Let's go (Tas)

[Tristan Knightrhode]

OOC: She gave me permission to god her where I do. You'll see what I mean. Also, the beginning here, takes place on the same day as "Time to Train."

~The previous day, Roughly 7 AM~

Tristan had just dropped Tas off at the medical wing and was now sitting on Igneus' back, thinking. The element dragon had forgone teleportation in favor of a slow flight, looking high above the Training Grounds. As they soared over the forest leading to the area where the mage and his new 'student' had just fought. It was more an annihilation on the girl’s part, but there were also some lessons that were learned.

They were headed almost due south, south south southeast if you wanted to be closer on the heading. The morning sun had fully risen over the horizon to the east, consequently the soaring pairs left, and was casting a harsh shadow across the right side of the hunters face. In the morning glory, the enormous outcroppings of forged rock could be seen glistening in hues of slight variations of a reddish brown. Tristan's massive power reserves had outdone themselves in creating the monstrosity, such that it tore through the river and woods.

Seeing the vast rocky precipices, Tristan's mind began racing. Quickly, he was formulating a new spell. It wasn't an elemental spell, but it was still a spell. Technically, one could call him a Ninja, right? After all he was a master of Ninjutsu and Ninpo, the arts of the supposed Japanese warriors. Why not act like one? Well, to a degree any ways. One of the many many myths, or rather legends as magic may have assisted them, was that Ninja could walk on walls and across water. Tristan wasn't about to take on the water idea, but why not walls?

The logistic thought on how such a myth/legend was started, was to look back on tools that Ninja used. One such tool, or set of tools, were scaling spikes. They were sets of steel spikes, forged onto a plate, and fastened to the hands and feet. With such tools, one could easily claw ones way up a tree, giving off the illusion that they were climbing walls. One might even think that they simply used knives to clamber their way up a softer surface. Where myth comes into play is the thought that they could stand freely, hanging off the wall and ceiling as if they were standing on the ground.

Surely impossible, right? Wrong. As a mage, ones mana could do incredible things. Perhaps Japanese mages, or even demons, found ways of linking themselves to surfaces with mana to literally and quite truly walk on walls. "Why the hell didn't I think of this before?" Tristan said to himself, the only answer was a growling grunt from his partner that was the equivalent of a verbal shrug. "Hurry it up a bit." Tristan said, adjusting himself on his partner’s scaly back as his mind raced through its own quandaries of just how to pull this off.

The dragon finally perched its thirteen foot long self on one of the many rock ridges, which seem to threaten caving under the multi-ton load. Tristan launched himself off his partners back and soared down with inhuman ability to the ground a couple of hundred feet below. He landed with a roll right next to his blade, coat, and rifle. "Heh...left these here." But he didn't bother picking them up, they'd only get in the way of the hunters training.

~Current day, 5:31 AM~

The hunter’s eyes sprung open, stretching their limits before creaking back to normal proportions. In an instant, the man was up, his nigh inhuman speed and power flinging him onto his feet. Contrary to popular belief, Tristan did not sleep in his gear, and was simply in black trunks and a black tee shirt. He really likes black, doesn't he? Like a little kid on Christmas morning, Tristan bolted into the bathroom and underwent his morning routine. A blazing hot shower to begin practically power blasted off any dirt or filth one might have accumulated over the previous day and night.

Stepping out of the shower, surprisingly dry, yet steaming, Tristan pulled a towel off of the rack next to the sliding door of the shower and wrapped it around his waist. Any water that had been on his body had quickly evaporated. A benefit of having fire as a natural born element was that you could scold your body with near boiling water and be totally unharmed, then not have to worry about drying off since the water dried itself in the cool surrounding air in seconds. The man next strolled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Magic had made the dorm rooms able to seem extraordinarily small from the outside, the doors being insanely close for them to contain living spaces, and yet the dorm itself was quite spacious, a decent sized apartment.

Opening the fridge the man dug out a rather large amount of food. Even for a man his size and stature, it was a bit much, especially when you considered how much Tristan really ate if you knew him. He'd grabbed several fruits, the gallon jug of milk, eggs, and the package of smoked bacon. Using the simplest of fire spells, Tristan ignited his stove after turning on the gas. The gas in these things was really a mystery. Doubtless, the academy didn't use fossil fuels, let alone for things such as this. Perhaps the geomancers and alchemists had come up with some rather primitive yet ingenious fuel source that they could 'magic-up' on a whim. Tristan cracked four eggs over the large cooking utensil.

Only thing was...it wasn't a frying pan. Then what the hell was it? After all it looked like an oversized metal bowl. And that's exactly what it was. It was a huge metal bowl with handles on either side, and it rested on a rather large metal ring that kept it a little under an inch or so away from the flames. This thing was known as a Wok. Traditionally a Chinese and Korean cooking device, but that didn't really matter. The eggs sat unbroken and sizzling in the bottom of the pan. Over easy was the sort of eggs Tristan was making. A minute or so later, a flick of the wrist had the wok in the air and back on the stove, with the eggs twirling above, the yokes holding by their own surface tension and gravity.

They plopped back down into the pan, this time sunny side down, and continued to sizzle. Tristan, half naked, then walked away from the stove, pressing a button on the wall, then another. The curtains on the window pulled back and music came on from speakers built right into the wall. An american band known as 'Three Days Grace' came through the MP4 player that was in Tristan's wall. The song was called 'Let you down'. Tristan liked this kind of music, to a degree, and enjoyed listening to it a bit when ever he was in his dorm.

Walking over to the kitchen table then, the hunters black eyes quickly scanned over the things he'd laid down. He scooped up an apple, a plum, and the bacon. Taking a huge chunk out of the apple, Tristan set down the fruits and opened the package of meat, sliding out an even half dozen strips. After putting the package down, Tristan reached into a cabinet and pulled out a large plate. "...I will...Let you down, I'll...Let you down, I'll. Wait till you finally trust me, finally believe in me...." He sang dully along with the music coming out of various spots along the walls of his kitchen.

With a clatter, the plate was set down on the counter and that same hand shot over to the wok. A similar flicking motion as before had the eggs on the plate, steaming much the way Tristan himself had been minutes before. The bacon was separated and slid into the pan. The sizzling crackles of the meat sounded out, beginning to drown out the music. Tristan, with the hand that had handled the plate, pressed a button on the wall panel and the music volume increased. Good thing the magic of the rooms also insulated the walls, huh?

Foregoing washing his hands, Tristan simply blew out small but intense flames to scorch off the filth of the near raw meat. "I see you’re up." Tristan called out, feeling the air pressure change and hearing the beat of leathery wings. Not like I had much choice. Igneus called back, plopping himself down onto the table and stealing a small tangerine and beginning to devour it. Despite being a dragon, Igneus was somewhat of an omnivore. While he didn't particularly like eating any thing other than meat, if nothing els was available, he'd chow down on what ever was there.

With Igneus there, Tristan remembered something that he hadn't gotten before. Bread. Sure there was getting a big ol' hunk of cow meat for Igneus, but Tristan needed toast as well. That training he put himself through the previous day must have been intense for him to be eating this much, when normally he might just pull out some jerky and grab some blood at one of the blood banks that vampires go to for their daily supply. The man wrenched the fridge back open and pulled out a bag of 'Hard rye bread' what was hard about it, he didn't know, but it made good toast. He also took out a plate that had some raw steaks on it.

Tossing the bread onto the table, Tristan unwrapped the plate, which was covered in the equivalent of ceran wrap. Taking up a steak, Tristan put it a ways in front of his face and let out a high intensity flame that easily roasted the chunk of meat to a golden crisp. Not too much, now. Igneus responded as Tristan's flames seceded. "Yes, oh Sahib." He commented sarcastically, bowing in an exaggerate fashion before hurling the cooked steak onto toward his partner, who grabbed it in his mouth and instantly began munching, even before the rest of it hit the table.

Tristan cooked his hand the same way he'd done for the grime from the bacon, then wrapped the steaks back up and put them back in the fridge. Those steaks were specifically for Igneus' meals. Just a slightly unordinary routine for a slightly unordinary morning.

Skipping the rest of breakfast and the clean up, Tristan returned to the bathroom and grabbed up some odd new toothbrush he'd bought. Putting some good old crest on the brush, he put it to his teeth. In an instant the thing took on a life of its own and Tristan pulled his hand away. The brush went around the hunter’s mouth, veritably moving faster than Tristan could, even under the influence of his Chakra. In naught but a few seconds time, the brush shut off and fell into the sink, leaving Tristan's teeth sparkling clean. "Well that was odd...." He shrugged, washing off the brush and returning it to its place in the mirror/medicine cabinet thing. Rinsing, Tristan splashed some water on his face and hair, then simply dabbed himself dry with the hand towel near the sink.

Loosing the towel now, Tristan went to his dresser, pulling out a new pair of draws, socks and T-shirt. Give you three guesses as to what color they all were. He dressed himself then went to the clothing closet, where the gear that he wore every day was washed and or dry cleaned every time he put them inside it. The music was now pumping through the entire house and the song that was playing was 'Bat Country' by 'Avenged Seven Fold' or 'A7X' as some people liked it. A manikin was sitting dead center of the decent sized closet and Tristan pulled his pants from the dummy which simply hovered in place by way of magic.

He quickly donned them and moved onto his boots. Not so simple combat boots. Not so simple because they too were black dragon hide. Tristan laced those up with ease, adjusting himself in his footing to make himself comfortable in the boots before moving on to his enchanted vest. He strapped it on nice and tight, then opened the holsters that held his guns and spare clips hostage. Eight sounds rang out as the velcro pulled apart. Tristan walked out of the closet then and into the rest of the living room where his weapons were located.

Pressing a set of buttons on a brushed steel dresser looking structure, Seven trays slid up from the surface of the apparent weapons store house. Tristan pulled his twin hand guns from their respective trays, pushing on the panel of each once it was emptied to close it. He laid Ebony and Ivory down and pulled two clips from the longest tray of the bunch. He clicked in one clip per gun, then cocked both, clicked on the safeties, and spun them into their respective holsters, closing the holster behind it. The rest of the .45 clips exited that tray and found their spots along the sides and back of Tristan's vest, the velcro strap closing around them as well.

The remaining trays held Tristan's fifle, the longest tray, and his gauntlets. A dull blue light shone out of the slot where the trays normally were. Tristan returned to the closet, which was still open, and pulled his coat off the manikin. Sliding his arms into the slots, he fastened it closed around his torso and took up his other holsters, the one for his blade, and the one for his rifle. Stopping as he picked up the one for his rifle, he thought for a moment. He then put it back and walked out of the closet, closing the door behind him.

The man returned to the brushed steel dresser and pushed closed the magazine slot as well as the rifle slot. Last two were his gauntlets. The chilly metal touched his skin before Tristan slid his hand into the metal apendage. The other one slipped on and Tristan made fists with both hands before opening both wide. Both hands flew into his coat and whipped out the hand guns in a lightning quick motion. Tristan did a little gun slinging before returning the guns to their holsters and closing the two remaining slots.

Tristan strode over, then, to his bedroom where, above his bed on the wall, was mounted his Commander of Attack, Shireiutz. The blade was quickly swung into the single strap scabbard, careful of the ceiling. Tristan reached over to the wall and shut off the music. Did he have one of those panels in ever room? Yes...why? Igneus flew into the bedroom and found his perch on Tristan's shoulder, sitting like a statue. "Alright now...More training."

~The Training Grounds, 6:28 AM~

[She's late....] Tristan thought to himself. He'd told her same time, same place, and she was almost a half hour late. Course who would recognize this area after yesterday. After all, Tristan had left it with mountains of soil, rock, and other more lively stuff. Now, there were no mountains, no jagged rocks to be seen from miles away. The magics of the training ground had erased all evidence of the ass kickery that had ensued the previous day.

Another few minutes and Tristan headed out on Igneus' back, the dragon going into his medium form. They zoomed along at high speeds, Tristan looking like a dragon rider from so many stories, simply standing on the flying beasts back, his sword and coat blowing in the strong wind. Soon they passed the main gate of the Training Ground and were soaring toward the dorms. I can feel her, it's faint. When we get close I can pinpoint her dorm. Tristan just nodded to himself and went with the flight.

Moments later they came to a halt over one of the dorm buildings. "Take us down." And Igneus circled down, stopping eventually with Igneus' nose pointed right at a window. [Breaking and entering...Love it.] The hunter walked over his partners back and neck and through the window after undoing the lock. He slid the window open quietly, and slipped into the dorm. Not bothering to look around, he felt for an energy signature and found Tas' bedroom. Deciding to use his newest ability to cause her to have a coronary, Tristan went up on the wall so that his face was directly above hers.

Then, in a tone alot louder than what one might wake someone with, let alone when your face was not more than a foot from theirs, "Hey, lazy ass, your late. Let's go."

[Aiyon]

Perhaps to Tristan's disappointment Tas did not suffer a coronary from his little stunt. In fact she reacted quite predictably. "AAAAAH!" she yelled as his own raised voice startled her awake. The sight of a face so close at hand spurs her to do more than just bolt upright... she scrambles rapidly to get away from him, her sleep-clouded brain not stopping to realise who it was.
This move showed an unusual amount of speed from her, nearly as much as she achieved with magical assistance the day before. Shame she went and spoiled it by getting tangled in the sheets, then falling off the side of the bed onto the thinly carpeted stone floor of her room. One hand whips free of the tangle and points at tristan, her Runes spell appearing around it. But Tas hesitates before inserting a command rune, having finally caught a good long look at his face.
Her shocked suprise is quickly replaced by a stormy expression, hinting at growing displeasure. A control rune appears in her outstretched hand, but apart from that she is just glaring coldly at him, the urgency of escape no longer driving her.
"Goddamit Tristan! What the hell are you doing here?!?" she snarls, practically biting off each word. Unfortunately, as many people know, it is very hard to look dangerous when sitting on the floor tangled up in a bedcover.

What a way to start the morning.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Needless to say, Tristan's eyebrow creeped up to the breaking point in that same old expression as Tas scrambled from her bed. [God I'm evil.] He thought to himself, containing the insane urge to bust out laughing. Though he'd probably fall from the wall if he did that, and that wasn't going to be pleasant. The man simply stared at her until she finally calmed down...well...to a degree, and demanded his business.

For the briefest moment, he wanted to just blurt out, 'Just being a pervy old man...why?' but him being who he was would likely never say that no matter how great the urge, even if he was already cackling like a damn hyena on the floor. So in his A-Typical fervor and deep voice, "I already told you....Your late, come on." Now he was acting more like a teacher. Albeit, one of those really iritating teachers that comes to your house if you don't show up...but a teacher.

Maybe he should go for the student teacher exams.

....Nah.

In any case, Tristan just stood there, his mana holding him to the wall, his hair hanging down past his face. Gravity was annoying.

[Aiyon]

Tas blinks a few times, her ire not reduced by the suggestion that she was in the wrong here. "Late? What the hell for?" she snapped, flicking a glance at the window, wondering where the little dragon was. The her eyes widen slightly as she spots the angle of the sun. It was barely risen over the acadamey. Her glare snaps back to him again. "I doubt people are even up yet, and you say i'm late? Blast you Tristan, why'd you want to train so early?" she asks heatedly, the rune in her hand flaring up a bit as she did.

It looked as if she was about to attack him in her own room, she was certainly ticked off enough to do so. Then unexpectedly the hand snaps shut, the magical energy vanishing as the hand shakes. Not in fear, but in anger. It was not a lack of willingness on her part, but rather, she'd just been struck by an uncomfortable thought. Amid the tangle of her light covers she was only wearing thin nightclothes... and there was a man on her wall getting a good look at her profile. With quick angry motions she mostly untangles herself and then sits glaring icily at him, her yellow eyes glinting coldly. "At least show a little maturity and wait in the other room, you sick perv!" she snarls, drawing her bedcovers up around herself. "No WAY am i getting dressed with you hanging there! So get lost!"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Ahh...The iritation of others...how entertaining. "The earlier you start, the longer you have. To both train and recover." Simple and true. Granted, a hunter got up at dawn to stalk his quary and or catch it in a potential time of weakness when the sun would be blinding, but what he said was indeed the reason. Then when she made the comment about him being a pervert, he wanted to grin so bad. Instead, he shrugged and disconnected himself from the wall, twisting his body slightly to land lightly on his feet.

"Like you've got any thing I want to see." ...Now he was just messing with her. He walked out of the room as he normally would, not a thing affecting his outward demenor, though he was enjoying this beyond reason on the inside. "Take five." He said in a normal volume to his partner when he got to the window he'd come through, which was still wide open. Igneus had been chuckling to himself as his supreme hearing caught the conversation through the doors.

The walls of the dorms were isolated, yes, but Tristan hadn't exactly closed any of the doors on his way in to piss Tas off.

Leaning against the wall next to the window with his arms crossed, Tristan resisted the grin that was trying to force its way onto his face. The whole situation was hysterical to him, and though to Tas, it was doubtless a nightmare and a half. The whole 'Ninja' thing with the sneaking around, more or less, and the hanging on the walls like it was nothing got Tristan all sorts of giddy, but he still didn't show it, which was a miracle in and of itself.

Now all that was left was to wait for Tas...then go kick her ass...again.

Then do it again the next day.

And the next day.

And the day after that.

Truth be told, when Tas accepted Tristan 'teaching' her, she had just signed herself up for a world of hurt and aggrivation. And like it or not, she was stuck with it. Especially with these new spells he kept coming up with. Next thing you know Tristan will be teleporting all over the island.

[Aiyon]

Tas gapes at him speechlessly as he leaves, momentarily stunned. Then as he leaves the room she rises, leaving the sheet on the floor as she strides to the door. She realises that if he looked back he'd get a nice view from that, so she slams the door shut with a lot of force. With that done she turns away, now snarling a string of curses to herself as she restores the bed to something remotely like order and starts getting changed.
She doesn't actually stop cursing, even though she was repeating herself a lot, until she catches a glimps of herself in a mirror on the draws infront of her. She hadn't got very far, only wearing underwear and a white t-shirt, but her eyes narrow at the mirror as Tristan's cutting remark is repeated in her head. Almost of its own accord one hand traces a hip and then gently cups a breast. The pose is maintained for a few moments as she glares sourly at the mirror, her irritation building as her other hand balls into a fist, the knuckles turning white from the pressure.
In a sudden fit of piqe she snatches up the small mirror and hurls it against the wall, shattering it. It doesn't help in the slightest."TRISTAN YOU SMUG B****RD!" she roars, before belatedly remembering that he'd left a number of doors open. The yelling as much as the realisation finally puts a lid of sorts on her temper, calming her a little. Still muttering under her breath she sticks one leg firmly into some fresh jeans and continues to dress herself.

After a short while, with no more violent outbursts, Tas emerges from her room and shuts the door firmly behind her. In the time since her yell she'd added a lightweight jacket, pale blue like the jeans, the slightly cracked chargebox that she had yet to fix her gun in its holster on her right hip. The casing of the weapon showed some cracking, but it was useable. Her long hair was mostly hanging unbound behind her.
She strides about this room with angry energy, picking up a snack here, throwing the wrapping in a bin, finding a stray boot before she could pull them on (the battered steel toe-capped ones from the day before) and general quick preparations for a day. Through all this she was ominously silent, not even looking in Tristan's direction. After a few minutes she picks up a thin bobble and starts brushing her hair back with her hands, working it through into its usual long ponytail.
"How nice of you to close the doors." she remarks scathingly, finally breaking her silence, though still making a point of not looking at him as she finishes with her hair. Once it is done she is out of excuses and comes to join him at the window, her expression extremely sour indeed. She'd shut any other open doors he'd left behind him as she'd wandered around. "Since this soooo important lets get to it." she adds sarcastically, obviously in an extremely foul mood. As if Tristan and Igneus hadn't picked up on that already.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan heard the booming yell, even through the walls, and finally broke his defenses. His mouth spread ear to ear in a large grin and he chuckled voicelessly. Question now was to tell her if he was just screwing with her or not. Truth be told she was an attractive girl...but she was also half Tristan's age so he still wasn't looking. He forced his elation back into hiding when she stormed out of the room. You evil, twisted bastard. Igneus communicated over the link, with an obvious tone of enjoyment. [Damn right.] Still forcing back that grin for the second time.

When she finally finished her routine, Tristan rolled his spine away from the wall and stood of his own accord. "Ladies first." Tristan said, putting the slightest emphasis on 'ladies' to mess with her further. He bowed slightly, indicating the window with his armored hands. Igneus' large head would be easily seen bobbing out the window. If she hesitated what so ever at the window, Tristan would grab her jeans at the belt line, and hurl her tiny body through the window to perfectly land on Igneus' head.

The hunter would follow, only jumping well past his partners head and onto the middle of the back. The flight of the medium sized dragon faltered slightly, Easy with those landings...This medium form isn't as powerful as full size. Tristan gave the equivalent of a mental 'yeah yeah', and turned toward Tas, who would likely be a little more than shocked about the whole situation. After all she'd only been in Tristan's arms while on Igneus, and the dragon had only been teleporting. Flight on dragon back was sure to be new to her.

"Ready?" And not giving the chance to answer, Igneus would begin to ascend and turn. The two of them weren't going to give her the pleasure of a short trip...oh no. They were going to have a very shaky flight all the way to the battle site. Hell if she wanted to, the two of them could fight on Igneus' back. That would sure be a sight. A dangerous one, but a sight.

[Aiyon]

Something that could have been a manacing growl came from her throat as she she glares at him, barely giving the head though the window a glance. "Oh, so now i'm... hey!"
Tas couldn't continue past that as she'd just gone through the window sprawls onto the dragon's head. Suddenly extremely uncomfortable with the state of her world she fumbles rapidly for something to hang onto, eventually managing to get a grip on his neck as Tristan lands, drawing a suprised squeak from her.

Tas clung tight as the dragon soared before reluctantly loosening her grip to look around. Then her eyes rivet on Tristan again, in a decidedly hostile fashion. "Very funny!" is her caustic remark. "I'm starting to feel like this is deliberate... it had better not be!"

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan navigated his partners back, avoiding the spikes along the spine. Bending down, Tristan grabbed Tas by her arm and hoisted her up to her feet. "And if it is?" He said in a menacing tone, holding the arm tightly. [Faster.] He called to his partner, and the dragon sped up, the wind of the jet stream surrounding the beast was enough to hurl most people off, let alone blow hair and clothing around with ease.

They quickly cleared the dorm area and were zooming at speeds to exceed most countries limit. Instilling some fear at a random interval, Tristan would lightly tap Tas' back. Of course a tap from this big bastard was a shove to someone as small and light as Tas, so she'd likely stumble and cling onto something for stability. If that something was Tristan, the hunter would finally expose his elation at her expense and bust out laughing.

Soon enough they would be coming upon the forrest that indicated that they were almost at their twice over battle site.

OOC: crappy >.>;;;

[Aiyon]

Sorry... was a bit rushed.

Since this was her first time flying on the back of a dragon Tas was understandably nervous when Tristan grabbed her, pulling her upright. For a moment she was tempted to resist him, since she really hated his guts right now, though the fact he was pysically much stronger did not cater well to such thoughts. "Then i'll get you back." Is her solemn promise, delivered in a low growl. "I will get you back for it." The angry spark in her eyes verifies this claim. It may have been bravado, as he was much stronger than her, but she would try her best. So focused in the moment is she that it takes a moment to realise that they've sped up, but when she does her gaze looks a little nervously at the receding acadamy and the ground far, far below. The way her hair whips in the wind is just ignored, as there is nothing she can do about it.

It is not long after that until Tristan starts messing with her again. His first 'tap', if it could be called that, makes her lean unsteadly towards the edge of the dragon. This progress is halted as she manages to grab one of Igneus' spikes and haul herself upright, shooting Tristan a filthy look. "Oh come on! What was that for?" she complains, irritation warring with suprise at nearly falling. Then he does it again and she is forced to lurch for the nearest, largest support on hand rather than go flying... which, unfortunately, is him.
The urgency that had propelled her to latch onto him wanes in a matter of seconds as she realises she is hugging him tightly. And he is laughing about it... laughing loudly. Colour rises in her face (which is pressed against his chest) as she becomes both embarassed and infuriated, the odd mix leaving a very bitter taste in her mouth. With an abrupt jerk she pushes away from him and stumbles back a few paces along Igneus' neck, then crouches, hugging two of the spikes to keep herself stable. "YOU BASTARD! QUIT LAUGHING, DAMMIT!" she yells, feeling humiliated and realising he was enjoying that. This did not bode well, doubtless he'd keep doing things like this just to get a rise out of her. The mere thought of it causes her anger to swell again as she grates her teeth, not looking gladly on this future.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The hunters laughing subsides quickly enough, leaving him with a grin and a slightly aching diaphragm. When he sees her holding onto his partners spikes like that, however, his tone returns to all seriousness and he comments, "Don't hold on to those too tightly, they can be as sharp as his fangs." Being that they were shaped more like a sharks tooth than a dragons fang, Tas' positioning would be far from pleasant if there was any turbulence.

"Almost there." Igneus calls out aloud as they zoom over the forrest. Momentarily, Tristan's mind thinks of another diabolical thing to do to the poor girl. [She can fly right?] When Igneus gives a semi-sure affirmative, then corrects himself with a sure one, [Toss her off. Fly over the river and roll. Quick and hard.]

You evil son of a bitch. Igneus projects before heading in the direction of the flowing body of water. Tristan's magic kicks in again and his feet are secured to Igneus' hide. In moments, they are running parrallel to, and over the river. Tristan holds onto his sword, as it would fall out other wise, and his partner works his torment.

Making a lightning quick death roll, Igneus spins himself around once in a motion that would have Tas fall straight down into the river. If she failed to invoke her flight ability, she'd simply fall a good hundred feet down into the water. The impact would probably kill a normal human, but knowing Tas she'd have a reactionary defense spell to save herself. Tristan then disengaged his magic and dove off his partner, using vampiric ability to land harmlessly near the river bank, just out of range of retaliation. Or at least far enough away to evade.

[Aiyon]

Tas only narrows her eyes slightly at his suggestion. She'd already felt one of the sharp edges on the spikes and was being careful to avoid injury... she wouldn't deign to respond to his sudden concern though.

It was just as well that she'd not been tempted to fogive him thanks to the momentary concern, because, quite suddenly she is tipped off the dragon in mid-air over a river. "Youch!" she cries, both in suprise and pain as one of the spikes cuts into her arm as she slips off. Tumbling through the air she couldn't help noticing that Tristan hadn't fallen also, which evokes a rather loud curse at her tormentor before she realises she'd better do something about her landing. And fast, since she has used up much of the distance involved.

At once she triggers two spells. Runes wraps around her right arm with a 'drift' rune commanding it, which slows her downward plunge enough for the other spell to activate. A few seconds later the ring of her shift spell clears, leaving her in her armoured form barely moments from impact. And with so little time left, impact she does... causing large splash of muddy water to erupt around her as she punches through the water to the riverbed.

Only once the splash has settled down does she slowly rise from the water, looking a bit like a statue rising from the depths until she finally floats clear above the surface. Apart from a few streaks of mud on some of the plating she seems unharmed by the rough landing, her glowing eye staring at Tristan on the riverbank. "... fuck you." she growls, sounding very annoyed. There was no doubt in her mind that he was loving this.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan cracked up, mostly to himself, only to bust out laughing again when she voices her tinny words. His composure is soon returned though, for now they are going to fight...for the third time in a row. At this point, she likely hadn't fought any one other than Tristan, and Tristan had indeed not fought any one but her these past three days. His face contorting back to its usual blankness, and his voice becoming eerily cold again. "In all serious, Tas. This time...I'm not holding back. Yesterday I used almost all of my energy in a single all out attack that more or less totally drained me.

"And it was an AOE attack. Area Of Effect. All of my power was spread out over an insanely vast area, not consentrated on you. Today, it is." His body sank into a stance as the air began distorting around his body. About to invoke two Chakra spells, Tristan's mana was fluctuating all over the place. The ground wasn't splitting like it had done with that fully powered earth slash, but the air was still heavy with the feeling of mana. "Now. It's time to attack you with absolutely every thing I have. I can only hope you can avoid this." The fluxing energy stopped with a burst that eminated away from the hunter and the mans speed and strength doubled.

In an instant he was upon Tas, all that was left where he'd just been standing were two deep gauges in the soft soil. A massively powerful blur of titanium flew right into the chest plate of Tas' armor form. It was fully powered and fully propelled As stated in the previous day's lesson, speed amplified power, and Tristan was, right now, moving at blinding speeds. Tristan himself was sent back before his third spell activated, and his flight added the further ability to use his speed to practically teleport where ever it was he needed to go. In an instant and another titanium blur would fly into Tas' back with devistating force, cancelling and reversing the previous momentum.

[Aiyon]

"Yes, i *do* know what AOE is, dummy." Tas responds angrily. "Most of my spells use it, remember?" Then she hesitates, and with good reason... his announcement that he won't hold back has her worried. Unfortunately this hesitation prevents her from reacting as Tristan starts his move.

A loud crash echoes over the river as her chest plating buckles inward under the force of his strike, its mountes shrieking under the load. But while the plate is now severely warped from its original corved shape, the blow actually failed to fracture or loosen it from her... the curved shape had better withstood the impact, and Tas had been working on bettering her ability to take damage as well. But still, it hurt like hell as her entire body felt the impact and she was catapulted backward like her bulk was a mere feather in the wind.

The second strike from behind was decidedly worse for her though. Just as powerful and fast as the first, it had the added bonus that she was moving at speed the other way. The plating on her back was also not as suitable as her chest was, they were smaller and flatter, less able to distribute the strike. While only one of them was actually hit, it didn't even bother buckling... the strike drove it inwards, crushing its mounts and actually denting her inner core. The plates around it were undamaged but again the impact set her moving... in the opposite direction, though not as quickly.

Two strikes were more than enough in her pained opinion and she quickly sets off a shockwave to try to force Tristan to back off. Then she does it again... and again. And again. By constantly using the spell she would wear her energy down eventually, but it would make any further hammering from her opponent more difficult to accomplish and less effective. She spins rapidly, trying to get him in her sights as a few new rings appear, her focus spell starting to charge with air and water as its elements.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan was about to charge again when he felt the first shock wave. It wasn't powerful enough to push him back in this current state but moving toward it likely wouldn't work. Instead, he blasted back out of its range, moving around, trying to find an opening. Quickly he decided against finding an opening, "KAMATAICHI!!" He boomed, flinging both of his arms out twice, each. Four high powered blades of wind blasted out and moved in on Tas at speeds matching Tristan's current. They came in from opposite sides in a pair, one leading to deal with the shock wave, the other following to deliver the assault.

Each shock wave slowed the attacks down, but the second one in each pair, which was right behind the first, was unaffected power wise. Momentarily "IGNITE!!" and boom. From front and back...or more so simply opposite sides since the girl was spinning, two large blasts sounded off, pounding into her armorings, those were just the forefront for the follow up of the still fully powered blades to work their magic...no pun intended.

Doubtless at this point, the shock waves would stop, and Tristan would rush back in, making a full blast double hammer fist onto the first avaliable point, likely being the head of the armor. After Tristan got done with Tas, she wouldn't be able to change back into a human until she was repaired, els it would likely kill her. Another teleportation had Tristan on the opposite side of where he'd just struck, delivering an even more powerful kick, as his legs were stronger than his arms.

One final blast of speed would have back ahead of Tas, that is to say infront of the direction she was now heading, "IRAITUNE!!" He let out, his body in a typical martial artists stance after a punch, only instead of a fist, the outstretched hand would be in the shape of a claw. All likely hood had her spell cancelled after that explosion, but if it wasn't it likely would be launched right into the drilling beam of light energy that had just launched from Tristan's hand.