Meetin' the Fam. (Ritsuka)

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Alright, more training. Tristan was a bit anxious today and was running toward the training ground full speed. Igneus had forgone his perch and was now flying next to his partner as the pillar of a man bolted down the sidewalk. He was feeling faster than he usually was...odd, but what ever, more speed meant more power. Randomly, Tristan's body crouched down and shot up, flinging him high into the air with vampiric power. Igneus gave the equivalent of a sigh and angled himself up, building speed to catch up to the sudden burst.

Tristan soard high and far, landing harmlessly before taking off again, this time clearing the threshold into the training grounds. He flew so far, this time, that he landed on one of the many boulders strewn across the foremost field, and split the bloody thing right down the middle. Obviously the sudden displacement of Tristan's standing point had him stumble slightly, though only to the point where he crouched down and held onto one of the broken edges of the rock, stabilizing himself.

Hopping once more, he was on the grass and looking around. Igneus flew in momentarily and reclaimed his perch on the right shoulder. The man wanted to get some more training in, hopefully he would find someone who could hold their own against him, which was somewhat rare nowadays as the only people who would fight him were the rather new guys as they didn't know what was coming. In any case, Tristan strode out in his usual manner, his breathing barely altered, and looked for someone with an ass tough enough to kick.

[Ritsuka]

After kicking that giant Eiki's ass (Hey, it'll happen. >.>), Ritsuka was rather disappointed with the strength of the people around here. He sat in the middle of the training ground, a mask adorning his face as he had his eyes closed, it just wasn't visible from the outside. His arms were folded across his chest, his legs also crossed. It looked as if he were meditating, but in all honesty, he was just bored.

Nevertheless, he sat there and waited, hopefully for someone powerful to notice him. He wanted to fight someone who was superior to him, as that would help him grow faster than just beating up everyone else. He had to learn from a mistake he had yet to make.

~Someone is approaching, a greater force than what you faced before.~ I can feel it, Dauragon...

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Soon enough, Tristan had traversed probably a hundred yards of field. When the two saw the boy sitting on the grass, Igneus made a comment, Bah, more weak ones.... and Tristan's reply was, [Yeah well. A fights a fight no matter who it's with] though in truth he was a little annoyed that there was no one stronger around. As the hunter approached the boy, his partner shifted uncomfortably on his shoulder.

Theres something about him...

[Yeah, he's not human...I can feel that from here.]

No...Something els....At first he just feels like another Dhamphire. Now I'm not so sure... Needless to say, this got Tristan's attention. The little guy was never unsure about what someone was unless he'd never come across it before, much like he had when the two of them met Roy oh so long ago.

Finishing his approach, Tristan called out to the kid with green hair, oddly enough. "Yo...you look ready to kick some ass." With a slight nod to the side, indicating a 'come on'. There is definitely something weird about this guy...I smell Dhamphire...I think Dhamphire...I feel something els. Almost like that Crusnik girl. The hairs on the small of Tristan's neck perked up and his eyebrows twitched together. He hated that Kelsey bitch to the degree that he almost killed her and would have if it weren't for the security.

Another Crusnik might put Tristan over the edge like that again...and that would bold far from well for this character here, though a true, natural born Crusnik might be able to hold his own against the one standing there now, clad in black. Igneus flew off in any case, but would, instead of merely going to sleep, he would carefully watch this fight, and keep in mind to note what ever would give this characters species away.

[Ritsuka]

~Ritsuka, do you feel that?~ I do, there's a feeling of familiarity surrounding him, but I've never seen him before...

Ritsuka stood up to his full height, his feet shifting in the dirt to face his body towards the person who talked to him. His eyes stared at him from the visor of his mask, a strange feeling as if he was being binded. Maybe this guy was of the same race as he was, or maybe it was just Ritsuka's lack of sleep getting to him.

"Yeah, so do you."

Ritsuka was prepared to fight, even if the guy's power was much higher than his. He could feel it, this wouldn't be easy, he'd most likely wouldn't win. But at the least, he wanted to figure out why he felt this way around this guy...

~If it gets too hard, let me take over~ We'll see, Dauragon...

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan sized up his opponent. The guy was pretty puny but the man had faced power houses that were smaller than your average dwarf. What he himself felt, was that this guy had pretty high energy reserves, perhaps he had another Nanashi on his hands, only that crazy bastard was human...this guy wasn't. Still not knowing what this guy was, nor even his name since he didn't happen to care at the moment, the mage charged.

He was rushing at full speed, not giving this guy an inch. Albeit this by Tristan's standards was still a test, being that he could double his current speed and power, but there was likely hood that the guy still wouldn't be able to keep up. Momentarily, Tristan was on top of his opponent, delivering a left back fist into that mask, just under full force, depending on what it was made of, there was a good chance it would shatter.

The follow up was Tristan dropping down and making a lightning quick sweep that would fling the guy off his feet. From there, Tristan would hop back a few feet to give himself some space against the reaction. Neither he nor Igneus could shake the feeling, and wouldn't be satisfied until they got some answers, no matter how they got them.

[Ritsuka]

Ritsuka's eyes attempted to follow the man, realizing how fast he was. He only saw quick images, and pieced together his moments bit by bit in his head. He quickly ducked, narrowing avoiding the backhand as he felt the sweep knock him off of his feet nearly immediately afterwards.

Ritsuka pushed his hands onto the ground, allowing himself to flip over away from his opponent, turning his body to face him as he landed on his feet. The green-haired boy grunted, allowing a circle to appear beneath his feet, stretching beyond that of his opponent's feet as well. Ritsuka raised his hand above his head as a sphere of energy appeared, and Ritsuka quickly kneeled down and slammed his fist into the ground, causing the circle to shine even brighter. A great white light engulfed within the circle, and if his opponent stayed within it, he would be caught in the blast. Only Ritsuka was safe, as it didn't explode on him, just around him.

"Akashic Torment!"

Afterwards, smoke and dust would appear, covering up vision. Ritsuka shifted his visor so that it wouldn't hamper his vision, allowing him to see almost perfectly as he drew his two Desert Eagles out, prepared to fire just in case.

I can still feel him. ~Be careful.~

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan watched the boys movements carefully, he wasn't bad to have been able to dodge that backhand. And acrobatic to flip himself over after that powerful sweep. The man was in a very light stance as the hand went in the air and his eyes widened when he saw the circle. "Shit." He said to himself, jumping back. The circle was moving faster than he was, but he only had to go six feet. He'd already jumped back a good yard and the circle stopped expanding after ten feet from its caster.

This style was symbology, an art Tristan didn't use, nor would be likely to use. Sure he used alchemy but he scribed a circle onto a medium then casted, but symbology was using magic to create a circle, then magic to cast the spell through the circle. Tristan had also yet to see a circle that was used in both arts, so they were nothing alike in his mind. He got out of the circle just as the fist hit the ground and momentarily the energy shot upward. Hitting the ground himself, Tristan jumped back again, this time favoring a series of back handsprings.

Soon he completed his final hand spring and was crouched on his feet and sliding back in the grass. "Wanna use magic? Fine." He said before waving his arms forward out from the sides. "Kamataichi." He said in a somewhat loud voice, and four solid blades of air shot out from his hands. They arced around widely and penetrated the smoke from the symbol blast. "Wanna use explosions? Fine." As soon as the blades reached their target, the area that Tristan last knew his opponent to be in the center of where the circle had been located, tiny sparks ignited within each blade and the blades exploded with a fierce fury that wiped aside the previous smoke with the ensuing shock wave.

Igneus had been watching carefully for any hints as to the answer to what this guy was, and simply squinted before each of the blasts set off, knowing that there was a good chance of an explosion from both the symbology, and the kamataichi. The total force of the attack equaled the power of a stick of dynamite, a force which was unsurvivable for humans. Though it was still much more endurable then solid blades of air hacking through your midsection.

Tristan stayed crouched and let his hands rest down to the sides, unflinching of any debris that came his way, as most of it was so tiny that it just bounced off his flesh or sunglasses.

[Ritsuka]

Eyes behind the mask widened for a second, the compressed air that didn't belong there, he could feel it, he could see it slightly, it was like smoke that didn't belong. Being an expert with the air and wind, he knew it wasn't a good feeling...

Shit.

Ritsuka jumped backwards, placing his guns within their holsters as he thrust his hand forward. As he was in the air, he quickly drew a circle with his hand, thrusting his arm forward through it. A quick Thunder Arrow burst forward, causing Ritsuka to shoot backwards through the air much faster, the arrow colliding with the other sparks and adding in the explosion. Ritsuka slid out of the way of the explosion from the momentum he had gained, and he grunted as he got back up to his feet, his mask cracked slightly. He was glad it protected his face.

A hand reached up, and he slowly withdrew the mask from his face. As much as it was a one of a kind mask, it was easy for him to repair or even create it with simple magic that a former master of the wind had taught him. His face no longer hidden, he tossed the mask behind him as his eyes opened up, dark green orbs shining forth from where his eyelids had covered them once.

Ritsuka had heard once, that the Martel family, his mom's side, was related to the Knightrhode family from a line that had split long ago. Could he possibly be a Knightrhode? Nevertheless, he brushed all of that out of his mind, it didn't matter now. Maybe the guy didn't feel the same connection as Ritsuka did. His green eyes began to turn a crimson red hue, but he attempted to stop his transformation.

I don't need you to come out yet... ~Don't be a fool, you saw how strong he was.~ Just... wait![/i]

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan saw the sparks of lightning energy pop out of the ensuing cloud of smoke. The smoke cloud was also slightly bigger than it should have been, which clearly meant that this guy had done something to shield himself. Deciding to ramp things up a bit, A huge blue yellow and orange fire ball shot from Tristan's mouth at speeds to well surpass his own. It was about seven feet in diameter, and Tristan ran right behind it, only a ways back.

He charged in and as the ball of flame plowed through the smoke, shoving it well aside, clearing up the path of sight, he watched for his opponents reaction. Like he usually did with this sort of tactic, Tristan would blast up into the air when he caught hint of his opponent, and angle himself to land right on his head with a dual stomp kick. If that connected he'd do a neat flip backward that was even more quick than his back hand springs from before. If it missed, he'd simply land an face his opponent.

Bit by bit he was gonna push this guy further to make him slip up and reveal what he might be. Igneus had picked up a flare of a another type of energy that came out of the smoke, but being that he was way over there and on the other side of the smoke screen, he didn't see the eyes turn red, as such he still wasn't sure about what to make of him.

[Ritsuka]

~Ritsuka!~ Shut up Dauragon! I got this!

Ritsuka jumped to the side, the fire nearing burning him to a crisp. His left sleeve caught fire, so he quickly ripped off his black overcoat, tossing it to the side. It was now visible what he wore underneath, a white shirt with a smaller black one underneath, and a pair of black pants with holes on the side, part of the design. (see char sheet)

~You're not reacting fast enough, Ritsuka. Let me take over.~

"No! I can handle this! DAURAGON!"

Ritsuka started screaming those words out as he fell to his knees, his hands clutching his head. White wings shot out from his back as his hair turned a bright silver color, his eyes turning into a darker red. His height grew taller, and a light engulfed him. It lasted a few seconds before he reappeared. The light disappearing within the new being appearing in Ritsuka's place. The two Desert Eagles Ritsuka had had merged into one much larger, and powerful version, known as the Betrayer's Wrath. The being looked down at his hands, and smirked, jumping up into the air, using his wings to fly up to a rock a few feet up.

"You're the one giving the boy trouble. Mind if you tell me what you are and how you're so powerful?"

Dauragon had a serious look in his eyes as he spun the magnum on his finger, grabbing it quickly and holding it by his side. The wings on his back folded back down so they wouldn't get in the way. If this man was a vampire, then his Betrayer's Wrath would do just fine...

Dauragon! I can do this... ~Shut up and watch, you're not gonna get any answers from him on your own.~[/i]

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan stayed crouched on the ground when he saw what his opponent had become. "Heh...So that's it then?" Igneus could see the new form clear as day, and took off to get a closer look. Momentarily, Thats not a Crusnik...I don't know what the hell it is...but it's definitely not a Crusnik, lab baby or natural born. When Tristan heard that, "I could ask you the same...except for the powerful part." With a slight grin as he stood, his sword dragging across the ground since the near Zanbatou size blade was still on his back and he had crouched down.

Tristan disappeared then, his chakra had activated his double time spell and in an insane burst of speed that could only be described by someone un able to track the movements as teleportation, Tristan was behind his opponent, upside down and delivering a powerful back fist, similar to the first one only in complete reverse in that Tristan was now up side down, behind his opponent, and delivering it with the right armored fist. He wasn't about to reveal his secrets after just a few seconds of fighting, especially when he clearly had the upper hand.

No doubt, this guy would go flying into the ground from that strike, and Tristan would be there waiting with a full powered, lightning quick, left hay maker that would make Muhammad Ali look like a four year old slap boxing. In order to pull this off, Tristan had activated flight so that he could use his speed while still in the air, instead of just once he made contact with the ground.

After that attack, he would stand and wait, letting it sink into his opponents head just how outclassed he was. Igneus soared a good fifty feet over head in a wide circle, ready to use his own speed to avoid anything heading his way...such as a body moving at several hundred miles an hour....

[Ritsuka]

[OOC: Right, sorry for the long delay. Been busy.]

Dauragon drew his gun, aiming it at Tristan, before he suddenly vanished. Dauragon's eyes tried to follow him, seeing a blur move by, and soon he felt a sting on the back of his head as he was suddenly sent flying towards the ground below. He used his wings to slow down and manuveur in another direction, just in time to avoid Tristan's second attack, barely grazing his cheek.

He flew quickly away from Tristan, quickly aiming his Betrayer's Wrath at him just as he avoided the attack. It was point blank range, and a bullet to the head had to do some damage at this point. Dauragon smirked as he pulled the trigger, multiple times, planning on following him with a spray of bullets should he somehow dodge it. Still, that hit had nearly taken him out...