The fight was over, and it seemed like Gake got his butt handed to him yet another time. It seems like Gake has been facing defeat after defeat since he got here. IT seemed like the aspect that contributes to his defeat this time was the speed and size of his barrier. He needs more power, and more powerful spells.
At hearing this question Gake just muttered in a low voice, “Screw you.” Yeah Gake was taking this lost rather hard since this makes Gake now O and 3 with another devastating lost. After a few seconds, the shards on Gake’s belt would then start to glow a bright blue before the color faded at a slow steady pace.
Gake slowly started to move his arms towards his head and pushed off the ground until he was sitting down. Breathing a little hard Gake then rose to his feet as the injuries in his body started to heal. This healing really only stopped any bleeding while giving energy to his muscles to move.
Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 10, 2007 12:52:58 GMT -5
Tristan stuck his sword into the ground again and leaned against it. When Gake answered, Tristan laughed. A, he was fine. B, that was just plain funny. "Don't feel too bad about it. I only loose once every...dozen or so fights. I'm alot older and a lot more experienced than most of the students here. It gives me a pretty vast edge." He said with slight intent on pun since he was leaning against a sword two to three times bigger than most. Igneus began decending more liberally.
"If you want, I can get you to the med wing instantly." The hunter offered. He himself was relatively unharmed, only his arm had any real pain to it from being shot back by the explosion of the chaotic shards. "You definitly have an interesting magic style...I'll fight you again when you feel up to it." And if the first offer was to be taken, Igneus would transform into his medium size, that of only around seven foot tall at the shoulder. In full girth, he was bigger than a house and weighed more than a fully loaded eighteen wheeler.
If the offer wasn't to be taken, Tristan would simply get his coat and sword sling and go back to class. It was a hazard training during class hours...you could get hurt and end up missing a difficult class like arithmancy or some other such crap. It didn't matter too much to Tristan though, since he could be in and out of the med wing in two minutes with a bit of healing and some vampire blood.
Giving off a cough as he got up to his feet Gake simply replied, “No, I can take care of myself. Just need time.”
Once he was fully on his feet Gake would then walk towards his little imp that seemed to be crying for some reason. Kind of exhausted from the last attack, Gake just looked down on the little imp without saying a word. With his right hand in a fist, Gake would extend his right index finger to attack a thin magical line to the imps back. Now turning towards the exit of the stadium Gake slowly made his way out with the demon being dragged behind him crying.