Ronin: Delayed Hyperbolic Illusionary Prism Technique [HI]

[16:49] Mackenzie Oshikawa says, "Lets spar, then stranger."
[16:49] Ronin says, "Oh."
[16:50] Ronin says, "For a moment there, I thought... Well, alright."
[16:50] Ronin asks, "So, do you have a name?"
[16:50] Mackenzie Oshikawa says, "Nope."
[16:50] Ronin says, "Then, I guess I don't either..."
[16:51] Enzo Alvares says, "She's cute, isn't she."
[16:51] Seishi says, "Lovely."
[16:51] Enzo Alvares says, "Admit it, half naked stranged, you like her."
[16:52] Ronin says, "<I wonder... If I can work on that technique here, if it'd work on someone like her... >"
[16:52] Seishi says, "Mackenzie, my love. This is the perfect time to try out that technique we went over."
[16:52] Ronin asks, "... Wh-- Huh?"
[16:52] Ronin asks, "Oh. You have a technique up your sleeve too?"
[16:52] Ronin says, "That makes the two of us."
[16:54] The white haired Oshikawa makes her way out into the field, pulling her staff from her back. The staff was covered in teeth at its base, and the only way to wield the weapon was to sink your palm into the teeth. Which Mackenzie did with a smile, not even flinching as blood squirted from just there...

A lopsides smile, those void hues look in the direction of her opponent.

"Lets dance!"

Her words were light, followed with a crazed giggle that filled the air around them. The smell of iron filling the air along with it, as Mackenzie's form seemed to take on a red tint..

It seemed just then, the individual pores on her skin would begin to contract. Soon after blood would begin to dribble from her form, before eventually turning into a solid flow of blood. The essence of her blood magic, shooting up and wrapping the blood around her defensively. Protecting her it seemed, as it whipped around. Reaching, pulling...Anything it could reach..

Hungry...So Hungry..
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
[17:04] Ronin's eyes widened a bit.
This nameless warrior inflicted harm upon herself, biting into the flesh without so much of a flinch?!

If anything, it implied that she was not going down easy -- Tougher than most he'd likely come to face in a spar... But, as though to unlevel the odds from his favor? The very blood that seeped from her broken skin then flowed to her volition: A crimson aegis.

"I... Have never seen something so..." He couldn't find a descriptor worthy of the feat. The cold sweat had already begun to bead across his visage, before he'd abruptly tense up.

"No. I'm not standing down. I'll never get stronger if I don't brace myself for opponents like you."
The murmur of bass rattled for all uninviting ears to complement the transgressions against earth's pry. Clothes waded in tangent with his hair, flowing loosely in the faceless grasp of the gravity arcane.

He reached out to his right, manifesting a spheroid wrought of his mana. It gleamed alabaster, morphing at his tightening squeeze. To his volition, it twisted and elongated to forge a cylindrical construct that was toiled in a baton fashion. The light flaked away to reveal his weapon: A Phoenix Rod...

A neat party trick, but an underwhelming reveal...
The background seemed to blend with his form, appearing nigh translucent.
Though, as he faded, something else seemed to take shape from the grasses nearby... Humanoid...
… Then, clothing... Weaponry...
Ronin? A doppelganger...

"Let's get this started."
(Ronin)
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[17:17] This woman was strong...
But Ronin was never one of great strength. A massive stream of water courses through the vessel of the illusionist, toiling him violently through the grassy soils until he laid to the muddy terrain -- Seemingly comatose... Only, to have two more rise in his place.

Ronin was preparing himself, remaining cloaked in the shadows, whilst manifested doppelgangers propped out to strike and disorientate Mackenzie. His focus was honed... And he strained himself on what was to follow.

"Now..."

He spoke aloud, seemingly finding a moment of vulnerability.

The battle waged on between the blood magi, and the relentless sea of Ronin clones... Until, a cloaked silhouette broke its camouflage -- Directly behind her.

"I've got you!"

He reached out, to clutch at the back of her head.
It was a weak strike, in fact... It could hardly be considered an attack at all. Though, direct physical contact led to a violent funneling of his own mana into her person.
It seemed... Oddly targeted, aimed for the head.

Despite what may've amounted to a slight drowsy sensation to follow, it didn't amount to much.

Was it... A failed attack?
Did he plant something on her?

Whatever it was, it certainly followed the dismissal of the endless torrent of clones.

" Alright..." He said, this time boasting newfound confidence.
The grin on his face was complemented with his open posture, inviting her to make the first strike.
" Let's see what I can -really- do. "
(Ronin)
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[17:22] Mackenzie hadn't been prepared at the sight of so many clones of her pursuer. Just when she'd get one on the ground, another would arise to take its place. It had brought much confusion to Mackenzie, and by the time she took her opponent more seriously it was to late. He was one upping her, and she regretted not taking him more seriously to begin with.

Hitting her bottom on the ground, she would squint toward Enzo. Then lifting herself up, she'd dust the dirty from her behind!

A purple hue made her eyes glow, as there was a change in the air. Occult presence..Though subtle, enough to know that the Oshikawa's emotions were running high. She'd lift her staff into the air, before blood would ensnare her once more.

Then, the water would begin to fly again. Saying nothing as the battle continued.
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[17:28] A powerful blast of water was aimed directly at Ronin from the start. Hitting him directly, shooting him back and far away from Mackenzie Oshikawa. It was powerful, focused. Intended to make it hard for him to reach her before she could power up her mana to form tendrils of water made tornadoes. Shooting toward him, she watched him swerve and lean out of the way. Just barely, as she came in and threw a ball of blood toward him.

The blood ball would hit him without much effort, soaking him within the iron scented liquid. Her essence claiming him, covering him. Her purple hues would glow and widen as she took in the sight, her opponent was on the ground...

Covered in her blood...

A crazed smile coming to her face, she'd come at him again once he brought himself up from the ground.
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[17:38] The abrupt start had threw him off...
She wasn't playing around any more-- Which meant he had to strike hard, quickly and deny her the privilege of bombarding him.

--But how could he? She saw through his tricks now.
Blasts of fluid struck him, finally leaving him lying on the ground, straining to pick himself back up to his feet. As he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but wince at the sting... The burning sensation...
The strong scent of iron...
The taste...

He cringed... That was when his bloodied eyes placed a gander on his muddied hands. He was coated in it.
In -her- blood... It sickened him.
There was nothing good that could come from this.

A crimson variant of Ronin made a fluid turn from his downed form, glaring upon Mackenzie with disgust and fury. This, was not a complete disadvantage-- No.
This woman was a powerful magi: One that could warp her own blood to her volition.

… But Ronin, a trickster as he was, wascapable of similar feats, was he not?
He visibly shuddered as he pushed himself up from his knees, pressing out his chest with arms out to his sides. From the grounds around him, rose more silhouettes like himself.
However, these were... Different.

They reflected him, as he was now.
Crimson doppelgangers, seemingly forged of... Blood? Mackenzie's blood.

" Did you notice it." He asked of the woman, keeping his posture.
"The strike I made earlier... Did you feel anything different just now?"

He rose his right hand to...
Snap his wet fingers? Oddly effective for a man soaked in blood.

… Nothing happened...

Strange.

Regardless, it seemed as though he was ready to start fighting.
(Ronin)
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[17:57] This time, it seemed as though Ronin had dodged the initial blow!
Though, every strike there after seemed to stay true.
The blood clones combusted violently to spread across the field. Ronin was blown to the ground by yet another blood sphere, crashing into his unsuspecting person.

He grit his teeth, only to find himself encompassed by crimson mist.
An agonized growl sounded through the fog, only to find pikes of ice piercing into his chest. Each spear sunk in: The wet sound of flesh splashing... The sinking squench of sinew against sharpened strikes and footfalls...
The intoxicating... suffocating stench of iron... Everywhere.

Ronin's form violently coughed up more blood, stumbling in the blood soaked grasses, only to take a knee.

Was this his blood? Was it hers? He couldn't tell, though the terror in his eyes was more than enough for surmise it.
"I- I... I was way in over my head... I-- N- No." He whimpered in terror.

He reached up for Mackenzie, summoning whatever small debris he could from the depths of the terrain.

Red... Red, everywhere, and it even appeared as though he was getting... Inaccurate? He was being blinded from all the blood in his eyes. It looked as though, the battle had taken more of an extreme against his favor, leaving him to lie on the ground.

Dead? Exaggerating…
Idiotic and weak, obviously..

"Is this... How you imagined it?"

A voice spoke from a seemingly omnipresent stature.

"I always wondered, just how far I could go... And today, I think I found just that."

The image of Ronin did not move... But the blood clones of him fell into the puddles of blood around them.
Leaving her... Oddly... Alone? Where did everyone else go?

Ronin's voice spoke out to Mackenzie again.
"Did you notice it?"

The memory of Ronin taking his position behind her for a 'sneak attack' earlier in the brawl forced itself to her perception.
… That was no memory... That was an induced illusion.

Then, that meant...

A snap could be heard, and vision as Mackenzie knew it crippled into an overwhelming glare of white.
As the light subsided, they'd be back to where they started.

Ronin, still standing... Bloodied as he was from her initial blood bombing technique.

He had just snapped... Like before?

" I've been working on a technique, and improving on it..." He explained.

Deja Vu.

"When I struck you before, I tried subduing you. It took a bit of planting, but you didn't seem to notice it. So, when your guard was down?"
He grinned,
"I ensnared at your mind with a Time-warped illusion. I'm not sure how long the fight carried on in your head, but... We've been standing here, staring at each other for the last few seconds."

He lowered his hand, approaching her -- No intent to continue brawling.
"Though, I assume that probably gave you a decent headache."

"... How'd I do?"



(Ronin)
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18:15] In the white haired Oshikawa's mind the battle ensued. Maneuvering around her opponents attacks the best she could, however something she knew was off. However she couldn't quite place her finger on it. The world around her felt different, but didn't look different. Her senses were having a hard time adjusting to it all.

Then just like that it was over. Standing there in front of Ronin, with a puzzled look on her face. Which was rare indeed, considering the Oshikawa was usually purposely void of showing emotions on her persona. Though somehow...This individual had managed to distract her, seep into her mind with ease.

A place that no one should be going, no doubt.

She squinted in his direction, though her forehead was covered in beats of sweat. She hadn't particularly enjoyed her mind being messed with in such a way, feeling so helpless within herself and unable to do anything about it. It wasn't her.

Mackenzie didn't feel helpless...Ever. On purpose.

"You....Did good..But I swear to Kraus..You do that again, and I will fucking take your fingers...This time I will let it slide.." She said simply, with one last squint at the man before turning on her heel and heading to stand at the sidelines.
(Mackenzie Oshikawa)
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[18:16] Ronin says, "< Jeez. What's wrong with that woman... >"