Exploration

[Roy Atenwood]

What the hell?

The kick in the ribs was unavoidable. It had hurt, but not too badly, compared to the fires of Reydan.

Although Roy had no idea why he was havingthese visions of when and where to block, or how long they would last.

Roy moved slightly, allowing the dagger to cut his cheeck lightly, and then threw his arm up, blocking the left hook.

He threw out his own left hand, in a two-fingered strike aimed for the man's shoulder. It was another move that would partially disable him, but it likely wouldn't hit.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

OOC: it was a right hook but ill go with it >.>

He blocked the hook, but then went to attack. Not the best idea on Roy's part. The way he shot his arm up, no matter what he was doing, wasn't the best idea when Tristan had that dagger. The hunter took a quick step back and yanked back his left arm, bringing the blade along the back of Roy's. This, unless he saw what Tristan was doing and abandoned his attack, was more or less unavoidable.

The silvery blade would slice up the boy's triceps and render his arm into a twisted mess, or at least make it utterly useless. Tristan would then leap back, cringing with the pain in his left leg, and land several meters away. His double time was still in effect and was increasing his speed enough to pull that off.

[Roy Atenwood]

Oh FUCK!

Roy broke off his attack, and jumped backwards, trying to get some distance. This fight had gotten out of controll. He was able to reclaim his staff as he backpedalled past it, and made a mental note not to throw it again.

He took a defensive staff, retracting his staff to a foot in length, and waited. Or at least tried to. Something had awakened.....something powerful.

Roy's eyes started to glow, hiding the pupil, and iluminating his face.

"Eye of the Mind!"


((NEW SPELL DEVISED! Eye of the Mind gained! Final fantasy victory tune: GO!!))

[Tristan Knightrhode]

"What the hell?" The hunter said, his eyes locked on Roy. "Oh fuck." He said, realizing what the boy was doing. He quickly stabbed the dagger deep into the ground so it would take some effort to wrench free. He shot forward at full blast, Double Time still well in effect. Tristan had come across telepaths before as a hunter, and they were always a bitch to fight.

His leg throbbed as he ran but it didn't matter too much. A loud metalic clang was heard as Tristan clapped his hands together, then pulled them appart as though unsheathing a knife. A blue light eminated from the inscriptions on the back of his gauntlets and small bolts of the same color began firing off, legnthening the back plate of the titanium gauntlets into fourteen inch daggers, razor sharp and as strong as the rest of the armored gloves. They were wide as tristan's fist at the base, and came to a point at the end.

The hunter rushed in, hands in that same guard position. He jabbed with his right, sending the blade flying to Roy's shoulder. It would be drawn back as soon as it would hit or miss. The left would come in to a razor upper cut followed by a quick snap kick with the left. A bladed hook with the right would follow, then the left would come down in an arc slash across the boys chest. This would all occur as fast as Roy himself had moved when Tristan had gone into double time, Tristan was pushing his chakra ability to its limits.

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy saw everything Knight came at him with. All of it.

Ever facet of every movement. Everything he needed to get out of the way.

The blade headed for Roy's shoulder was dodged, along with the uppercut, but barely. Three long, red hairs fell down, blown away in the wind that was being generated from the fight.

The next attacks were dodged, but it still wasn't easy.

I see you.....I see your actions.....I see everything.....

As the bladed hook passed inches from Roy's chest, Roy struck out with his staff, extending it as he struck.

He knew where Knight wuold dodge, or so he thought. The future was ever shifting, and ever changing. Nothing is for certain.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan whirled his body around and grabbed the staff with both hands. He wrenched it around so that either it would be pulled from Roy's grip or drag the seer through the air. If the latter occured, Tristan would whirl him around to where he had just been standing and slam him, most likely head long, into the dirt. If the former occured, Tristan would whip around with the staff as fast as possible and smash Roy upside the head with his own weapon.

If it hit, he would most likely go flying. In that case, Tristan would abandon the pole by his feet and rush after Roy sending a quick flurry of bladed swipes at the boys face and chest, about six to be exact, in a left right left right fashion. If it missed, Tristan would let go of the steel rod and let it go flying away. The hunter would then swing his right leg up in another snap kick to add a bit of stunning pain as well as 'seer confusion' muddling up Roy's foreseeing eyes with petty assaults that would retard his reactions to the following attacks.

Those attacks would be: A simple one two stabbing combo followed by a back sort of back handed swipe with the left, then another lightning quick jabbing stab with the right.

[Roy Atenwood]

I saw this coming.......

Roy was being pulled through the air. It was exactly as he had invisioned it. It left someone who diddn't know how to weild Roy's staff at quite the disadvantage.

Roy's staff retracted as soon as Roy willed it, causing Roy to shoot toward Knight. He attempted to plant one leather-booted foot into his face, and push off with his jumping spell.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan whirled the boy around with the staff alright, but not as he intended. He didn't know about the staff's retraction worked like it did, and he was surprised to see Roy coming at him at a good clip. The hunter shot to the left with the very last bit of his double time ability. He avoided the foot by about a half an inch, and his body slowed back down to normal.

Being in the air as he was, Roy would have an excessively hard time dodging this next move. Tristan let go of the staff wholly, and shot his right hand up. He pinned Roy's leg on his right shoulder, and shot his bladed left fist up into the back of the seer's tigh. There was nothing worse than seeing something coming head on, and not being able to stop it. There was no missing with this attack like Roy's dagger did, the fourteen inch blade would enter the back of Roy's right ((im assuming right >.>)) tigh, and poke out the front. Whether it hit the bone or not was a matter of luck as the blade would go in parrallel to it.

[Roy Atenwood]

As soon as Roy's foot passed Knight's head, he angled his hand at Knight's face, and cast a large gust of wind to push himself away, escaping his grasp.

Roy foresaw that "Double Time" had worn off. He might actually have a chance, now.

"Never try to grab a half-elf."

Roy landed in a crouch, and stood straight and tall. He waited for Knight to attack again.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Roy had pushed himself away from Tristan's grasp, but he wouldn't get away that easily. [Katon (more or less 'fire element' in japanese)] Were Tristan's thoughts, the wind still pushing against his face, his hair blowing feircly. A quick inhale followed by a slow, powerful exhale sent a huge fire ball and explosion swirling right at the boy.

Due to the sudden influx of air, it was closer to an explosion than an actual ball of fire. Being that most of his elemental powers were fire and he'd had a dragon for the past year, Tristan was all but immune to fire, so any that blew back in his face wouldn't do much of any thing. No matter what that fire blast did, the hunter would rush in past and lingering flames and come out slashing. A wide swipe with his left would come across from the right, the right hand would come in another jabbing stab.

Tristan's left hand would then whirl it's way back up to a bladed upper cut, followed by a hard side kick with the left leg. His leg throbbed again, but the bleeding had slowed down substantially, maybe it was because he was a crusnik, maybe it was because of double time, most likely the former but it was anybodies guess, Tristan had never really figured out why he healed as quicky as he did. He'd lost a good deal of blood, as was on display around the grass, and would need a serious rest for a few days unless he got a chance to feed.

[Roy Atenwood]

"STOP!"

When Roy landed, several yards from Knight, he had called the fight to a close.

Roy's eyes stopped glowing, as well. He had seen something...odd. Something moving. Coupled with the characteristic churning noises he heard......

Slagwom.

"Knight! STOP MOVING!"

BOOM!

It wasn't a slagworm, but it errupted from the ground just underneath Knight, as a young woman in plain brown robes was screaming "NO! GET BACK HERE! OH MY GOD NO!!!!!"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan skidded to a halt at Roy's command, "What the hell?" He asked, rubbing his leg a little. He stood still, waiting for an answer, but instead got another command. [Already did dumbass.] He thought to himself. He shifted his torso abit, adjusting the strap on his sword harness.

Then a rumbling, MOVE!! Igneus' bold thought patterns rumbled in as the black dragon lept from his perch to take flight. Tristan did the same, kicking off as hard as humanely, or more acurately, vampiricly possible. He soared a good fifteen feet into the air before sustaining himself with several elements and his chakra in levitation.

"What the fuck is that!?" He called to Roy, staring at the form emerging from the dirt, it revealed itsself to be a human woman...or humanoid at the very least. Igneus joined Tristan in the air, still in his smaller form, only to grow larger when Tristan's energies ran low of his flight ability.

[Roy Atenwood]

It's a giant worm, what else?

Roy had projected his thoughts toward Knight, intead of yelling. That would be a waste of energy. Using his newly discovered Second Sight had drained him slightly, so he tried to conserve his energy as best he could.

Stay up there as long as possible, or help me take care of it. Gimme a minute to find out how.

"Miss, does this...THING...belong to you?"

"Yes, no, oh....oh god KILL IT!"

"Right."

I think it's a Slagworm.......but only a pup. It's only around 30 feet long.....much to short to be full grown. Any ideas?

[Tristan Knightrhode]

He thought to the touch of Roy's mind. [Ch...this is a pup...god damn.] Tristan continued, guarding his inner most thoughts from the boy. Doing his best to conserve energy, he clapped his hands together again and the blade's retracted with a bit of blue lightning. "Just great...Don't even know how to kill it." He said, half to himself, half to Roy.

He stared at the writhing hunk of silvery shit protruding from the training ground and thought about what to do, careful to hide those thoughts from Roy. The hunter didn't want to show his Crusnik form, despite how powerful it was. [Well...Here goes.] He thought, allowing the mental words to drift to the boy still on the ground. The girl had run over to him in effort to get away from the worm. The hunter drew his brilliant blade, the diamond in the titanium weapon glinted magnificently in the sunlight. "Ikuzo!" He shouted the blade erupting in an awesome flame.

He flung himself downward with an intense burst of his flight ability. Tristan let out a deep voiced yell on the way down, soaring at over forty miles an hour, that stopped at impact. The flames sparked on the hard metal hide as the blade slowly but surely pressed its way down into the solid metal. The giant beast made a horrid roaring noise as the near white hot flames of the blade began to sear flesh just under the armoring.

It haunched back, hard and fast. Tristan was sent flying with a small grunt as his blade was yanked from the metallic hide. The flame on the blade stayed lit as the sword was dragged through the ground, bringing Tristan to a stop and lighting up the grass along the skidding path. "Well I hurt it...Now what?"

[Roy Atenwood]

Would you kill me if I said I don't know?

"Miss, get behind me!"

"Right."

With a nod, the young woman stepped behind the already battered warrior. He used a telekenisis spell to retrieve his staff and dagger, and an idea struck him.

Go for the eyes!

Roy would have bolted at it, but he was busy deflecting the fireballs hte thing had decided to throw his way. Dodging would have been simpler, but he needed to protect the girl.