Exploration

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan was new to Babylos, let alone Arcane Academy, so he had no idea where he was going. He walked around aimlessly, not bothering to ask for directions (typical male right? XD). Eventually, while searching for someplace to register at the Academy, the six foot three hunter stumbled onto the training ground of the school of magic.

"Damn...They got all kinds of shit here." He said, commenting on the fact that there were swamps and mud pits in the distance to the right, while there were snow capped hills some same distance to the left. He himself was walking on an open green pasture, some forrestation and rocky terrain ahead of him. His black eyes swirled to the side of his head, beneath his orange tinted sunglasses, at a dragon fly whirling past. In a black flash, the dragon fly was snatched up, and several low crunching sounds were heard. Hmm...Not bad. Came the thoughts of the tiny black winged lizard on Tristan's right shoulder. [You would think so.] Tristan replyed with his mind.

The black dragon named Igneus always prefered to eat in his smaller form, as the food was somehow proportioned when he became his usual gurth, that of a small house. Shut up. The dragon retorted playfully, still chewing his catch. Tristan cracked a small grin and continued to wander about, wondering where in the hell he was exactly, as well as how to get to an office of some sort.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy walked through the so called "Training Grounds", irritated as hell.

"Your names are WAY too long to say on a constant basis. My jaw gets tired. Think of nicknames or something."

Esiuhoieufe and Ayschoine just laughed at him. Well, Esiuhoieufe just giggled to giggle. Bubbly was the only word you could use to describe the Oxygen Elemental.

Ayschoine was just a bitch. A raging bitch.

Yay.

"Look, call signs or something. I need to be able to concentrate in battle, not try to pronounce your names!"

"Allright, you little spaz. Jeez, kid. What's wrong with you?"Ayschoine laughed at him as she said that.

He ignored her, and looked around. He saw a rather tall man walking around, seemingly lost. Roy gauged his age as about the mid-thirties. He also seemed to be armed, like everyone else here.

"Hey, you lost? What are you lookin' for, old man?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan turned, Igneus stood on his perch. What he saw was some kid, talking to two other kids, girls. "The Arcane Academy office, I'm new to Babylos." His deep voice came in a normal, cold tone. Sensing no agression, the small black dragon sat back down on Tristan's shoulder. "And you can call me Knight." He finished, running his eyes over the trio. None of them are human. Igneus reported to Tristan, as a being with innate magic abilities, dragons could tell such things. [Figured, the boy might be a half breed.] Tristan responded mentally.

The dragon made a small growl of agreement and Tristan stood square with the others. His gaze was emotionless and unwavering, only his left eye would be visible as the sun was off to the right, blocking out that side lens. The hunter would be on his guard, Babylos was an unfamiliar place and he had to be careful.

[Roy Atenwood]

Is this guy serious? The main office? OUT HERE?

Roy nearly laughed, but held it back. This guy really HAD to be new to this place. Even HE diddn't get this badly lost.

"Well, you're in the training gruonds right now. Pretty much all that happens here is fighting. If yuo want to spar, you can almost always find someone here."

Roy looked around a bit, then let out a sigh. "It's pretty empty today, though. I'll lead you to the main office if you want."

Roy was in a relatively good mood, although he could go for a match. He diddn't care, one way or the other.

"So, what'you say, Knight?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan thought for a moment, then jerked his head, indicating to Igneus to fly off somewhere. "Always up for a little training." He said as the small black dragon soared to a near-by stone. Tristan took a light stance, his gauntlets clinking amongst themselves. His eyes scanned the area, mainly open, not much to ignite except the grass.

The tall hunter wondered what kind of abilities this kid had and how they would affect the Crusnik. No one knew of his race yet however, so both were at an equal disadvantage, though Tristan clearly had the upper hand on armamants. Tristan's brow came together, and any feeling that had been presant before, however minute, was now gone.

He began to wonder how many of his techniques he would have to show in this one match, no doubt they would all be revealed in time but there was always the possibility he could just use his physical attributes to take this kid down. "Got a name?"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Roy."

Roy wondered for a moment, what this guy really was, and if he was what he seemed. He reached down to his belt, and drew his staff from it, unleashing it from its "Dormant" length of one foot, to a full eight feet in length.

"Let's go. Challenger strikes first."

Roy's face changed, from that of a normal teen to that of a warrior who had seen many battles.

It begins. He's more than he seems. Everything here is.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

OOC: This oughta be good hmm?

Tristan nodded and took off. He wasn't going at top speed, but it was fast enough. His right hand was up, near his chin. The left hand was down, just above his stomach, both in tight metalic fists. Straight martial arts for now, that was his plan, if Roy here whipped out any spells, Tristan would counter them with his own small plethora of abilities.

As soon as he came close, the right hand would shoot out in a heavy metal jab to the boys face, the left still in a guard position. If he dodged it by leaning to the side, he would get a heavy steel toe size fourteen in the ribs, courtesy of Tristans left leg. If he jumped back, Tristan would wait for him to make a move. Staves were always iritating to deal with, the key there was to be agressive and rush in: If the user missed a strike it would take a while before he could swing it back.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy smirked slightly.

Just what are you capable of?

"Hah!"

Roy spun on one heel, hurling his staff toward Knight, as he took to the air, jumping toward him. Without a word, or even a sound, he flipped himself verticel, ten feet above Knight's head, and kicked his left foot so that his dagger came out of the boot. He flipped himself once more, using his right foot to kick the small silver dagger toward his opponent.

Landing on thte ground in a crouch, he turned to see if either attack had hit home.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan shifted right, avoiding the staff, but ended up misdirecting his punch in the process. [That was unexpected] He thought, looking at the boy in the air. He wasn't bad to be able to jump that high. Tristan turned around as Roy kicked to the air.

A glint of silver was what Tristan saw. He could have avoided it, but that was unnececery. The blade flew to his chest, stopped dead three inches from the hunter, and fell from the air. He caught it by the blade in an armored hand and held it up for his opponent to see when he landed. "Nice toy, a little higher and I'd have had to have ducked." He said, the blade had been stopped by the enchantments around his kevlar 49 vest. If not for the ward, the blade would have simply stuck itsself in the vest for Tristan to yank out.

He pocketed the knife smirking, "I'll give this back when we're done." the deep voice came tauntingly. Roy was good, but he'd have to do better than a knife to get a hit in. Tristan rushed again, slightly faster than before. If Roy decided to stand still, for the most part, Tristan would fake another jab and whirl around to a back stomp kick to the boys lower ribs. If he took to the air again, Tristan would wait for that staff and grab it. He would then use it to wrench the boy from the air and slam him head long into the dirt.

[Roy Atenwood]

Well. Fuck.

That diddn't work. His armor had some kind of ward on it. Roy smirked slightly, a little pissed that he was out of a dagger, but amused nonetheless.

"Well, obviously that won't work."

Then the tall man came at him. Roy's smirk widened ever so slightly. A fake jab? Roy used that tactic himself many times before, when he had attended a human school.

The kick was, sadly, anticipated. Knight would have to try a little harder than that. Roy Dodged to the side, and attempted to hammer a series of punches into Knight's side, followed by two two-fingered strikes to the older man's shoulders.

The two-fingered strikes were targeted at nerves in the shoulders, and would render each arm virtually useless, should they hit home.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan had missed, and Roy had some speed. But not much strength, or so the hunter would surmise. The vest took a bit of the strikes, but even beyond that the punches were all around fairly weak. Tristan shot himself back as the two finger strike came, sending his armored right fist into the boys ribs. It was a pretty damn quick strike, and would be difficult to avoid.

Because of Tristan's movements, the finger strike had missed its target, though it stung like a bitch where it did land. Whether or not the fist landed, he would go for a back kick to about the waist area. Normally that shot would hit the groin, but with the about half foot height difference between them, there was a chance it would hit the diaphragm, and consequently knock the air from the boys body.

Regardless of the outcome of this current assault, Tristan would whirl around to face his opponent with a light guard up. In the mean-time, Igneus was sitting on the rock, amused by the little match his rider and some random kid were having.

[Roy Atenwood]

Even through the vhest protector, that kind of hurt....

Roy had shifted so that the quick strike had struck his leather armor piece, but it had still hurt. He decided to take this fight to the next level just after it connected.

After it connected, he moved foreward, and went into a foreward handspring. If all went ewell, he would plant both feet on Knight's chest, and push off with a powerfull torrent of wind.

With the speed he was moving, easily twice that of a normal human, it wouldn't be easy to counter.

((Spell Cast: Jump. Mana used: 1
Remaining Energy: 19))

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan's strike landed, though it was glancing. The boy hopped about for a moment at a high speed. The hunter, seeing not much other option as the mule kick was being set up, tapped into one of his own powers. His eyes flickered and his mind screamed the words Double Time.

The armor laden mans body instantly sped up and he leaned back with speed to rival Roys. Tristan supported himself on his hands and kicked up with that same speed. Both if his feet would plant them selves hard into Roy's gut, digging into the flesh with those same steel toe size fourteens. This would be neigh impossible to dodge, considering the inhuman young man was in mid mule kick, and just as hard to block.

Igneus heard the mental shout and perked up with interest. He always liked to see Tristan's abilities in action. If the blow went according to plan, which it most likely would, Roy would go flying up and back, behind Tristan if he were standing how he was but a moment prior. The hunter would flip back having delivered his blow, and rush Roy at full blast.

An armored left hammer fist on top of the head would be his greeting, followed by a nice knee in the gut. It, like the hammer fist, was sent by the left limb.

[Roy Atenwood]

((OOC: Spell cancelled, no mana used. Remaining energy: 20))

Shit...what the hell does "Double Time" mean?

Roy found out while he was speeding through the air. He had twisted in the air a moment prior, however, and liberated the contentes of Knight's left pocket.

"Not good."

Roy tried righting himself in midair, only to see Knight speeding at him. He brought the dagger up as images flashed through his head.

They told him where to block.

As his feet touched the ground, he blocked the hammer fist with his left arm. Pain shot thourgh it, but that was no different than what he;d trained through. He also saw the knee coming, and angled his dagger so that Knight would end up impaling his knee on it.

THe knee most likely couldn't be stopped. Knight's own force would serve to impale it on Roy's dagger.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

"Son of a bitch." Tristan yelled when the blade entered his leg. He lept up and crashed his other foot into Roy's ribs. Luckily enough the blade wasn't angled completally right, and it was only a flesh wound, still hurt like all fuckin hell though. You should learn some healing Igneus offered blankly. [No shit sherlock.] Was Tristans retort.

The blade grazed the bone, but was still mostly superficial. Tristan pulled it out quickly and decided to use it to his advantage. If the boy wanted to get serious, Tristan would get serious. It bled, alot, but being the hunter Tristan was, and the fact that he had gotten many injuries along the way, he could handle it. Pain throbbed with every step, but he charged on, nearly at the speed he was just moving at. Roy couldn't have avoided the first shot, and there was a chance he would still be getting up from it.

Tristan's double time was still in effect, and would last a while longer, but not too long. A quick swipe with the blade in his left hand would leave a small gash on the left side of Roy's face, followed by a hard right hook, strong enough to knock out most humans, especially with those gauntlets on. Roy was only lucky the large hunter hadn't decided to impliment his alchemy before this particular attack.