633 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Male
"Kinetic Activity"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 27, 2018 23:38:33 GMT -4
Darren was turning heads.
His puffy, spiky blonde hair was quite recognizable, of course. It was his trademark and his pride; the less he styled it, the cooler it looked, with just the occasional trip to the barber shop. The blondie was very proud of his hair and happy that his hair was associated with his exploits.
And there was something about his face that people remembered too. Perhaps it was the grin. The delinquent had seen a video titled “the grinning hero” on uTube; it was a series of clips from his fight with the shark.
This relative fame was new to Darren, and of course, it had to happen right before the army opened its doors for this exposition thing. It was fun. He came in with the new kid, the rich brit kid, Oliver, and they had jolly good fun with a British accent on the obstacle course.
Touring the army grounds was still fun, but it was definitely disconcerting to see people turn their heads and whisper about him everywhere he went. He shrugged, both hands firmly locked in his jeans’ pockets, and kept walking about nonchalantly. No one had to know about the last few days, after all.
No one had to know about the hours he spent on his bed, staring at nothing, reliving the scene over and over. It felt so surreal to remember, like he was remembering a movie, but it had happened, he could remember it, and remember it well. He had scratches to show for it too and more importantly, uTube videos.
He eventually reached the conclusion that he was probably the only one in his class to have uTube videos to his name and internet articles about him, and it perked the delinquent right back up. He was back to being himself now, though cockier than he already was. It couldn’t be avoided; Darren was Darren. But for a few hours, if they had happened to drop by the Daimon household, they would have been shown a very different picture of their classmate than they were used to.
He let none of that show as he reached the fighting grounds and his grin widened. He had got a good warm-up out of that race; now it was time to see what these military men were worth. He spied Alex in the corner of his eye, decided to give his new fame a test ride and walked up to him.
“Hey there, Alex,” he said, taking great care to sound as casual as possible.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 11:41:31 GMT -4
”Oh, shit.” were the first words out of the American’s mouth. ”You look good for fighting a giant ass monster the other day.” he continued, not bothering to hide the excitement in his tone as he clapped his friend on the shoulder in congratulations. ”The dumbass school tried to stop the feed, but we got some techie people around so almost everyone saw you kick some ass. I do owe you one, though.” he continued, only pausing to breathe for a second. When he opened his mouth again, his normally rather slow way of talking became probably for the first time in Darren’s perception sped up to the point of being so excited that he was talking a mile a minute. He didn’t talk like this ever, so he wasn’t even pronouncing all of the words completely right when talking at that speed. He was just so excited that he just threw out some word vomit at his friend without being able to control the flow of it even one bit.
”Not that you needed help, obviously, but me and Aki ended up trying to find you but Darkshine ended up finding us instead and giving us a lesson when we got to watch the tail end of your fight. I don’t know if you saw since there was a giant crowd, but holy fucking shit dude I never would’a been able to meet her if you didn’t decide to be a hero that day, so thank you!”
There were varying levels of excitement in tone and inflection of voice that one used when talking about another person. When talking about someone that an individual cared deeply about, the tone might become a bit softer as pleasant memories wash through the speaker’s mind as they talk. Alex’s tone and inflection, however, were not soft at all. It was filled with the awe of a deeply religious experience of one who is completely and utterly convinced they were the beneficiary of divine intervention and the pure, unadulterated excitement of someone who got to meet their favorite rock star and get an autograph or something equally as out of this world amazing for a teenager to experience.
Not that he got an autograph, of course. It wasn’t that he was afraid of anything! It was just that he didn’t want to bother the #1 Pro Hero of Japan and waste her time with something as trivial as an autograph, I mean, he didn’t even have a pen or paper or anything. What would she use to sign? There were certainly more appropriate places to ask for an autograph, or really anything at all. If Darren saw Alex at the scene at all, he would have seen the face of awestruck adoration to an almost absurd level. Thinking back, the American wasn’t sure he said one word the entire night in front of his idol. He was too busy memorizing every movement and word, trying to learn as much as he could. What she focused on, how her posture was, where she chose to stand, how she chose to stand, and everything else that he could take mental notes of because he unfortunately did not bring a pen and paper to take proper notes and he sure as hell would not risk offending his idol by taking out his phone and taking notes on that. Nope, not possible. No way, because if he made a bad impression on her right before she moved to Yuuei there was no way she was ever going to let him be her sidekick when he graduated. And if he never became her sidekick, he’d never even have the chance to catch up to her.
”They got a bunch of military guys doing sparring matches around here,” Alex said suddenly, knocking himself out of his reverie. His voice was back to its normal inflection and usual slower than usual pace at this point now that his mind wasn’t on Number One Pro Hero Darkshine anymore. ”Wanna go a round or two of doubles? Me and you against whoever they throw at us?” he continued, turning his gaze over to meet the blonde delinquent’s blue eyes. ”If we’re both gonna be heroes, we need to learn how to work together too. I can’t knock down Rin, Jaz, and the rest of 1-A by myself, y’know. Plus, rumor has it that you and Jaz have a bit of a rivalry going on. Lucky for me, since her quirk sounds like a horrible matchup for me. Explosions that hurt like hell and create light to take away shadows? No thanks. I’ll take blood girl any day.” he commented, his tone so deadpan that it was hard to tell both from the way that he seemed to take the student rankings like gospel and the way he said it whether he was completely serious or just pretending.
|
|
633 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Male
"Kinetic Activity"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 29, 2018 0:14:04 GMT -4
Darren was beaming. He couldn’t help but show it. “You’re damn right I’m fine, I eat shark for breakfast,” he boasted. Never would he mention to anyone how he had to repeat to himself that he could die over and over to keep his cool and not panic into doing something stupid. It was a nerve-wracking experience of the kind which Darren loved. Fear, pleasure, what’s the difference really?
Alex proceeded to explain that thanks to Darren’s heroic acts and his own stupidity mixed with the Aki factor, they got schooled by Darkshine. The shadow boi was almost drooling when talking about the pro hero, and he made sure to profusely thank Darren for the opportunity.
“Thanks, but I ain’t seen none of yall. Had to spend like three fucking hours with the police, shit was not so cash.” He got a smug look on his face. “But fuck it man, that shit was worth it. And I wasn’t even looking for trouble either. This motherfucker really did almost come out from under my feet, that shit was fucking crazy. I acted on pure adrenaline.” He shrugged. “Guess I’m not too fuckin’ bad under pressure, ain’t I?”
Sparring with military martial arts experts was mentioned, and a different look was suddenly on Darren’s face. One that Alex was likely to be familiar with as well; it was the look of the competitive bastard that he was seeing a challenge, and a challenge that involved fighting on top of that, and against figures of authority to boot. It was the cherry on top of the cake. “Damn fucking right we’re fighting them,” he answered. It had the merit to be clear and to the point.
“Yeah, you take the evil overlord,” he answered casually to the vice president’s comments on their 1-A peers. He didn’t even know he had started calling Rin the evil overlord in the first place; it was a meme at this point, just another part of the strange tapestry that was Darren’s sense of humor. “I’ll take Blondie.” He punched his right into his left palm twice, telling all that needed to be told with the gesture.
The martial arts club president of UA decided that he wasn’t boutta lose his time, so he hollered at the first pair of military-looking dudes that happened to pass by. “Oi mates, who’s the top dawg around here? Get me him in a cage and some wimp for my buddy Alex, he ain’t too good in melee,” he shouted with the Alex right next to him. He even pointed at him too. Friendship with Darren was something that came with many clauses written in small characters, including brutal honesty regarding anything that had something to do with fighting prowess.
That was how Darren was nice to people. People he didn’t give a fuck about he said nothing to and answered them with short, curt answers. People he liked, he made fun of constantly while occasionally dispensing sage advice about to best way to punch someone in the liver, and he was always ready to help when you needed someone to knee your face in.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 12:25:42 GMT -4
Had it not been for Lieutenant Hideaki's specific orders to address the students with some form of humility, Private Tsukishima Keiji was pretty sure he would've grabbed his baton and opened up a can of whoop ass on this smug looking blond kid the second he opened his dumb mouth. Yeah, he'd seen the uTube videos. The rampaging shark freak against some Aussie who could move his body a little faster than your ordinary pedestrian. Big-fucking-whoop.
The private glared at the blond teen before turning to his comrade, "Oi, Takeuchi - let's go show this kid what's what, huh?" He asked, smirking when he noticed the very particular grin his partner displayed as an answer. Turning back to Darren, Tsukishima offered a small smile - one that betrayed nothing but ill intent and he was very particular in trying to let the kids know that they had just bit off more than they can chew.
So he managed to fight a land shark. Fact of the matter is said land shark was not trained. And by his moves alone Tsukishima could tell that neither was Darren. At least, not at the level of a military-trained operative would be. As such, they were adamant in trying to show the difference between them. Childish it might have been, but the military had a reputation to keep up, "Alright, kids. Come at us whenever you're ready then."
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 21:57:59 GMT -4
”Hell no you’re not bad under pressure! Holy shit, you’re like famous now!” Alex said with pride, not because he did anything – but because his classmate and friend did and he was happy for him! When he said he would do his best to make sure Class 1-C was the leading class at U.A. during the elections, he meant it. 1-C was his tribe now, and any member’s success would be cheered on as much as possible and encouraged. Plus, what Darren did was actually super cool and deserved praise from the public as well as himself.
When the blonde delinquent laid out that he was fine taking out Jaz if he took out Rin, the American let out a laugh. ”If we take them out, 1-A has like nobody left.” he said perhaps a bit more seriously in tone than most would have. ”I mean, who in 1A can really fuck with people like Akane, Risaka, and Yumi? Rin and Jaz are really all they got aside from like, Maxi. Kanna might be able to put up a decent fight, but grit only gets you so far. I mean, she could probably shit stomp Akio real good though.” he kind of just did that whole thing that he did sometimes where he just talked out his entire stream of consciousness, and most of the time that stream of consciousness was extremely offensive. This time was no different, but at least it was around Darren and not more sensitive members of the class who might get butthurt about it and snitch to the teachers.
”Ok, sure! Let’s just go on to the—“ the American had already started moving toward the nearest ring, unfortunately moving right in reach of the soldier who had just told them both to ‘come at them’. Alex, being the socially off individual that he was, saw basically nothing wrong with how the military man was asking and was ready to walk right by him until he caught a knife hand to the throat and a punch to the gut in quick succession that floored him in an instant. It took the boy completely by surprise and he couldn’t even process the attack fast enough to even attempt to fight back. He basically just fell forwards in a heap while clutching at his throat and coughing in an attempt to breathe.
Okay. Now he was pissed. At first, this was just a friendly way to get some training in with some military guys. Those fuckers just made this personal, and as he hit the ground beside the Lieutenant he reached out with his quirk to yank as hard as he possibly could at the ankle of the bastard who just floored him to make that fucker’s face hit the ground as violently as possible. The whole struggling to breathe part made it to where the American couldn’t exactly physically move too much aside from writhing in pain on the ground for a couple of seconds, but he could definitely still lash out with his quirk -- and by God he was going to!
|
|
633 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Male
"Kinetic Activity"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Daimon Darren on Aug 30, 2018 0:08:15 GMT -4
Darren grinned when the vice president listed his classmates. All names that he liked to hear. As he heard them: kick bunny, grey girl, and best girl class prez. Grey girl he didn’t know well but he didn’t dislike her so far, kick bunny could put up a good fight when she was roused up, and best girl class prez was exactly what it said on the tin.
Rin and Jaz -- Evil Overlord and Blondie -- stood no chance indeed, yet there were pretty cool people in 1-A too. Like Maxi -- Mr Freeze, his personal alcohol brewer, or Kanna, who was… Kanna. It was hard finding her a nickname. So far, he had Blonde Bull, but it would work better with one of them piercings in the middle of the nose. He snickered at the mention of Akio, which is the name by which he refused to call the one he called boyo. He would get his ass kicked by Kanna, that much was true. Poor boyo.
The military men told them to come at them, so Alex headed for the nearest ring, past the right one. Darren said something cocky and cracked his knuckles, and meanwhile, Alex got an ass-beating in two moves.
“God damn, no rings uh? All fucking right, no rules then,” Darren argued with implacable logic. He propelled himself at the dude who throat-punched Alex and aimed a flying knee to the ribs from an impossible distance, at a terrifying speed, at the same time Alex tried to trip the man. It was like there was an invisible string attached to his face, pulling Darren’s knee closer. The blonde kid was on his guard, prepared to deal with a counterattack.
In his precipitation to avenge his fallen comrade, however, the shark-wrestler had forgotten to account for the military man’s brother in arms, and that was a counterattack he was certainly not ready to receive.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 15:44:31 GMT -4
Had it not been for the quirk, Private Tsukishima Keiji might have just laughed a little at how easy it was to utterly ground pound the kid with the red-eyes. Sure, one could argue that it was a sucker punch and by all rights it was. But, then again, these kids were training to be these supposed heroes, right? Considering where they found themselves and under what pretenses, they should've expected this coming. Especially after that other delinquent opened his mouth. And yet the second something tugged at his leg Keiji found his view of the world shifting, his sturdy frame slowly going prone. It wasn't until a knee met his gut out of nowhere that the Private has groaned aloud, confusion that was very quickly replaced with anger flooding his veins.
Private Takeuchi Rentaro was, for better or worse, not fast enough to react to Darren's high-speed movement. As trained as he was, this was one of the very few times he was facing a quirk user head on. The few times he had gone up against one it was always someone who he was told was an 'emitter' type - someone who could use some kind of ability externally. He wasn't too aware of people who could actually modify their bodies and enhance them, but, then again, this was valuable training, he reckoned.
As Tsukishima fell, Takeuchi acted almost immediately. Darren wouldn't even have enough time to reach the ground before two hits would smash against his torso, all with the same hand. The first was directly to his stomach, likely knocking the air out of him. The next, a very quick successor - an uppercut crashing directly into the blond's jaw. Using this momentum and the opening to the Aussie's neck, the soldier very firmly grasped it, his fingers clasping against Darren's skin without a shred of care, and then he proceeded to slam the younger male into the ground, raising his other fist up before he would proceed to beat the kid senseless.
Tsukishima, for his part, growled the second he hit the floor, his mind a little hazy, yet infuriated him all the same. These little shits... he growled under his breath, eyes manic with rage. A rage that turned slightly smug when he saw Takeuchi make short work of the kid that had managed to blindside him. Glaring back at Alexander, Tsukishima Keiji was very painfully aware of the arm that had his leg locked. Without a shred of hesitation, the male spun in his prone position, thus flipping himself over onto his back. His free leg kicked at the shadow, immediately making it burst into shadowy pieces before he continued his spinning motion. On the ground, sideways from the red-eyed kid, Tsukishima raised his leg and brought his heel down, aiming directly for Alex's chest in an attempt to end this dumb shit of a fight as soon as inhumanly possible.
They had the reputation of the military to uphold, and there was no way they'd be sucker punched but two good-for-nothing kids with a bark that was clearly louder than their bite. Spunk? Sure, they had spunk. What would now be tested was how far that would get them.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 17:38:56 GMT -4
Ah, fuck. It was extremely rare for someone to just bust through his shadow constructions, and this was the first time a normal human had done it to him… well, ever. His construction shattered and immediately dissipated, and the soldier immediately leveraged his weight to raise his leg up to smash his heel down on Alex’s chest. While the American lacked a lot of traits one might consider critical in a student, in a fight he had two extremely good ones for situations like this. His reflexes were very good and he was extremely decisive when he made a decision. There was almost no visual lag between seeing and reacting when it came to the delinquent, mostly because his thoughts weren’t very complex to begin with. It’s hard to overthink things when you had trouble thinking to begin with!
He had sparred with Darren so much over the past few weeks, in fact, that even though this soldier was moving as fast as he could he just seemed… slow. Especially compared to the frantic pace that the American was used to sparring in. He had time to think and time to quickly consider his course of action. To make a decision so quickly, though, he asked himself a very important question: What would Darkshine do? If the #1 Pro Hero found herself in a position like this, what would her first move be? The course of action became completely obvious when he thought about the current situation like that, and he took action accordingly.
His quirk snapped out both his own shadow and that of his opponent all at once and shoved the soldier back with every tendril of solid shadow moving at the full speed and full force he could muster before his heel connected to Alexander’s chest in response to that question, throwing the guy backwards with enough force to send him rolling in the opposite direction with force towards the other soldier that was trying to pound on his friend. The whole using his opponent as a projectile to help his friend part was largely an accident, but the move away was something that clicked in his mind immediately.
Darkshine was a fighter, like himself, that operated best at a distance. In each fight that she had that he studied, she maintained that distance as much as possible. It was only when Thunder played dead out of complete desperation due to the fact that he had no way to close the distance himself that he managed to get her with a cheap shot. The delinquent was hit with a cheap shot to start the first, but this thug was no Thunder and couldn’t cripple his ability to fight back with the initial attack and had not managed to grab a hold of the American. There was still distance, however slight, between them that Alex took full advantage of. If there had been an actual grab made, that wouldn’t have worked due to the guy being strong enough to break his quirk… but dirt wasn’t exactly the strongest material to grab hold of even if he wanted to try to stop himself from being shoved with force.
As his opponent was launched away, Alex pushed himself up as quickly as he could with his hands and surveyed the area around him to exploit to get as much matter as possible with his next move. He needed to actively use his quirk to rip matter from each shadow he wanted to exploit, and to do that effectively he needed to know the shadow existed. The way he did that was either by studying the area beforehand, which was impossible in this case, or through visual contact. He could just try and pull blindly over a wide area, but that was a surefire way to waste a lot of energy very quickly because his stamina drained whether or not any shadow was actually ripped from the area that he attempted to pull from. That was why he almost always did a visual check first unless he was well and truly desperate.
While he wasn’t the deepest thinker at U.A., he could process the thoughts that he did have incredibly fast and could multitask decently well. He had nailed down the process of scanning and pulling shadows almost into a science at this point, and turned his red gaze back towards his comrade after only a few moments of pause from forcing his body into a crouching position to observe the situation around him. Each shadow that he matter from, he didn’t choose to form just yet and instead moved the matter that he ripped into his own shadow. If one paid attention, they could see smaller shadows darting into Alexander’s own shadow… but it was extremely rare for anyone to pay attention to a detail that small, or recognize what it meant even if they did.
|
|
633 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Male
"Kinetic Activity"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 2, 2018 22:56:17 GMT -4
It felt a little too easy, his knee digging into the destabilized man’s side and knocking him with a good one. It was almost like he was forgetting something. Something moved in the left corner of his field of view, and he understood what was happening too late when he finally turned his head.
That’s right, there was another guy, Darren remembered as he doubled over from the stomach punch. It was a good one, drilling into his abdominal muscles viciously. Despite his solid guard and unnatural speed, he couldn’t do shit against a punch he didn’t see coming, so he ate it and liked it too. Maybe he did not like it so much, but he ate it all the same.
He wasn’t given time to double over, however, as the gut punch was followed by a strong uppercut that propped his jaw up. His guard was blown open and useless now. The big hand didn’t lose time in exploiting the temporary weakness and grabbed him by the neck. God damn, these soldiers are violent, thought Darren through the ringing in his ears as he clenched his neck muscles. He felt himself being pushed down.
Despite the strangling, he was grinning in the cockiest manner. Big guys were all the same. They all thought that once they got a hold of you, you were down, and that’s when they dropped their guard. Darren had grit enough to keep his wits about it after that vicious combination and despite the shaking of his brain. With his quirk and his habit of getting into fights every other day, he was used to it. When he felt the ground swiped off his feet, he had the presence of mind to simply abandon his hold on it. If the soldier wanted him on his back, that was fine. But it would have to be on his terms.
With a quick activation of his kinetic quirk, he folded his knees up, dragging them here with am equally quick activation of his quirk. He only had to shift them a bit to get his feet on the man’s thighs, exactly where he wanted them. He let himself roll on his back eagerly, and when he had a good enough hold, he pushed on his feet with all his might and grabbed the man’s collar and threw it in an arc over his head, likely with the man attached to it, or at least he hoped. A textbook sumi gaeshi executed with quick wit. Hopefully, that was enough to break the callused hands’ grip on Darren’s throat.
If that worked, he'd pull himself back on his feet with his quirk and, after shooting a quick glance at his companion of misfortune to check if he was fine, turn to face his opponent. If the man was still on the ground, Darren wasn’t prepared to let him get up so easily. At the first sign of a move, he'd act. A kick to the head was, in his experience, a good way to keep a man down, whether you were talking about a delinquent of a professional soldier.
Well, he only really had experience with the delinquents. But surely even a professional soldier was only human, right?
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2018 4:44:34 GMT -4
A series of unfortunate events was one way to describe this entire exchange - or rather charade, if you asked the two military agents. Then again you couldn't exactly be sure who the misfortune hit more. While it was true that the two Yuuei students had likely bitten off a little more than they could chew, they clearly weren't pushovers. Both Tsukishima and Takeuchi had gotten rebuttals that were impressive in their own rights. Cheeky as heck, don't get them wrong, but also impressive enough to make their militaristic instincts finally kick into gear. At some point in the fight the two Privates had forgotten that these kids were Quirkers - humans with supernatural abilities that they didn't possess. The military had ordered them to take them seriously and they had to acknowledge the fact that not following orders was their first mistake.
While Tsukishima had enough time to backpedal to a safe distance, Takeuchi took on the full force of Darren's grapple maneuver, groaning quietly as his back hit the ground yet forcing himself not to lose too much of his senses. The blow hurt, but it wasn't anything his Sergeant hadn't dished out on him in the past. Darren had quickly turned and attempted to kick at his head. The Private reacted quickly by grabbing the blond's approaching foot before he spun in his prone position in an attempt to kick the ground from under the Aussie's feet. At the peak of the motion, Takeuchi twisted his body in such a way that allowed him to kick off of the ground and get back up on his feet. With several quick motions, he was a safe distance away from the two students, on the completely opposite side from where Tsukishima was.
The two men collected themselves and straightened into their full height, their toned bodies a clear testament of how many rigorous training sessions they've had over the course of their tenure with the military. Standing on opposite sides of the fighting field with the two teenagers in between them, Tsukishima and Takeuchi momentarily made eye contact and nodded to one another. The kiddie gloves came off; they couldn't be playing around with these brats. They were now painfully aware that the two of them could lose if they made that mistake.
Tsukishima's opponent was the red-eyed kid; the brat seemed to posses some kind of shadowy ability - he could create these constructs and manipulate them how he saw fit, the most their abilities extended was likely only a physical extension of himself. It looked like the kid wasn't that proficient at hand-to-hand. Tsukishima could handle that. In Takeuchi's case, his opponent was the Aussie. Clearly the blond was a proficient fighter in his own right - the one maneuver he showcased was enough of an indication. His quirk was quite the interesting sight as well, but yet Takeuchi didn't quite know how far it extended to yet.
The two of them were in agreement. The first move was made by them. This time, as the both of them raised their arms, they were calling the two teenagers out, curious to see how they'd choose to approach them.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 0:25:00 GMT -4
Cool. His maneuver had worked, and the soldier he was facing off against didn’t immediately rush back and was likely trying to figure out how the delinquent’s quirk worked. That was the ideal situation, but the student also knew he could not come to rely on people not knowing what his quirk did long term because it was so distinctive the first time he went public with it everyone would know if the incident was big enough just like with Darkshine and the Tokyo Hospital incident. For now, though, he would take any advantage he could get because he knew damned well that a grapple would have ended the fight instantly with a guy that strong and able to just smash through his quirk. If the guy had any sort of offensive quirk in addition to strength like that, Alex would have already lost this decisively. There was still a huge gap between where he was and where he needed to be, and until that gap was closed he needed to be extremely clever since he was not strong. He couldn’t just brute force this, or he would just lose as badly as he almost did just now.
He had a bunch of shadow built up behind him, and the soldier in front of him raised his arm and made absolutely no move to attack to buy Alex yet more time to think this through. Suddenly, though, he had an idea and just decided to execute without giving himself time to doubt himself. If the delay was meant to fuck with him, it wouldn’t work. His quirk moving out, since it was all concentrated behind him, would naturally be visible so that meant he needed a distraction and an actual attack. He went all in on attacking, because he knew damn well that if he half assed this then the guy would just come charging in twice as pissed as before. He needed to put the soldier on the back foot and press the advantage by attacking, because if he was ever put on defense again the best he would be able to do was create distance and run for his life against any grapple attempts. Eventually, the soldier would be able to grab hold of him and he would be fucked if he played defensive. It was admitting defeat, basically, because to be defensive in this scenario was to refuse to even attempt to win, and that just wasn’t the style of Alexander Deraine. Winning was worth playing with a lot of risk, even when that risk included massive bodily harm. What kind of hero would he be if he just resigned himself to lying down and dying in a combat simulation, after all?
He split all of his shadow matter into two directions at first, and a third several seconds later. The first direction was directly in front of him and used roughly a tenth of the shadow matter he had accumulated, but looked like far more because he actively stretched out that matter as far as it would go quite literally. It coalesced into what amounted to a wet slime cascade that charged towards the soldier solely to look spooky and catch his attention. He didn’t directly telepathically control that attack except to guide its direction, and it would do nothing except feel disgusting and gross even if it did hit. It was basically just slime expanded to look as big as possible, and would generally act like the same.
Roughly a fifth of the matter shot out to the left at the same time, and skated across the ground very rapidly using the middle attack as a cover. This one was partially telepathically controlled and would actively follow the soldier if he moved to dodge, and would skate across the ground until it hit the soldier’s feet and just sit there as liquid until the third attack was imminent, where it was solidify like concrete to fuck with the guy’s ability to dodge. The guy was definitely strong enough to break out of it, but it would take his attention and trick him into looking down at least for a moment was the hope while the third attack came through.
The third attack would fire off about two seconds after the first two were off to the races, and held four fifths of the shadow matter that the delinquent had accumulated. This attack would circle wide and hit a few seconds later than the other two and ideally fire off behind the soldier when he was focused in a completely different direction. This attack was carefully kept as close to ground level as possible, and was kept as far out of the warfighter’s likely line of sight as was humanly possible. This attack was the primary one that the delinquent was controlling telepathically, and would both follow the soldier generally and also actively dodge any strikes made against it if needed. If it got close enough to attack, it would use roughly a tenth of the matter to reinforce or redo the gumming up of the soldier’s feet and the rest would quickly shoot up to roughly the back of the enemy’s head before slamming down on the soldier’s back with full momentum plus whatever force gravity decided to provide in turn.
Whether this was successful or not, if the matter wasn’t destroyed immediately all of the shadow matter in the area would then come back up and do the same attack again with hopefully even more shadow matter and thus weight to work with to just pummel the guy whether it merely knocked him off balance or flattened him on the ground. Against almost anyone else, the delinquent would try to bind them to the ground but that strategy was useless when his enemy was strong enough to straight up overpower his constructs. No, he needed to keep the construct mobile and offensive and just use it like martial artists used punches and kicks. He would feint, and then attack from behind and get that bastard off his feet as quickly as possible.
|
|
633 Posts
0 EP
EXP
Total
Male
"Kinetic Activity"
Student-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 14, 2018 2:12:39 GMT -4
Of his numerous stints at the various martial arts clubs Darren joined over the course of his school life, one of the most recurring ones had been judo. The reason was twofold. First, it was a really popular sport, practiced everywhere in Japan, and one of the few in which the country constantly excelled on the international scene, so there were a lot of judo clubs.
Secondly, it was a very useful martial art. The emphasis on randori, which is the name of the judo bout, scored on points obtained by throwing your opponent on its back, meant that its practitioners attempted and countered throws on a daily basis, engraving the techniques into their muscle memory and giving them an extraordinary sense of balance and tactile sense.
Clearly, Jigoro Kano -- the founder of Judo -- had been on to something, and almost two centuries later, a random blonde half-aussie was still using his teachings to throw a soldier over his head, fighting a trip with a good old Sumi Gaeshi counter. It had worked perfectly, and high off his success, Darren got up quickly and lined up a kick to the recovering soldier’s head.
It was greedy and failure. The man grabbed his ankle, nullifying his attack, and swept his other leg to throw the delinquent down. Interestingly, the man used the opportunity to get away from Darren instead of chaining with an attack, so it was with a grin that Darren used his power to wrench himself back on his feet, pulled by an invisible force as deep blue sparks crackled over his body. The man was inviting him to attack.
His grin intact, Darren took the opportunity to show his stuff. The blue sparks rained down and arced over to nearby objects, perfectly harmlessly. Darren was suddenly flung towards his target, his right leg still sparkling, and he converted his forward momentum mid-air to rotational power for a flying roundhouse kick with another activation of his quirk.
The timing was crucial, but when executed well, the technique allowed him to suddenly deliver a powerful kick with all his weight behind it, without sacrificing speed. Quite the contrary, in fact, as the full power of his quirk made it unreasonably fast as well, on par with the quickest olympic-level fighters.
There was a slight drawback, however, as after delivering the kick the delinquent would be quite unbalanced, so even if his kick landed, he couldn’t combo into anything, and if it managed to get blocked, he would be exposed to a counterattack.
|
|
|
Post by Esperia on Oct 23, 2018 3:51:17 GMT -4
Darren 21x2=42 Alexander 31x2=62 Dauwz > Jasmine 12x2=24
|
|