - no, this time around it felt like the kid's last attack had some purpose behind it other than simply destroying that which was in front of him. Rather than that, Maximillian was now fighting to get stronger. To pass a hurdle likely to steep for him to get through just so he could learn from the experience and grow stronger from that.
That was something she could also respect.
Standing, watching, Jasmine's eyes widened a little when she saw the kid lying on the ground, motionless, face utterly in the dirt. A dreadful flashback played itself in her mind of their last fight, the result of that spar a rather painful memory of how she was unable to properly reign herself in and thus ended up severely injuring one of her classmates. Shit, please don't- she cut herself off when she heard something close to... laughter? Was Maximillian laughing? This son of a... A small grin formed on Jasmine's lips as she snorted, watching as the kid slowly begun gotten up. The cold shiver that had gone through her spine was yet again replaced with the searing hot flame of a worthy fight staring her square in the face. The boy was standing up and he looked like he was ready to go at it again and that thought alone was enough to excite the playfully dangerous lioness. A chance to sharpen her claws once more was one she would relish.
Jasmine remained silent as the male spoke his piece, the blonde's mind digesting the words yet found them unnecessary to be replied to. There were no words needed to be spoken in this situation. It had all been made clear through an exchange of fists. Or, well, rather, in this case, an exchange of what many would call deadly superpowers that could decimate many a strong force. Maximillian, in his own way, had finally gotten the message. She didn't know if she should be happy about that or not - sure, he may not want to kill her anymore, but now she wondered if he'd try to become stronger at least half as much as he did before when he thought Jasmine was an utter piece of shit. Only time would tell, really.
Though that was irrelevant. How he saw her was irrelevant. She didn't care. No, not because she didn't care about Maxi as a person. No, not because of that at all. In her own twisted belief, all that mattered was that he was safe and trying to improve. How he viewed and treated her didn't matter. He could treat her like dirt - as he previously had - and it wouldn't hinder her in the slightest. She was used to it. Being considered trash was what she had grown up with. Many people hated her. Hell, even some she considered friends hated her, all because she had done something for them that they didn't like but it helped them in the long run. She had thought about it before. If she had to choose between person A, someone she maybe even knew, and person B, who was somebody like Rin, Yumi, Darren or Yoruhi... she wouldn't think twice about choosing the one she cared for even if it resulted in the death of person A. And if person B hated her for it? Jaz could live with that because person B could live. That's simply how she was wired.
But, again, that was neither here nor there. Now she had a fight to continue - a fight that now seemed to be much more exciting than Jasmine had first thought it would be regardless of the fact that it seemed as though her opponent was on his last legs. Snorting with some amusement as she raised her fists in front of her face, Jaz ran a thumb along her finger.
"Y'know, you seem much cooler now than before. No pun intended," the blonde lioness would comment, yet how the boy interpreted that was entirely up to his own devices.
Deciding to make the first move, Jasmine hurled her hands behind her and launched herself into the air and towards the boy. As soon as she landed on the ground, only about two or three meters away from the male, she jumped forward, using nothing but the momentum her legs could give her... and even that had come across as lightning fast due to the developed muscles in her thighs and calves propelling her forward. She had lowered her center of gravity a little, her entire body slightly bent forward. As soon as she was close enough, she opened up with a simple and basic uppercut to Maximillian's chin. Yet even if it was out of the book of simple attacks, the sheer speed and strength behind the attack made it anything but easy to counter.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 10, 2018 19:48:47 GMT -4
Good god, they really did raze the earth below them after their strike. What was already just battered ground was now even more battered, if that possible. If they had been standing on sand, the fucking ground might have been turned to glass! Well, not literally, that takes a lot more power than what she just dispensed right now, along with the heat that would be required could easily scorch both of their skin off, etc. What was the thing that happened is that she clearly had gotten that much stronger while he didn't notice and, while he spent time training his skills and expanding his repertoire that was his moveset, she gained much more raw power, along with that long-range skill that could easily be the bane of his existence.
So why was he so happy right now? Well he has answered that already, but it's still worth thinking about it again.
It felt weird, to feel like you have more than enough energy to keep going, to feel just a numbed stinging across your entire body even when you know more than well enough that with the amount of blood slowly leaking out of you right now, you should be screaming bloody mary in agony, to look ahead and face what's in front without an ounce of fear. To fall and black out, to be so broken you can't even get up or just plainly pinned out, he had assured himself he would only go down after making sure to get the message across to Jasmine, that he was no weakling, that he wasn't just a lazy, damp squib of a pervert who spends all his time looking up girl's skirts and boy's crotches.
He, Maximillian Tychus Kane, embodyment of ice, heir to his family's business and fortune as well as the good family name, is a pervert who fights and succeeds, one who strives for greatness so that no pervert shall be stronger or more heroic than he!
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Well, that was a knobhead way to think, wasn't it? He had learned well that he wasn't shit in the world of heroism. His time at U.A. had taught him a better lesson than cringy video about Africa or annoying pussies that called themselves "men" could ever give him about humility. He saw, met and befriended people from all backgrounds and countries, with desires and dreams so different, yet all converging into one. He saw poor people, honest people, middle class and upper class, all in one school, all with the desire to bring justice to the world. With so many different backgrounds, opinions and upgringings, he could still see such tremendous unity in everyone, a desire to grow and improve. No matter how cringy or lame it might be to think about it, he couldn't ever stop respecting the shit out of that and, instead of focusing on all the great riches life gave him, in a way that could be called greedy, he should focus on the great riches he still doesn't.
Maximillian couldn't help but let out a low groan at her compliment that, obviously, had to be laced with a shitty pun that he was more than sure was intentionally used to just make a reference to his quirk, because he had never heard that one before the last hundreth time. This groan and frown quickly turned into a confident smile, the boy deciding to do a low-blow at her, to simply take a playful jab at her like the snarky brit asshole he knows he is.
"Please, don't let my "coolness" turn you straight, love."
Finally, the fight started with Jasmine being the straight-ahead madman.. madwoman -- madbeast that she always was, launching herself through the air like some sort of missile to get him. That was a nice moment to activate the only quirk-related ability that he still had access to, fully for that matter, thanks to getting more than enough heat to feed Muhn. With a quiet sigh, a simple gust of wind blasted out of his body, leaving behind a gently flowing mist, as well as flushing his skin thanks to the heat. He was finally ready.
She landed. She bent down a little to really wind up for the uppercut that felt ever so slightly obvious to the now quicker, more agile Maxi. His reflexes really had gotten a boost from the several fights he had gotten himself into, as well as the ever growing speed he himself was capable of and had to adapt to. Showing a more graceful style of fighting compared to her raw strength one, he stepped to his left side, in a diagonal manner as to get closer to her while dodging, his head tilting away from her fist to let it miss by a comfortable margin, at least, comfortable when it came to close-quarters fighting. With his right leg lined up with her and her stomach even facing downward a bit, Maximillian used a surprisingly quick strike, using his speed to compensate for the lack of strength in him to really smash it against her stomach, hoping that it'd connect.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 15, 2018 8:56:31 GMT -4
Jasmine had ignored what Maximillian had said, even if that came across as utterly disgusting.
When she charged him, opening up with an uppercut, the blonde lioness was quite surprised by how the male managed to evade her. Quickly yet precisely, there was a certain suave behind his movements as he chose to dodge her first swipe. His reaction times had clearly increased, so had his ability to predict an incoming attack. Well, to be fair, Jasmine did choose the simple frontal destroy everything that moves no holds barred approach. Then again the Maximillian from before would've likely just eaten the punch and be blown back. This... was quite surprising. Perhaps it was this weird-ass transformation he was using? She couldn't tell. And it didn't matter, really. At the end of the day all that mattered was that the kid was able to last a little longer in this fight. That's all she could've ever asked for.
Speed. That's what he chose to combat her with. Fair enough. She could respect that. Then again, Jasmine herself was no slowpoke. She had the speed to keep up with the best of them in terms of hand-to-hand combat, that was a given. But what set her apart and made her able to fight on par with those who excelled at speed? Her instincts. Every single minute was handled precisely, her mind coming up with plans, back up plans, and back up plans for said back up plans. While she hadn't necessarily expected Maximillian to be able to dodge her attack so effortlessly, his next maneuver wasn't something unexpected considering the circumstance. The way her body was positioned, and his adjacent to hers, her mind very quickly considered the possibility of an attack to her midriff.
The Jasmine from before might have eaten the counter. She was the type of fighter to take a hit just to be in a position to dish out an even stronger counter to her opponent's counter, after all. Yet very quickly she realized that that would become more of a detriment than a strength down the line - her opponents would keep getting stronger and stronger, so much so that she'd sustain injuries consistently until she was unable to move, let alone strike back. Don't even get her started on if she had to fight multiple opponents at the same time. She needed to learn to fight in a way that used her strengths and backed them up with a solid defensive foundation. She needed to move in a way that would make it possible to counter anything coming at her from whichever angle.
Thus she came to a very simple conclusion. She had to learn a martial art. There were quite a few she considered. Karate. Judo. Taekwondo. Muay Thai... so many at her disposal she couldn't even choose between them. And so she came to an even simpler conclusion - she might as well learn all of them and mash them into her own brand of Mixed Martial Arts. Darren had gotten a taste of it - it was an effective means of fighting, a sort of mixture between her violent standing strikes, kicks, and a variety of grapples that left her opponents dazed and utterly crushed. Best of all? This fighting style gave her a modicum of defense that very often and very quickly translated into opportunities for swift and disastrous counter-attacks.
Such was the case in this fight as well. When the kick to her mid section was coming, Jasmine very quickly raised her off hand. Palm open, she managed to catch Maximillian's leg before the kick made contact. He was now a speedy type, was he? Great. That just meant she had to constrict his movements. She didn't let go of the male's appendage, her grip as strong as steel. Subsequently, Jasmine switched over to the offensive again. The arm that she used for the uppercut suddenly bent as the blonde hopped up, still holding onto Maximillian's leg. And, with a quick and wild yet at the same time graceful transition, Jasmine then opened up with a descending swipe of her elbow, directed straight towards Maximillian's temple.
Would he dodge? Or would he eat it? Oh was she curious to see what he was now capable of.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 15, 2018 9:14:59 GMT -4
Oh, it was a dying gasp indeed, as he had neither the energy, the skill or the power to get himself out of a grapple like that. As he slammed his knee into what he thought would be her torso and, instead, got himself caught so cleanly and held with such power, he knew that very moment that he had no chance of escaping her grasp and her ensuing attack.
If this had happened at the start, maybe he could use several different ice attacks to slam her away from him, though he was now just winging it with his MMF. Drive and martial arts, nothing else.
She hopped up for a second as to get a better angle to what he, quite quickly so, assumed to be a strike aimed at his head. Why always his head!? Everyone targeted the head, it was unfair! By the end of his first year, he might just be hospitalized with brain damage. No, no more brain damage, as he raised both of his arms in a "X" in front of her fist as it crashed down, coughing out blood and a choked scream from the sheer pain of feeling his already battered body get an even greater beating, her fist feeling like it just cracked his bones. Either that or the pain was becoming so great he couldn't differentiate.
His body was flung away again, for a much shorter distance, though just enough to let himself get out of her grip. How he wished he could stand up again and keep fighting, how he wished he'd be a proper challenge to Jasmine though, that moment, both of them knew he was just her punching bag and little else. For the second time again, the boy fell back down, with a quieter, depressingly anti-climatic thud, his second "wind" having been knocked out of him so efortlessly.
In this entire fight, he had only made her cheek bleed slightly. In this entire fight, his head had been opened, his nose smashed, his arms cracked and most of his body battered from being thrown around. To top the shit cake with an icing of misery, his fingers were red and burning, from the frostbite that they had endured to let out his strongest attack. All in all, a depressingly humiliating defeat for the boy who just wished to surpass the biggest wall in his school life.
Now quietly laid down on his back, with pained gasps from a person who felt it was painful to breathe since it made so much of his body hurt, his single eye that wasn't covered in blood looked around, to really drink in the defeat. Didn't feel good at all, though that was mostly his body that couldn't take it anymore.
"Twice we've fought, twice my ass got handed to me.
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GG." He didn't need words, honestly, he felt like they would just be insulting after the fight they had. He didn't have the right to just start giving her another useless speech after seeing where it got him. Instead, he just chose to congratulate her on her victory, even if he felt like it was an easy one and, instead, kept himself laid down on the ground, at least until he had the energy to get his phone and call for help.
Either that or someone noticed the bleeding kid.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 22, 2018 9:38:43 GMT -4
The hit connected, much to Jasmine's surprise, and Maximillian, as a result, was sent flying backwards, her hold on his limb slipping. As she landed on her feet after the downwards swipe of her elbow, the blonde Ace of 1A watched the ice-maker's body thump against the ground, momentarily lifeless. For a brief moment a cold chill ran down her spine, the same worry from before assaulting her. Did she go to far? Did she go overboard and ended up injuring the kid beyond what should've happened in a spar? Well, considering how injured he already was, the answer to that question should've come across as obvious to pretty much anybody. But Maximillian had been so eager to fight her - especially during the last act of their fight, after his motivations and his reasons to fight had changed - she couldn't for the life of her even try to force herself to refuse him. It would've been outright insulting of her to deny him this, even if there was likely no chance the boy would come out of this with a victory.
As he had begun moving again, Jasmine was able to release a seemingly pent up breath of relief. He was fine; he was alive. A little worse for wear, but alive. She cursed under her breath, though. For all of her efforts to control her quirk and its output, she had once again managed to completely botch it and almost kill the kid. Then again at the same time she figured this wasn't exactly a bad problem to have. Not many people could say they struggled to keep themselves from utterly obliterating their opponents. But Jasmine's quirk... with an ability like that it was a different story. She could see how the inability to control it could have her her chances as a Pro Hero in the future. The likelihood that innocent bystanders would get injured whenever she fought was too damn high for her liking. The girl sighed again, her breath a little heavy, as she raised her head and stared at the sky, her hair covering her eyes. The girl grit her teeth - she still wasn't good enough!
Twice we've fought, twice my ass got handed to me.
Jasmine was very quickly brought out of the spiral her mind had thrust her down towards when she heard the boy's voice, rather hollow, quiet, and clearly pained. Yet, at the same time... it didn't hold the same malevolent fire it had before when he was seemingly trying to outright murder her. Well, to cleave her skin right off of her body, really. But let's let bygones be bygones, yeah? Shit happens. It was a natural part of life. Glancing down, she smiled at him weakly - it wasn't one of pity, nor one of triumph. Just a simple you did your best smile.
GG.
"WP," was Jasmine's reply as she rotated her neck to try and get the kinks out. Her shoulders were hurting something terrible, even if the blonde lioness hadn't shown it at all. Her most destructive blasts were devastating to say the least - that was an undeniable fact - but what was the point if it was as much of a detriment to her as the target she was aiming them at? She was still not strong enough to shoulder - no pun intended - the full force of the kickback behind her most powerful haymakers, and that had pissed her off something terrifying. It was like the stronger she got, the more difficult it was for her to reign herself in. Which, all things considered, made sense, but it also lead her down a cycle of destruction she wasn't able to properly control. It pissed her off, especially considering how much time she dedicated to control training.
She sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time; now was not the time to mull over such things. Now she had to get Maximillian to the infirmary to get looked at. Hopefully shit wouldn't result in any lasting damage like the scars on the boy's hands from their previous spar. Honestly Jaz should just start outright refusing sparring sessions - none of them ended well, neither for the person fighting her, nor for her and the aftermath of bullshit she had to stomach from everyone who thought their opinion on her business mattered. Self-centered? High and mighty? Probably. But people really needed to stop shoving their noses into her affairs before she decided to show people exactly how volatile she could be.
Anyway.
Calmly, she approached the downed Maximillian, her eyes inspecting his injuries. God, the kid was a fucking mess. But, then again... she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little surprised with how far he'd come, "You're... pretty strong. You know that, right?" She said, offering him her hand so she could help him up. "Yeah, you lost, but you lost the last time too and look at you now - I barely recognized you, let alone how you fought. Honestly if you had your priorities straight from the beginning of this fight I might have even felt in danger. Hell, I might have lost... you can never know how a fight will end up. But when all you're trying to do is mindlessly beat the shit out of who you're fighting? Yeah, that kind of one-track mind is too easy to read, Maxi," Jaz explained, showing that she had experienced things like this many times in the past. Perhaps vague, but the notion was definitely there. "If you're... y'know, done being an edgy little shit with his head too far up his own ass, I could probably help you out with some training, maybe come up with a few new ways you can use that pretty handy quirk of yours." Her words were honest. She thought Maximillian's quirk, while inconvenient in normal every day situations, was pretty fucking amazing. To the point that she could see herself trading her own quirk for his, if that were even possible. She also didn't think Maxi was a bad kid - a little misguided, maybe pampered, but he had the makings of a pretty cool Hero.
If he'd take her hand, she'd help him up, carefully throw his arm over her shoulder and help him walk over to the infirmary where one of the nurses would be able to treat him. If the nurses didn't immediately throw her out of the infirmary ward, maybe she could even give him some pointers. Mutual growth is what these spars were meant for, after all.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 22, 2018 18:00:09 GMT -4
It's a few little minutes after the battle where the real pains starts to set in and, at this point, with how much he has had to endure in such a short time, he really just grew fully numb to it entirely, it was actually slightly worrisome. Maybe he'd wind up like one of those anime characters, with bandages covering their entire body. That was a nice thought to have, to sustain so much pain and so many injuries in a well fought battle that you'd be tended to like that.
Either way, what he knew was that Jasmine seemed to be different in two ways that very moment, be it because of the fight they just had allowing them both to release some stress, by regained mutual respect or just no one ever bothering to care and listen, but good god did she talk. She had all reasons to, it wasn't like he was angry or anything -- in fact, the "WP" from her earned a large, even if tired smile out of the tanned boy, feeling respected for once.
Though.. he really couldn't just keep it in him. "Yo. Stop. It's ok, I'm not looking for other's approval anymore, not after this. I'll just train with you after you take my ass to the infirmary, because I cannot move.
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Quick warning, I also cannot control my bladder so be careful with your movement." If it was anything a battered guy needed, it really wasn't a lecture or speeches. He understood her feelings for once and he understood her willingness to help someone she respected. If she was so willing to help him, she'd also understand it's best to just hold your tongue for a while, at least until the person you're talking to stops bleeding. Raising his only functioning arm left, that being his left, he allowed her to carry him like a sack of potatoes, mostly because he couldn't even walk with assistance over to the infirmary. At which point, while being hooked up to several machines and people scattering around to wrap him up in bandages, Jasmine was allowed to stay.
Because he said so.
And you don't disobey Captain Milkshakes.
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