Random Battle: Metal Vs. Thread. (Ethan)

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan walked into the training grounds. Today it was a place close to the icey hills, but not close enough that the ground was snow covered. A slight frost lay across the grass. The hunter, being only an apprentice and relatively new to magic experience wise, had no idea how the founders of the academy and the creators of Babylos got this to work, but then again it didn't really matter.

He walked along looking for a challengee, but didn't find anyone after looking for a couple of minutes. He propped himself up against a large rock that was a little bit taller than he, and waited for some one to show.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

"Hello Stranger" A voice came from above

There, standing on top of the rock, was Ethan Yukimura, looking calmly at the man. His hands were carrying some strings, which looked nearly invisible in this light. Quietly descending off from the rock, the Weaver took a glance at the warrior before he strapped up some more string, readying his energy and body for battle...

"Since it is apparent both of us want a spar, yet neither of us can find a parter, would you mind me as a partner?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan looked up with his arms crossed. His eyes were partially hidden with the glare on his dark sunglasses. He saw his adresser and soon to be opponent. "Not at all." Was his responce to the inquiry. The academy was huge and if you were to fight you'd have to know exactly who your opponent would be and do some serious research to know much of any thing about them so fighting with absolutely no inklink as to what your opponent was capible of was common, and a good way to keep things interesting.

The hunter unfolded his large arms. His gauntlets clinked amongst themselves as his fingers curled into fists then fell to a normal position. Tristan cracked his neck and his familiar and partner, Igneus, flew from his shoulder and onto the rock where the man who was a bit taller than Tristan had just been. He cracked his neck the other way and the currently tiny black dragon settled itsself on its perch. Tristan walked forward, adjusted the shoulder strap of his sword holster, and took a light stance.

"Got a name?" Came the deep voiced question in a tone that wasn't too cold, but none to friendly either.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

"Yukimura Ethan" The man replied calmly in his usual cold and unassuming tone, giving his family name before his own of course. "What is yours my opponent?"

With that, the weaver quietly got some more strings prepared, letting multiple strands fall freely from his hands. His eyes narrowed a bit, as his mind began to search for key weaknesses to which Ethan can exploit. Taking a step back from his opponent to get within appropriate range, the Weaver continued to viciously searched for weaknesses without giving a hint he was doing it, or showing anything else for that matter.

"And if you do not mind, shall we get the spar started after you speak your name?"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan listened to the name. Bestranged for a moment at the name then remembering how things worked where he used to live. The man was asian, or at least raised in an asian country, and had said his last name first. It was only the most fleeting of moments before Tristan realized that small fact and answered. "Tristan Knightrhode." He said simply then shot forward, clapping his hands together.

The backs glowed with the eeire blue light of his alchemy and the transmutation took effect. The backs of the titanium, enchanted gauntlets, grew with the same blue light in the form of small lightning bolts. The fourteen inch blades finished producing themselves and Tristan returned to his stance before coming in close on his opponent. His left hand in a position similar to that of a chambered fist only down by the hip, right hand up guarding as though in a boxing stance. A quick stab out with his left fist would put a gouge in Ethan's shoulder. A simple right hook would follow that, only it was bladed so the hunters reach was extended those fourteen inches.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan nodded his head as he listened to the man's reply, memorizing Tristan Knightrhode in his mind. Suddenly though, as if caught off guard, Tristan rushed toward Ethan, hands out as the man prepared to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Ethan. His eyes widened for a moment as he saw the man come toward his left shoulder, his right hand preparing a series of lighting-like blades for this fight.

He was hit then, the left jab connecting with his shoulder.

The blades didn't gorged in, as Ethan tried to avoid the blows, but his skin reeled in pain as the blades tore away at pieces of his shoulder, the bone still function-able. With that, the next fist came in...but this time Ethan was prepared. Bringing his right hand close to his chest, the Weaver soon spun around a bit, his eyes upon Tristan's blade as he maneuvered around the jab, nimbly avoiding the jagged ends of the blades... With that, Ethan then tried to go inside between both of Tristan's arms, staring rather coldly as he did all of this.

With that, Ethan soon faced Tristan, who should have his right hand extended at this moment. Quickly he extended his own right hand, his fingers pointing at Tristan, as dozens of doused strings came out toward Knightrhode. The strings were all being aimed at their ends, and their objective was to try and pierce as many parts of Tristan as they could. Meanwhile, Ethan was using the force of the Strings he sent at Tristan to back up, trying to gain some distance away from Knightrhode.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan's initial attack had worked better than it usually did. Most people were able to avoid better than that out of fear of injury but this guy was caught. The hunter's second shot missed, expectedly enough. He saw the hand shoot forward as the man moved in. He saw a glimmer of light while pulling back his hand and went to move.

He shot himself to the left, whipping his arm and the rest his body away from the glinting sparkles. The dragonhide sleeve caught slightly on the gimmering substance before Tristan could yank it away. Being that it was dragonhide, it wasn't peirced or torn, but there were tiny indents where the things had tried to dig in.

Tristan whipped his left arm around, following the younger man, and made a swift slash that would put a gash in Ethan's right side, possibly in the ribs themselves. There was a good chance Tristan would have to rely on his magic abilities in this fight, keeping his distance from what he couldn't see.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched as his needles did not penetrate the man's armor, instead creating a few dents in the Dragonhide. Ethan was only able to discover this information in the mere moments he had when the man launched his attack and was attack, able to correctly identify the substance of his gear. However, that would do little good if he did not use this info to his advantage. Unfortunately, Ethan lacked the necessary energy to transform his strings into Dragonhide, or something to which could pierce or leave a scar on the armor...

So he'd have to use something else...

As his opponent came toward Ethan, blade first naturally, The Weaver prepared his swift counter-attack. As the blade came close to him, Ethan soon shot out at least a hundred strings at the swordsman. They were not to kill or stab him, but instead to hold him. These strings would tie themselves around various body parts of Knightrhode, like wrapping themselves around the arm, leg, sword, and so on and so forth. They would then not try to slice up the man in pieces, as these strings were not the correct kind. They were silk strings, perfect for holding things, not for slicing it up. Nor would they try to strangle him, as his neck was left out of the things wrapped....As for the blade coming to him, The Weaver used his strings to hold back the blade.

And just for future references, these Strings are being supported by Ethan's mana, using his energy to maintain this choking hold.

Then, with a bit of razzle dazzle, Ethan would then send an electric current through the strings, shocking the man and hopefully knocking him out for a bit....

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan's hand whipped around and was about to impact when it was stopped dead. "What the?" He said to himself. Straining his eyes, he saw the tiny glint of the strings holding fast to his arm. The hunter, thinking quickly, set forth his magic. Both of his fists ignited into roaring flames that quickly incinerated the threads.

He didn't know what the strings were, but they were flamable. Free handed, Tristan got back to work, this time rushing forward wholly. A quick knee would slam into the mans ribs, followed by quick stabs with flaming blades to the shoulder, chest and back of his opponents right side. If any of those blade attacks landed, the wound it caused would be in even greater pain as the flames would cauterize the cut.

Though it would stop the bleeding before it started, it would ignite the younger mans clothing and cause intense pain. If those attacks didn't work, most likely only possible if the man headed for the hills, then Tristan would leap back, hard and fast to gain some distance to attack from.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

While Ethan's attack did fail, the electricity in the wires were still running. However, he could not think of that as a knee was coming toward his rib cage. The man felt a certain degree of pain as the knee slammed into his body, but doing so allowed Ethan to observe his opponent clearly. With that, Ethan ducked back out of the way of the man's strikes, nimbly dodging the flaming sword as Nightrhode moved back. Now, Ethan supposed, was the time to attack...

Near instantly did Ethan turn his blade to steel, hard to cut and sever. Then, with a bullet's speed, he soon shot out the wires at his opponent, homing them in using his Mana to direct the wire's flow. Upon impact, the wires would leave a electrical charge. Not enough to kill the man, but certainly enough to cause him a good deal of pain. All the while, Ethan was steadily moving back, trying to gain distance on the older man....

"How will you contend with this Knightrhode?" Ethan asked himself silently...

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan's attack worked less than expected, the knee wasn't as effective as he'd hoped and his gauntlets had been dodged. The strings came in as fast as any bullet and impacted the barriers around Tristan's vest. With their number, they pushed the hunter back slightly, but caused no damage.

They had stopped a tiny distance away from the surface of the dragonhide coat, and the hunter decided to try something relatively new in the use department. The orange, red and yellow flames died down to be replaced by a very dark, almost blood red. "Seoligna." Was the simple phrase that leaked out of the hunters mouth as the darker flames showed themselves and began to engulf his entire form. "Heh...This is where things will get interesting." He spoke his next words as the flames finished engulfing his form in a blood red and black aura.

The flames licked over the steel wires and absorbed their energy, both electrical and the mana directly from Ethan. Before the younger man could dispell his ability, Tristans hand shot up and grabbed the wires. He wrapped his armored hand around once in the threads and began to suck more and more energy from them as they were now in direct contact with him. The grass and soil underfoot were beginning to brown around the hunters feet as their very life force was sucked from them.

Tristan then shot forward, pulling and winding the strings toward him and around his fist. If Ethan didn't abandon his strings and get out of there, Tristan would grab hold of his robes at the lapel and line his feet up inbetween his opponents so as to be at the vantage point stance wise. He would hold tight and not worry about any further attacks as he would just be healed momentarily, or suck the energy from the wires which would do no harm to him.

There was a slightly malicious look on Tristan's face from the time he'd said the spell, both of a twisted pleasure at the energy he was receiving and a simple rush of the feeling that his opponent stood no chance unless Tristan's spell ran its timer out before he'd caught Ethan.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched slightly annoyed at how the man just sucked away the energy that Ethan had sent to the man. Make no mistake, when Ethan realized that Tristan had began to suck away his energy like a leech, Ethan quickly cut off his spell. Unlike those untrained mages here, Ethan was refined, and had perfect control over all his spells. However, the electrical charge was still apart of the strings, so if anything Tristan was sucking out only his electricity now, and then eventually, was trying to suck out the life-force of inanimate strings.

Slightly sighing, Ethan soon brought his palm up toward Tristan. At the moment, Tristan would be finished sucking down upon the electricity, realizing there are nothing within these strings anymore. At that point, Ethan activated his Symbology spell. In mere moments, a circle would appear before Tristan's feet and then cause the ground below Tristan's feet would turn to quick sand. The sand would suck him instantly and not let the man go. Meanwhile, Ethan was using the non-magical part of his String-based Martial Arts to keep Tristan tied up within his strings, tied up quite, quite, quite strongly.

As the man sank (Or would sink) due to his quick sand spell and then be tied together via wires, Ethan then made another symbology circle appear below Tristan's feet. Suddenly, huge black arms popped from the ground, trying to grasp themselves around Tristan and attempt to squeeze the man unconscious as strings continued to try to hold him down and the quick sand slowly began to gobble up the warrior.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan shot forward but was stopped by the sand. "Shit!" He yelled, then dug into multiple elements to take flight. Tristan began to soar straight up, and managed to get a couple of meters above the sand before seemingly alchemic arms shot up to grab him. Ethan hadn't the time to get his strings around the hunter fortunately enough, but he had caught him with these arm things.

They tightened around him as the seoligna tried to absorb their energy. A few moments later, Tristan began to wince in pain. Another few seconds and he was yelling from agony. It wasn't from the pressure of the arms, that he could take well enough for a while. This pain was from the inside, he was absorbing too much energy. He'd over looked that side effect in the seol book, and was now paying for it. Reacting on instinct, Tristan's mouth errupted in flame.

His head then angled down and shot a massive stream of fire directly at his opponent. It wasn't enough and the hunters hands to errupted in flame. What little string he managed to wrap around his hand would be heated up and that heat would permiate down to the mans hands, searing the skin in likelyhood. Still the pain persisted, though the energy in the arms was being drained away and the pressure there would be lessened.

Tristan dug deeper into his magic to burn off the excess, increasing the intensity of the heat of the flames as much as possible, raising them to a blue-white color with yellow and orange around the edges. Whether or not any thing of the flames hit his opponent didn't matter, what did was burning off the extra energy before he passed out from pain, though there was a good chance of Ethan getting roasted at some point in the onslaught.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan felt a sharp pain as his wires started to heat up, causing his hands to burn a bit. Before him, he saw how his attack was avoided, and how his opponent took to the skies. However, what the man also did was start to burst out due to the extreme absorbsion of energy, in pain by the look on his face. Regardless, The Weaver prudently started another spell, one to counter the heat that travelled down his strings. Quickly giving all his strings the fire/heat resistant property, Ethan could only watch in silent awe as Tristan began to go something amazing

As Ethan continued to study the man, it became apparent that the mage was about to do something. Ethan could sense the magic coming from within the man, just as any mage could do, and quickly began a counter. As the flames shot out, they instead came toward a wall of strings, fire resistent strings at that, that Ethan set up via dousing. Breathing heavily, Ethan could feel his energy drain as he maintained this shield, blood starting to stain upon his lovely robes.

As the flames ended, Ethan soon took out another douse of strings, his old ones burnt or worn away and needed to be repaired. Quickly the strings stretched and manifested themselves around Ethan, ready to go again if need be. Already the man was bloody and tired, but he was not about to give up on his fight.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The hunter managed to burn off most of the excess and had stopped yelling in pain, though there was still a little more that was causing him pain. The seoligna was going to wear off soon, and Tristan was determined to use every bit of Ethan's energy to his advantage. He, within his own energy storehouse, found a way to partially feed the energy directly from the arms to his flames.

He was still burning the extra from his core but was fueling his magic in part by Ethan. The arms were steadily weakening and Tristan pushed out his body hard, aiming his flaming breath down to the front of his body. He scorched the arms as best he could and pushed against them. After a few moments they gave, just as Tristan's spirit spell was wearing off.

The aura faded, and Tristan's hands extinguished. He sustained flight and flew past the sand, determining to finish this quickly. He was still in pain from the energy, but it was being used up as time went on. He flew straight at his opponent and made vicious slashes at his shield of strings, those on the surface would be hacked away, but the hunter couldn't tell how thick it was. Once his flight spell wore off, the extra energy would be gone and Tristan could fight as normal with naught but physical fatigue from the pain itsself.