Let's go (Tas)

[Aiyon]

Tas is really unable to do much to ward off the incoming magic, as it homes in from different directions. Then she remembers and smiles to herself inside... he'd used something like this before. Explosions. Yeah, ok... she pauses from casting her shockwaves after Tristan's spell gets through one and mentally grits her teeth. The explosions come as expected and shake her in place. Then the next pair of blasts hit, striking harder than the first and forcing some creaking from her plating. Other than leaving her rattled this pair shakes a few mangled pieces of metal out of the hole in her back, which distracts her momentarily.

Unfortunately in not continuing to cast shockwaves she'd left herself wide open to Tristan's follow-up, as is proved by the plating above her eye suddenly being hammered inwards, nearly forcing her into the river below. "Ouch!" she cries, and starts to dazedly look around until she gets hit again from another direction. Her side plating bends under this impact and if her cannon hadn't been useless before it was now. There is a large spash as the fractured ammo box falls into the water. He was really laying into her.

'Iraitune!' she hears him yell from behind her and she starts to turn. The rings of her focus spell, which hadn't vanished but were wobbling and looking a little unstable, snap around to line up on Tristan along the line of his own spell. "StormSurge!" she yells back as the spell fires, summoning a torrential jet of water that hurtles at Tristan at speeds approaching supersonic.
The energy he had launched at her is promptly engulfed by the much larger Focus spell (though not actually affected by it) as the water bears down on the hunter. Tas doesn't know what happens next as Tristan's own spell gets through, slamming into her right shoulder to busily claw large chunks out of the plating. In fact it takes barely a second to chew through the plating and into her core behind it, the weakness against magic that was inherent in this form speeding its progress.
This gets a roar of pain from Tas and her attention is instantly diverted from the fight as the spell drills in, slowed as it bites into her. She quickly turns around the magical drill so that, since it didn't turn with her, it can tear loose without doing too much more damage. This more or less works and the spell goes on, taking some more plating with it and leaving the front of the shoulder a ruin of twisted, chewed metal, her exposed core gleaming dully in the sunlight in the middle of it all. With a gasp her eye starts darting about, looking for her suddenly remembered opponent. Tas had completely lost track of him.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The thing about Iraitune...It spins. It's a drill and spins extremely fast, not to mention the general structure of the five actual beams of the spell along the outsides. As such, the water that came in contact with the drill was diverted. Not to mention partially evaporated, considering most any form of energy was bound to get hot no matter its elemental persuasion unless its specifically cold.

Now, you take the fact that it diverted the water it touched away with the fact that both attacks were heading directly at one another, meaning that the light attack was in the center of the surge, and you get a rather unexpected result. The inner water was blasted away from Iraitune which caused the outer part of the attack to destabilize as well. More or less the result of this combination of conflicting forces was a a nice wide fountain effect as the light drill rammed straight onward to its target.

Momentarily, the drill rammed into Tas' siding and began to dig through with a degree of ease. Tristan was able to make out that she sidled away from the attack past her attack and cut the feed to his mana off from the assault, promptly stopping the beam. Or more so, letting it proceed like a missile straight into the dirt where it would stop a few feet from the surface. Assumingly, once the beam reached that rune, which it would have to pass in order to reach the floating hunk of metal, the rune would have been destroyed or at least reasonably comprimised, killing the torrent.

As such, instead of surcumnavigating possible water spouts, Tristan zoomed right toward his 'student'. By far, today's lesson was the most serious, that you should never, ever expect any one to hold back on you, or even give you a warning that they are going to use their entire store of power to annihilate you utterly and completely. This time the strike would be right into the head, the frame work of the eye if she was facing him. This shot would slam her right into the dirt, not skidding back, but right into it.

The follow up would be Tristan landing ontop of her and pounding away with repetitive and constant punches, left, right, left, right.

Back and forth, relentless.

[Aiyon]

Metal screeched and mounts buckled under the assault as Tas, taken completely by suprise and then rapidly disoriented, falls victim to the unrelenting attack. This state lasts a few seconds which, under these exceptional circumstancesm results in severe distortions in her metal body. Then with an almost animal growl she finally reacts.

Under the circumstances the only thing she could do was a shockwave spell, which she does. But what made this casting unusual was that she was already half buried in the ground when she cast it... the spell tearing not only at Tristan, but also at the ground in its sphere of influence. The result? Almost like an explosion centered on Tas, as rocks, dirt and other debris are sent flying all over the place. Clouds of dust and dirt obscure her vision until she sets off another shockwave, as much to clear the obstruction as try to dissuade her opponent.
The shockwaves would continue, as they seemed to keep him at a distance, but she needed to go on the offensive... then she remember one of her more unusual spells, and mentally shrugs. In between shockwaves she activates the magic she had in mind, deliberately choosing Tristan as the target.

Four circlets appear around Tristan, positioned compass-like at north, south, east and west, and glowing a pale blue. They did not give off any significant traces of power, or seem particularly energeticthough... provided, of course, you ignored the way they followed his every movement, keeping their relative positions. Her Compress spell was locked on him, and no mere movement (or even teleporting) on his behalf would shake it off, but the circles did not look menacing in themselves.
The lack of energy, vibrancy and the mild shade of colour set it at odds to all of the offensive and defensive magic she had ever used in his presence. It was something else... though exactly what was unclear.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan hadn't been specifically keeping himself in place with flight, rather standing directly ontop of Tas, so that first shock wave threw him back a good ways before he kicked off of it and flew back. He was about to unleash another explosive assault with his wind spells when he noticed runes forming around him. For all he knew they could be the same ones that had managed to demolish his element clone the previous day, he wasn't taking that chance.

He spun his body around to kick through the rune, but it moved with him, making the way he attacked impossible. That superhuman mind of his quickly reached another course of action and Tristan back fisted the rune to his right without moving the rest of his body, only his fist passed through the rune, though it did seem to stutter a bit. "Fine." Drawing his blade, it errupted in white and blue flame, making an almost solid extension and Tristan blasted through the runes with lightning movements.

This time they blew apart. Not as in pieces, but more like smoke, being blown away at the presense of a hand moving through it. Several more movements had them twisted and contorted so that what ever magic they'd release was totally disrupted. Thing was, as soon as he finished, they began glowing brightly, and on last second reaction, Tristan blasted away, sword ablaze in his left hand. There were four small, localized explosions that came from each of the runes. "Heh...Have to do better than that!" He shouted down before blasting toward her again. Being that she was dead ahead of him, Tas would be able to see him coming seconds before he was ontop of her.

Being that it wasn't teleportation, if you were directly infront of or directly behind Tristan, you could see him, it was when you were at an angle that he was moving too fast for you to keep up with, unless your eyes were just that good. The shockwaves couldn't stop Tristan's advance, though they slowed him. The repitition was likely taking its toll on Tas. It was good for momentary diversion, but if the momentum was greater than the outward force, they wouldn't do much. She'd need a straight up barrier to stop Tristan.

That was one odd thing about the Crusnik...straight forward things seemed to work better on him than sneaky complicated shit...when it came to magic any way. As he bared down, Shireiutz was prone, and once the hunter reached his opponent, the blade would swing down in a firey fury that could cleave most any thing. That much speed plus that much power was already insane, but a near indestructable blade and some high tempurature flame to boot pushed it into the range of 'Holy fuckin shit we're gonna die!'.

[Aiyon]

The end of her spell was immediately felt by Tas and she re-established it at once... though this time around herself. Doubtless she was about to need something powerful imminently, but she was unprepared for what her sight showed her. Tristan, charging with all his unnatural speed and wielding a blazing sword, a disturbing sight if ever there was one. A mercifully brief instant of incomprehension enveolps her before her mind tears into overdrive, though lacking a productive direction to go in. "Oh shit... okfastfastfaaastYAAAAAAAH!" the thoughts scream in her head as his blade comes down on her. Though instead of cutting into her battered head where aimed, it instead connects with her relatively untouched left shoulder. She'd tilted in place, the only motion available, and while it did save her from death it hurt. It hurt bad.

In itself the sturdy sword swung with such ferocious power would have been dangerous enough, certainly fracturing the shoulder and maybe cleaving it off completely. But the magical energy surrounding the blade made it another threat entirely... so the strike tore into her body like a hot knife through butter. The curved shoulder plate fractures at once, small fragments scattering from the break around the sword. Beneath it the mounts don't even get a chance to protest, they are simply torn or melted in place... and her core also proves no match, being torn raggedly by the descending blade.
The only piece of good fortune in this was the sheer power of the impact. It countered the tilt and made her lean rapidly the other way, forcing the blade to follow a curved path through her. More fragments scatter as Tristan's strike tears on into her abdomen, carving a large chunk of the armoured form and scattering warped fragments in all directions before the blade is done with her. The tilt certainly limited the damage inflicted, but it was painfully obvious that the amount Tas had just aborbed was catastrophic in scale.
Tiny fragments were raining down around them, metal was burnt and twisted... and beneath the mess Tas' very core had been brutally torn. The light of her eye as much reduced, glaring motionlessly ahead as she struggled to remain even partly coherent. The hovering, normally so smooth, was now causing her entire form to shake as it leaned haphazardly to one side, it's entire balance thrown off. And nearly a full third of her mass falls lifelessly to the ground in several chunks.

"...rreehnufff!" she gasps, without even attempting to turn to locate him. Hopefully he was close enough to hear the hoarse whisper, as she was now in no state to fight.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The whole scene seemed to be in slowmo for the instant after the strike, but the instant that Tristan's momentum ceased, time returned to normal and he blasted away again, though still within range of a shock wave. He blasted forward again, this time with a power packed down stab, reminicint of the old zelda games. When he heard the words, they didn't register in time to stop, but he managed to sidle himself out of the attack and land hard into the dirt. Course, it took a moment to realize what the hell she said, mangled as it was, but when he did, the blade extinguished and was stabbed into the ground.

"This is one of the most important lessons any one can teach you about fighting. In war, no one is ever going to hold back, you have to get strong enough to protect your self. Even as I'm standing here now, an enemy would be finishing you off. I did say that I wouldn't be holding back...Truth is, I did. I couldn't possibly use every thing in my arsenal against you unless I was absolutely trying to kill you." He leaned against his blade slightly, trying to figure out how to help her out now that the fight was over.

Momentarily, his super human mind picked up on something rather obvious...if the damage was transfered between forms...which is why Tristan was now somewhat worried...then why not repairs. Albeit they might be makeshift, but if Tristan reattached her...peices, for lack of a better term, then she should be fine for the most part. She'd just feel the need to OD on those pain killers. After she got the chance to get a word in edge wise, Tristan would present the idea. "Now...If I fix your armor form with alchemy...you should be relatively intact in human form, right?" There was nothing to do until that was answered, so Tristan just stood, somewhat prone.

Now his mind began racing through transmutation circles. The ones on the backs of his gauntlets were specifically used for molding metal, but reattaching it might need something a little more detailed. Not to mention the fact that the armor was being reattached to her active soul...kind of like repairing a living doll. Which were legend among alchemists, but thats a different story all together.

[Aiyon]

At first there is no response from the floating statue, as its mind is withdrawing slowly into shock. Unthinking, uncaring... until four flares of blue energy go off around it, signifiying something going off.
Awareness of her surroundings strike hard when her compress spell, which had somehow survived the assault without faltering, activates on her. Better late than never, really, she ponders, attention drifting about uncaringly a little longer... then with a determined effort her mind comes back to the present, pained state of being when she realises she's being talked to, the eye glowing a little brighter from her attention. She slowly wobbles upright again, correcting the tilt and thinking sluggishly about what she'd heard. It takes a long pause before she turns slightly in his direction to show she is aware.

"...ssshumfatt..." Tas hisses uncertainly, concentrating on producing a sound similar to the word. "Thhhraie..." she adds after a moment later, almost in encouragement. The damage to her head and core was making speech difficult for her to reproduce. As close as she could work it out, the plating and mounts she's lost were dead already, and maybe the lost chunk of core too, but she wasn't sure. But they'd still make half-useful repairs if done soon, though for the life of her she couldn't remember why. Explaining would be a pain, so she chose not to bother.
It'd be extremely easy if Tristan could read minds, but as far as she knew he couldn't so... her half-words were the best he'd get. She was far too distracted to remember that Igneus had telepathy that might be able to help with this. The eye flickers and slowly dims again as her attention frays at the edges.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

While having no clue as to what she said that first time...or more so the second, he understood the last one enough to nod his head. "Good thing I didn't use too much energy then, this is gonna take alot out." He said, mostly to himself, then he let out a small yell that had an incricate blast of flame plow into the ground beneath Tas. The result of the blast was an incricate Transmutation circle that looked none too far from this:



Taking off his gauntlets, Tristan cut open his hand on his sword and leaked out some blood. An alchemic act on this scale would require a little more than mana. A fair amount of blood dripped onto the circle and the hunter crouched down. "Theres a good chance this will hurt...alot." Fair warning, though probably not much of a surprise all things considered. Not to mention with the beating she'd just taken, this probably wouldn't be that bad...but then again, Tristan had never used alchemy on a living thing before.

"Here goes nothing," And with a grunt and his hands on the transmutation circle, the entire area began to glow a pale lightning blue. Tas' body sank to the ground and her fallen peices began rising. One by one the scorched and mangled peices melded into the metal of what was left of her back and began molding out, lead by arcing sparks of that alchemic blue lightning. The whole process took about a minute and ended up with Tristan being utterly exhausted and falling back on his ass, but with Tas' armored form being totally restored, even down to a shiny finish.

What she's able use as a human, or if she'll even be able to move, will be left to see.

[Aiyon]

Perhaps to her credit Tas doesn't offer more than a brief shriek as Tristan's magic started to act on her, though her eye did dart around frantically for a few moments before disappearing. There wasn't any resistance from her as her plating rippled, moved and reformed, merging with the lost fragments with flawless precision. A minute of having your body re-made on such a scale would certainly have been agonising for most people, but Tas still didn't make a sound.

Once it is over Tas is a sight, gleaming with a new finish that had her looking better than she ever had in this form. But, rather than than Tristan for the significant effort, she thuds down on the ground and topples over, ending up lying on her front in the dirt. Her already ground-zeroed mind had tried to take the pain but then said "hell with this" and opted to pass out... which was why she'd been quiet. You can't feel pain if you're not home at the time.
This did leave the hunter with a question to answer though; was she merely out of it or was she dead? The only outward sign that it's the former is that the darkness where her eye appears is still present, should he roll her over to check.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

The transmutation circle was dulled, despite it being dug into the ground, the transmutation itself had reduced the appearance of the circle. The hunter made his way to his feet and raised an eyebrow. He'd never seen her totally out of it in the armored form, so he didn't really know what had happened. Walking over to the fallen body, Tristan kicked the siding a few times, tilting her back and forth. When he used more force to fully tip her over, he found it difficult.

Apparently his spells had run out a while ago, right after that final attack. And if that was the case...Yep...he couldn't fly any more. [Crap, this is gonna be annoying.] Once those spells ran out, he generally became fairly tired up until the point where he could use them again. Putting his gauntlets back on, he noticed the eye. Now, he wasn't sure, but the armor would likely look hollow if she was dead, but that sure as hell looked like there was something in it. "A good sign I suppose, Igneus!" He called out, adjusting his hands in the armaments before slinging his sword back into its holster.

With a grunt of effort, Tristan managed to lift the hunk of metal...it was alot heavier than Tas was, that was for sure. Course it might not be as heavy as it felt in that moment, Tristan had, after all, exerted an insane ammount of force a while ago, so he was likely physically exhausted, he was so used to pushing his body to its limits on the hunt, though, that it wasn't exactly an easy thing to notice. Igneus hovered over and transformed as his partner walked away from the slightly devistated ground.

Tristan hopped up onto the equvalent of a shoulder joint, then up onto the back. Almost the instant Tristan's feet were planted on his partners back, the lot of them were gone.