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Post by Darren Blanco II on Feb 14, 2019 10:48:00 GMT -4
Before a fight, and doubly so when said fight was set to happen in an arena chock-full of people and cameras, most people had some sort of ritual to calm their nerves. Whether it was meditation, shadowboxing, music, a rousing speech or simply freaking the fuck out, a competition of this scope required one to put themselves in a specific state of mind. In Ren Zhenya’s case, he was fiddling with his phone. To be more exact, he was making the final adjustments to his suit’s program. The teenager was clad in a skin-tight jumpsuit made out of a special material that would reform itself over his body after he used his Quirk. It was equipped with a tinted blue visor over his eyes, handily replacing his much more fragile glasses, and a reinforced aluminum plate on the back housing everything a computer needed to function. In fact, it would probably be more accurate to describe his suit as a wearable computer, as it served little other purposes. Ren’s state of mind was the same as it usually was: calm, collected, compiling the best plan of action that would ensure certain victory. It wouldn’t be accurate to say the pressures of the tournament weren’t weighing down on him, but pressure was something that he learned to deal a long time ago. As far back as he remembered, people had praised his intelligence, his teachers made him skip grades, and before long he was winning state-sponsored competitions in mathematics, literature, history, xiangqi and chess. He even beat the U12 Japanese shogi champion at the age of nine. One would think such intelligence would be a blessing, and they wouldn’t be wrong, but it came with its own pressures. Incredible feats soon became expected performances as the incredibly competitive nature of Chinese society pushed him towards greater and greater accomplishments. It was hard to tell how Ren felt about it all. He was rarely praised, but he was sharp enough to read the admiration tainted with varying amounts of jealousy in the eyes of his competitors. Anger as well. It wasn’t long before he started getting accosted outside of school by older brothers and taller cousins. It didn’t last; Ren wasn’t shy about using his quirk either. It seemed like no one could stand up to him after all. His arrogance developed at the same time as his tolerance to pressure. And now, here he was, waiting in a Japanese locker room as Fenghuang High’s number one student, about to fight the one he heard described as UA’s own number one. Perhaps this would finally be a good challenge for him. He was about to find out; the door opened and he was invited to follow. The walk to the ring in front of the crowd elicited no visible emotions from him, not even the cheers of his own classmates. For Ren, this was just another performance. Last instructions were given and the walls dressed around them. Before the match would start, he had one last look at his opponent. “Please do your best,” he told her in perfect Japanese as the fight began. Calmly, he raised both hands, fanning out his fingers. There was a sound of fireworks and a smell of sulfur as the phalanges of his left hand fired one after the other and a barrage of fifteen tiny rockets flew at his opponent, all taking different paths. Individually, they were weak and easily defended. Ren expected and hoped she who was called the top student of the school to block or deflect them easily; as such, he set them off to explode in front of the girl, hoping to create a smokescreen. On cue, he would then fire his entire right hand to his right, directing the firework in a wide arc around her defense and curving to hit her in the side with a much stronger explosion. Black ash obscured the stumps left by his quirk before they regenerated. It conveniently kept everything PG-13. He wouldn’t take a step from his position. Calmly, methodically, Fenghuang’s number one student would pick his opponent apart the way he always did, prodding their defenses, analyzing their reaction patterns, their abilities, their habits until he would find the perfect angle of attack and end it there, clinically, with no more effort or collateral damage than was absolutely required. Such was the strength of Ren Zhenya.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 16, 2019 6:25:40 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy The time of trials had come. The time to prove to everyone that Yuuei was the strongest hero school among many. There were schools that had practically been preparing only for this moment, in the hopes that claiming the title would give them more funding and acknowledgement across the world, allowing them to enlist more students and establish themselves through power. It was not what Yuuei had done. They were not trained with the goal of excelling in competitions. They were trained to excell in the line of work they'd be stepping into. They were trained to excell as heroes. The difference in weight, trust and respect that were placed on their shoulders were astronomical. These children trained to be soldiers. It made Rin's hands curl into small fists, her knuckles turning white. Heroes were meant to assist people... This perversion of the craft would simply not stand. So for the first time in... ever, maybe, Rin was determined to win. Giving her best was no longer enough. There was more riding on this than her own understanding of heroism. It was whether Yuuei was doing the right thing, or whether this Chinese school of... warriors were.
Stepping out onto their little would be arena, Rin tilted her head to the side. The opponent was one she only really knew by rumors and name. Ren Zhenya, the number one student from Fenghuang High. Suspecting that there may have been some foul play involved, to place these two in the same bracket immediately, Rin had no way to confirm or deny such thoughts. They were also, mostly, irrelevant. Eventually, if he was as strong as she was led to believe, they'd be facing each other anyway. Round one or the finals, it wouldn't really matter, he was still someone she'd have to bring down.
...There was a lack of introduction. There was a lack of greeting. Practically, the go fight was him raising his hands together with a Please do your best. Rin would've expected some kind of introduction to the audience. An introduction to whom she was fighting. Instead it just, sort of happened. From her arms, down into her palms, blood began dripping. When he launched his attack, Rin watched. Small fireworks like rockets. Scent of explosive compounds. A nonchalant un-caring usage of his quirk. The blood from Rin's right hand formed into small, needle like shapes. Waiting for his quirk to come closer, she would've attacked his rockets to shoot them down - but they went off before reaching her defense. Doing no damage, they instead covered her in a smokescreen. The blood from the right hand formed itself into a bullet-like shape, firing off towards the position where she had last seen Ren. He seemed like a person to prefer standing still in one place, and with how fast her attacks were, especially when not spotted because of the smoke-screen, she'd be surprised if he'd defend in time. - As for the smokescreen itself, Rin could not continue fighting at this disadvantage. The blood from the left hand elongated like a pole, pulling Rin up over the smokescreen at an angle, attempting to free her. The pole, however, wasn't meant to last. Barely had Rin pushed herself out of the smoke, before an explosion went off below her. The pole broke, causing Rin to fall. Landing a little awkwardly onto the ground, she staggered for a few steps, recalling all the blood that had been spent on the pole to her left hand once more.
So far, Rin was gathering information at an alarming rate. First, his explosions were more like fireworks. They seemingly could be of different distracting colors, sizes and power, even enabling abilities like smokescreens. Given how they could light up, bright lights certainly weren't out the question either. Power wise, he had broken through her quirk once, though not completely obliterated it. It meant that, if he was holding back to the same degree she was, their quirks were about even in strength. Bodily, she wasn't certain what he was capable of, but for a person that seemed so unwilling to mess around, it'd be strange for him to not utilize his body as a weapon. Unless his body literally wasn't one of his strengths...?
Feeling around the pockets of her utility belt, Rin made sure that she had what she needed in case she required to mend her own wounds. Dealing with burns and brightness inducted to her eyes would be fairly simple. There were also means to stop the other effects usually caused by fireworks, but she wasn't sure exactly what he was capable of. A smokescreen already spoke of fairly good control... Meanwhile, what he knew of her abilities must've been fairly mild. A bullet like attack, plus a crimson pole created out of nowhere. Rin had intentionally stumbled a landing, and intentionally used her quirk to move her out of the way of harm. The less he figured about her physical abilities, the better. It might be her one advantage to win this fight on. For now, Rin remained at max distance, observing what he was capable of. From what she could tell, it seemed he was very much in the same mindset. So this was going to be a strategical and long fought battle. Vying over control for the chess board that was their battlefield.
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Feb 18, 2019 2:45:26 GMT -4
With the first volley the dynamic of the fight established itself. Ren was very clearly a long-ranged fight who didn’t move a lot when he was fighting, or at all if he could help it. With a quirk that relied on firing his own body parts, he deemed that acrobatics and martial arts were a waste of time, so he sunk all of his practice hours into his quirk, developing an impressive arsenal of explosions and proficency at using them, relying on his power for everything from attack to defense.
This was established early on as he met the bullet of blood she fired back with another firework, calmly shooting off the rest of his left hand while his right one regrew in a puff of smoke. The two attacks cancelled each other in mid-air; they were matched in destructive power. His other explosion was about to hit, but Rin escaped it with a bloody vaulting pole, staggering as she landed. As he expected, simple explosions weren’t gonna do if he wanted to hit her, but so far she had showed him nothing to worry about.
Nonetheless, Ren approached this fight as he approched every single of his fights, with cold calculations and the most down-to-earth, reasonable and safe approach, contrasting with the inherent and quite literal flashiness of his Quirk. The girl seemed to stay observant at a distance, which meant that he had to show her a bit of his hand or lose the advantage of the first attack. He quickly decided to capitalize on the advantage.
Extending his right hand this time, he fired each finger in quick succession, then the rest of his hand down to the wrist. Two of the fingers would fly in front of her eyes and explode in bright showers of sparks, lingering in front of her field of view to blind her, as two other would fly by each ear and explode there with a loud, disorientating bang. The last finger, his thumb, was a normal explosion aimed straight at her chest while the rest of the hand, another regular explosion, would crash at her feet, aiming to destroy the ground below her and prevent her from using the same pole trick. He wanted to see how she would react to basic attacks, so his eyes didn’t leave her behind the visor.
He was still in the information gathering phase for now, but as soon as he would formulate a plan, he’d go in for the kill. The crowd was quieter than in more flashy matches, but no less enraptured; it was clear to even a layman that these two were not fighting at their full power just yet. Encouragements towards Rin were shouted from the UA side of the stands. Meanwhile, the Chinese delegation stayed silent. Was it discipline, or did they not want to cheer for their top student? Or was it that they were simply not worried about the issue of this fight?
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 18, 2019 4:47:18 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy They were very similar in approach. Perhaps that is why the fighting atmosphere was a little strange around them. Neither were really revealing what they were capable of, yet. Neither were really comitting to taking the other one down. Poking, prodding, trying to find a way through the other's defense. Thus far, Rin had already failed twice when it came to negating his attacks. They weren't like most other projectiles, where simply hitting them would prevent the effect. No, the girl needed to take a more aggressive stance, since if they kept coming too close to her body, they'd keep confusing, confounding and afflicting her with disadvantages. Thus, when the boy decided to continue with his attack to continue rolling on this initiative advantage, Rin responded in kind. Between the two of them, they were about equal in skill with their quirks, but just because he had an explosive radius to his attacks and she did not, that did not indicate there were no imbalances that she could rely on. As it were in a ranged battle, at some point the enemy's attacks were closer to the defender than the attacker. At those points, assuming equal skill, the defender would always have the advantage when it came to interacting with projectiles, as evidenced when he had shot down her blood bullet earlier. So Rin waited for his fireworks to cross that threshold. To enter the domain where she, by sheer virtue of being closer, had the advantage.Two rotating discs of blood sliced through his two smaller rockets, that had been heading straight for her face. As they were sliced however, they still gave off their bright, flash bang. This was enough annoyance to Rin's eyes, that the two other rockets weren't disarmed until they were much closer. The two discs of blood sliced them about three meters away from her head, as a loud bang went off, causing Rin to stagger. The vibrations were felt all the way to her diaphragm. A sound inducted vibration that was causing her balance issues and a mild nausea. Blinding lights that were causing, well, blindness and blurred vision. Narrowly stepping sideways, as the final firework crashed into the ground below her feet, Rin was knocked onto her rear. If the earlier, affliction based attacks had struck their mark, then he'd have likely burnt her legs and lowered her mobility. It wasn't good to leave him in charge of the fight like this. Hand immediately searching into her utility belt, Rin was using a set of eyedrops while eating two simple home-made capsules. As the capsules were opened, they had a somewhat pungent smell. The taste alone was enough to shake her body to it's core. It'd not take many moments from there until Rin was back in full fighting condition. Meanwhile, she needed to buy a little time. So Rin verbally attacked the only thing she could think of that made any sense to attack."Is that what heroism is in China? Deafening, unenthusiastic silence?" As the words left the girl's mouth, she became aware of exactly how quiet their camp was. It was like everyone had lined up to watch, because it was a custom they needed to follow. No cheering, no smiling, no fangirls grimacing when shots flew close by him. They were just... deadpan. Meanwhile, Rin had voices behind her, offering those exact things. They wanted her to do well. Hey, at this point she could practically hear Darren shouting something, about how she needed to stop pretending to be so weak and kick this 'fucker's ass back to China.' Stretching her body, Rin was taking a few deep breaths. Perhaps then, it was time that she actually showed this whole wide world, exactly what she was capable of...
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Feb 19, 2019 20:21:09 GMT -4
Behind the tinted blue visor, Ren’s cold gaze followed every move of Rin’s. His explosions were visually dulled by the computer connected to the glass, obscuring specific parts of the high-tech display to allow him to look at his fireworks directly, unbothered by the blinding effect. Noise-canceling headphones completed the panoply. Both of those were tuned to his fireworks and only really worked when the explosions were far, however, and would do little to stop a flashbang in his face, but that wasn't needed. All that his suit had to do was to allow him to think calmly and see the entire field. If he had that, then his victory was guaranteed. Ren had never lost to a single opponent before.
UA’s supposed #1 student fell on her rear from his explosion and scrambled down her utility belt for medicine. He raised his chin, ever-so-subtly, yet it increased the disdainful aura he gave off tenfold. Back in the bleachers, Cheng Young whistled and whispered to Huang Lan: “Oh boy, he’s gonna let her have it.” Huang nodded quietly.
“Pathetic,” he said evenly as he raised both hands, having regrown once again with the usual puff of smoke. Ten fingers were fired, flying in wild looping patterns to surround the girl with an attack from each side. He kept talking in the same even tone. “We are professionals working for the betterment of society. We give no praise to the public workers who clean up after us and we ask none for ourselves.” Anticipating another pole-vaulting maneuver, he fired his entire forearm up to his left elbow. The projectile was much bigger this time and would release a powerful explosion, comparable to those of a certain blonde girl Cheng had mentioned when he found it in him to shut up about her basketball skills for a second.
The idea was simple, to cut off her path with the smaller explosions and cause her to dodge up, where his forearm rocket would crash down on her. His fingers would burst in a colorful spray, at a sharp contrast with the boy’s personality. Two of them were sparklers and two maroons, like last time, the rest regular explosives.
“Is it all that Japanese heroism has to offer? Disappointing. I expected professionals, not little girls who blabber in a pitiful attempt to buy time.” (tl;dr: fired 10 fingers to circle and explode all around her, two of those sparklers (the blinding ones) and two maroons (the nausea ones), and then his entire left forearm to crash down from above, releasing a Jaz-tier explosion)
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 22, 2019 10:20:12 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy This Ren persona was starting to rub Rin in all the wrong ways. Analytical, calm, collected, those were all good things. They prevented mistakes, prevented poor decisions, prevented acting like a complete idiot. The problem wasn't that. The problem was that Ren seemingly lacked any kind of passion. Any kind of fire. Any kind of dedication to what he was doing, beyond an almost soldier esque approach to heroism. To be able to act, to do what you needed to do, to place yourself in harms way on the sole benefit of someone who you didn't know, required heart. From this Chinese boy, no, the entire squadron sitting in the stands as well, Rin felt no heart. Rin could feel her own heart pounding. Whether it was because she was angry, or something else, she couldn't quite tell. One thing was for certain. Pointing at her and calling her pathetic, taking some kind of highground on heroics, behaving like they were superior to Yuuei, would not stand. Rin had several friends who had worked their hands till they bled, all because they wanted to see a better tomorrow. There were friends crying openly, because they felt they weren't good enough. This cunt was trampling all over those emotions. All over that hard work. All over Rin's beliefs. There was an immediate change of tactics from the girl. A change in the air, as her focus kept rising at terrifying levels. Yes, Rin was calm and collected, even in this moment. That was not to say, that she hadn't been royally pissed off. It just meant that her intellect won over her emotions. Even then, her intellect told her to kick this cunt's ass.
The fireworks rained down around her, explosions went off, it seemed like the raven haired female had been unable to mount any kind of reply. However, immediately after the explosions had gone off, long before the dust had settled or the effects of his attack known, Rin dashed through the smoke. Oh boy, was the girl fast. For someone with a ranged quirk, someone with a small frame, it might've been ludicrus to even imagine how competent she was physically. Right behind her, was the clear indication of how she had remained mostly unharmed. The glob of blood was remodelling from what appeared like a half-cracked shield of blood, into something else. Some fringes of her cloth was burnt, and there were marks on her skin that his attack hadn't been completely ineffective, but she had nullified a good majority of the damage.
Rin moved left, approaching him on his right side. The glob of blood swung to the right, approaching his left. The glob of blood took on the shape of a serrated spear, firing directly at his side in a wide arc. Essentially Rin made a statement with the attack. The attack was too fast to be dodged easily, and too wide to be avoided unless he had the same kind of speed she did. However, should Ren choose instead to turn his right side towards the attack, utilizing the arm of his which was prepared to fire - and not in the middle of regenerating - he'd be opening up his backside to Rin herself. Rin was abusing the opening in his defense, forcing him to make a choice. Pressure was on, and it was coming in hot. There was also the fact that Rin, by no means, was utilizing her entire blood reserve at this point. Even if he chose an approach where he'd attempt trading damage with her, she wasn't completely hopeless against such an approach. Not to mention he'd have to hit her to begin with. The gaze in her eyes would say it all. The hunt was on, and she would not show him any mercy.
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Feb 24, 2019 5:00:32 GMT -4
Heart was something Ren could understand. The myth of the heartless intellectual was just that, a myth. The Chinese adolescent felt strife, determination, and anger, like everyone; he wasn’t blind to the benefits of those emotions, in others, and as himself, but by the same token he wasn’t blind to its drawbacks either. Powerful emotions made you stronger, but at the cost of control. Heart was good for the sparring ring, public relations and desperate battles; but in the day-to-day practice of heroics, rationality, cool-headedness, and decision-making were the main qualities one required, believed Ren.
He knew the look he glimpsed in her eyes for a second before his explosions hit. Ren was not exactly one to sugarcoat his words, and many a student of Fenghuang had lashed out against him before. Most only had rage in their eyes, but only a few had such a look. A look which spoke of determination through the anger, a look could only be given by a skilled fighter. He tensed ever-so-slightly as his left forearm slowly recomposed itself down to the wrist in wisps of fizzly smoke. He would have to take this match seriously, it seemed.
He was not surprised to see a cracked egg of blood as the smoke cleared. More surprising was the speed at which the girl ran. It was not as fast as Huang, but she certainly could have given him a run for his money. Cheng commented as such with a poke of the elbow in his friend’s monocoque ribs. Huang said nothing, but he was now staring at Rin very intently, which made Cheng chuckle.
As for Ren, his eyes quickly darted left to gauge the trajectory of the bloody spear thrown by the UA girl. It was coming in fast, faster than the girl. To safely redirect it in time, he would need to sacrifice an entire arm up to the shoulder, but it was too much of a risk to take with Rin coming from the right; she could fire more attacks from her position. She needed to be dealt with, perhaps even more urgently so than the spear -- no, both of those were equally dangerous threats. He had to deal with them at the same time, all while keeping enough explosive power to deal with his opponent. His decision was quickly taken.
He seemingly did nothing about the spear, but he was keeping track of its trajectory still. He had no choice but to use the technique he had to develop for hero work: his reactive armor. As the spear was about to make contact, a piece of Ren’s skin quite simply exploded through his suit, deviating the spear enough that it only scraped against his left shoulder, drawing a little blood. Smoke was rising from where his skin had exploded.
He didn’t like using this move. It hurt, after all, but then again, getting impaled by a spear would have, in realistic conditions, hurt more. It took a certain kind of person to hurt themselves willingly, even if to avoid more damage; Ren would argue this was only the rational choice, but it was telling of his own burning determination to prove his methods were the most efficient course of action, those which would lead to the best outcome in a crisis situation. Some of his detractors said he was only interested in being right to satisfy his ego; the apprentice hero answered that they were absolutely correct, he was only interested in doing his job right.
“A serrated spear. How unheroic a weapon. Let me show you a real hero goes about his job with civilians around,” he commented with a cold, even gaze, seemingly unbothered. As if to illustrate his point, he lifted his right arm fo fire each finger separately, the palm, his forearms in three separate rockets and the rest of his arm up to the shoulder in one imposing missile. The barrage would fizzle and explode everywhere around Rin, a colorful festival of sparklers and marroons, until the last piece -- the big missile -- exploded in another thunderous blast, as close to the girl as possible.
Mind games where another one of his specialties; he had hoped to trick her into believing she had roused him up a display of pride, countering her dangerous attack with another series of non-lethal, crowd-controlling explosions supposedly more suited for law enforcement use, but this was a match where the use of force was allowed, likely designed to simulate a one-on-one confrontation against a dangerous villain. It was only rational to use every means at your disposal, even dangerous ones, against an offender who didn’t shy away from such violence himself. An appropriate response was justified in the eyes of the public and even encouraged; it was in every way the rational choice.
And Ren Zhenya was nothing if not a rational hero.
(tl;dr: blocks the spear with his reactive armor, still taking a fair amount of damage (C-rank attack vs D-rank durability). taunts Rin saying her attack was dangerous, fires an arm’s worth of status effect explosions aiming to trick her into believing he's trying to show her up by using less dangerous options, except the last one which is a big boom missile, meant to explode as close to Rin as possible. and he’s a cunt about it too, of course)
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Post by Rin Kurama on Feb 28, 2019 18:54:08 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy Rin was in full movement, showing no signs of slowing down. The fact that he had parried her creation of blood only meant one thing. It'd come back for another swing. Unlike his explosions, Rin's blood generally stuck around. Naturally it had less immediate reach and firepower - an explosion propagated much quicker - but she had the upside of generally landing multiple attacks with the same creation. Thus, as the spear was knocked backwards it split into a series of needles. As soon as the backwards momentum was cancelled, the needles spread out in a wider arc, raining down towards Ren in a furious manner. Since a singular attack could be warded off with a singular explosion, Rin figured that she'd tax his multitasking. Create a multitude of dangers and force him to split his attention further. The pressure was on, and Rin was placing all of her eggs into one basket. Since he was competent at drawing out a fight and analysing an opponent, plus his quirk functioning better on range with the variety of options his explosions had, spoke a simple sentence to Rin. Be aggressive as all hell, get up close and personal, and end the fight before he can utilize his greatest strengths. Another advantage that Rin had with her quirk, was that it wasn't explosive. Once the distance was cut short, she was fairly certain that Ren would be capable of hurting himself. The earlier defensive explosion he had set off certainly seemed to cause him pain.
Forming a shield of blood on her forearms, the girl basically threw herself along the ground, sliding forwards. The ground and rubble from their exchanges cut into her cloth, leaving smal cuts along her legs. From this position, the shield essentially pressed against the ground when the explosions impacted, essentially allowing her to push back, without needing to rely on strength. - Something Rin was well aware that she wouldn't be able to. Even a single of these explosions would leave her arms feeling numb, if she were to block them in a regular manner. As the final rocket impacted, Rin had gotten seriously close. All that seemingly remained was a smoking bundle of.. something. It was hard to see as she was covered in the dust of the arena. From below Ren, before the boy really got to inspect his workings on Rin, the girl flung into action.
Yeah, Rin had taken a couple of hits. Yeah, this was rather painful and annoying, but she wasn't about to give up. Not when she had finally made her way close to him. The shield of blood, which had cracked and shattered, causing the burns across her chestpiece, flung up towards him like a flat bolt. It would not cause a lot of damage, but it had another goal. To knock Ren up into the air, to send him flying, to move him away from the ground. It was clear to Rin that he enjoyed standing in a place where he could calmly analyse everything. Where the earth, the scenery, assisting in protecting him from certain angles, limiting Rin's options for attacks. In the sky however, he was nothing more than her prey...
Leaping up, Rin unfolded them. Two crimson pair of wings, forged by her own blood, carrying the girl into the sky. If it was together with her prey, he'd find very little reprieve. Launching at him from every which angle, were hooks of blood. Grasping into his skin, they weren't designed to torture him. Simply to get a grasp onto him. A grasp which would become his undoing. Rin had figured it out. His defense was rather tough. Thus, Rin would take physics to assist her. Lifting him into the air, also meant he had to return back down. Gravity was going to break the rest of him. Rin would utilize the last of her energy to dunk him into the stage like a basketball. Break his morale, break his armor, break his will to continue fighting. Rin was moving in for the final blow, having taken her fair share of punishment up until this point. The battle hadn't quite gone the way that Rin imagined it would. Normally, when it came to a calm analytical approach, she was superior. Albeit, with this particular opponent, his strengths and weaknesses almost dictated that she needed another approach. At least, that was what her calm analysis led her to believe. Question was whether Rin was even capable of such an aggressive counterplay to such a defensive style.
TLDR; Transforms the spear into several needles, raining them down on Ren in an arc. Slides across the ground with a shield of blood above herself as cover. Takes some serious damage, and tries to knock Ren up into the air - flying up with him to beat him to a pulp.
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Mar 4, 2019 12:54:21 GMT -4
The pesky spear now divided itself in a storm of needles, as Rinkusu Kurama was walking through the storm protected by another shield of blood -- well, penguin sliding, but details. This required action. He couldn’t let all of Rin’s attacks come through, he needed a plan. He didn’t like using it, but it seemed he was gonna have to do that.
To counter a thousand needles, the answer was a thousand needles; or in Ren’s case, a thousand strands of air flying off from his scalp, leaving him with the most ridiculous of bald spots on the side of his head. Each hair missile only carried very little explosive power, but all together he could make a sort of explosive screen to deflect the needles. Nonetheless, some got in and he had to take them, for a graver danger was presenting itself.
The blood girl was now very close, close enough to send her shield of blood flying towards his stomach. He was too close to stop it with an explosion, he was going to have to use his reactive armor. However, the angle at which she threw the shield surprised him, and the blowback from his explosion sent him flying up.
Next came Rin, deploying wings of blood to go after him. Hooks shot up, aiming to dig into his skin. For all the angel metaphors, she was as ruthless as a demon. He couldn’t let the hooks get close, so he shot both feet and his good hand, while the other was regenerating, to know them away. That was one thread dealt with, now--
Wait, how was she there already? Were the sparklers and the maroons ineffective, was it the medicine from earlier that he spied her taking counteracting their effect? Nonetheless, there was no time to launch a proper explosion now, as she dunked him to the ground. All he could do was to activate his reactive armor once again to try to soften the impact. He was now careening towards the ground at high speed, head first -- if he did nothing, he might snap his neck. He knew it would be risky, but he had to do it.
An instant before the back of his head crashed against the floor, he activated his reactive armor once again, making the skin on the back of his scalp explode. The blowback redirected his body just enough that he fell on his back. The air was knocked out of his lung, and the sight of the bloody angel was the last thing he saw in this match. A whistle blew. The walls of shimmering air disappeared as the end of the match was announced and medics rushed over.
It was a powerful defensive ability, but the drawback of his reactive armor was that it looked -- and was -- gruesome. The back of his skull was exposed right now, even as his skin was regenerating. The amount of blood splattered across the arena didn’t help -- as much as everyone tried to keep in mind that it was just a natural consequence of the usage of Rin’s quirk, it played a part, subconsciously.
“Winner: Rinkusu Kurama!” were the last words Ren heard as he was carried on a stretcher, the audience rather silenced by this abrupt turn of events. Defeat. That was a new feeling to Ren. It had all happened so fast, and his head was too fuzzy to think about it. He probably gave himself a concussion. Whatever. He’d think about this more in detail back at home. For now, he would dedicate his time to preparing for the cross school competition.
The Fenghuang stand has been quickly deserted, causing whisper and murmurs among the audience. What they didn’t see was Huang carrying Chen on his back as they ran through the corridors, tailed by a tag team of Lan and Jin pulling Zhao behind them, all of them rushing to the side of their leaders. As much as they disliked his attitude, as much as was being made of Fenghuang’s military-like methods, they were still worried teenagers rushing to the side of their fallen friend.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Mar 16, 2019 9:59:49 GMT -4
WORD COUNT: TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy Everything had led to this moment. A rush, to which Rin was dedicating every last ounce of her energy. It was neccessary to overwhelm him, or she would suffer defeat. The wounds and damage she had taken, was being counter-acted ever so slightly by the medicine that she hard adminstered to herself, but it wouldn't deal with everything. Yes, Rin may have blocked a majority of the damage, but when the damage was enough to seriously smash up a car, or even significantly damage a truck, one could only imagine what the full force would've done to her. Rin was not sturdy, by any means. Frail, fragile, tiny, she had to block a significant portion of it, to avoid her bones breaking or the wounds being too deep for her to continue combat. The girl knew this, and despite her best efforts, her uniform and skin still had several burns, her eyes were still watery, and her legs and back still had cuts from sliding across the ground. However, she had made it in. The rush was successful, and her opponent was rapidly running out of resources. A quirk which took time to reload would always struggle, if the opponent could weather the initial storm. In these moments, Rin had somehow managed to weather the first barrages. Any additional imprecision to the mistakes she had already made in this fight, and she likely wouldn't have had anything left to give at this point... but now that she was here, she would show him the true meaning of willpower. The true meaning of heroism.
Refusing to speak, she was saving every ounce of energy to get the task at hand completed. The hooks wrapped around his remaining limbs, grasping at him like tentacles. Spinning him, essentially like an arrowhead, Rin used her quirk to swing him upwards, before rapidly pulling him down towards the ground. Rotation, downwards motion, gravity. It all assisted in adding significantly more oomph to her attack. Having seen how he managed to take on her last attacks, getting out mostly unscathed, she wasn't immediately afraid that he was going to get irrepairably hurt. Besides, there were both teachers and medics at the sidelines, prepared to stop the fight or assist as neccessary. So, in this final move of a slam dunk, Rin was holding nothing back. The arena shook as he impacted. Whether it was from the reactive armor that he had deflected her attacks with earlier, or whether it was from the dunk itself, Rin couldn't quite tell. Floating in the air above him, slowly descending, sweat was dripping down her cheeks, as she tapped down onto the arena in a tired fashion. Arms hanging loosely by her sides, she was breathing heavily...
The whistle had sounded. The fight was over. The team had decided that Ren was incapable of continuing. Brushing her hand over the burnt skin at her torso, Rin grimaced. Looking at Ren, the boy seemed barely conscious at this point. Perhaps that was for the better. At least he wouldn't be feeling the same kind of fatigue and pain as Rin was. Still, she wanted to impart a couple of words to him. To let him know that he could become an admirable hero, so long as he would dare walk his own path. "...You have the quirk, Ren-san. You have the skill, you have the power." Panting softly, Rin was forced from the pain and exhaustion to take a knee. Groaning softly, there was still a confident smile on her lips. After all, how couldn't she be confident, she had just taken out another school's ace man! "...The thing you've got to work on, is your heart. Find it for yourself, it does not seem like your school teaches it..." With those parting words, Ren was carried off on a stretcher. Whether he had heard all of her words or not, it did not matter further. The medical staff was looking to Rin, though she politely declined any assistance. So in a fashion that may have looked more like the loser than the winner, Rin rose a hand in the air, as she - wobbly on her feet - staggered away from the arena. Hopefully she could manage to return to proper health before the next series of fights. Lord knew, if she had to participate in her current condition, even a freshman would be able to take her out. Those burns were really painful. Also, the burning in her eyes and the feeling of nausea just kept returning. What a bothersome quirk. With all the bright, flickering colors, she'd be surprised if Ren hadn't set off several epilepsi attacks in the audience... Still, he had been a tough opponent. Perhaps there were others at Yuuei more apt for fighting than Rin. Perhaps Jasmine-chan, Tetsuko-chan or Darren-san would've fared better..?Either case, they'd never know, for now Ren had been knocked from the bracket.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2019 17:36:25 GMT -4
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