Arachnis: Training Session II

His abdomen still wrapped in bandages, he found himself in a spare room, repurposed for Senju’s recreation alone- Courtesy of Jade’s granted privileges on an earlier date. He had finally gotten away from her when she was least expecting... And now, it was him, the room loaded with weapons and utilities of every sort along the walls, and four guards whom happened to be picked for Senju's training.

"Alright... Pick your poison. I'll fight unarmed." He requested, his upper-body still nude and exposed."

"Master Senju, are you sure you don't want to wait until a replacement for your armor is at hand?" asked a guard nearby, sound of steel singing through the air, slicing into the wall by their ear was all that was needed to come to a realization that none of them had a say in his demands.
A blade hurled from the wall on the opposing wall with the use of gravity magic was sent tip first into the wall, just barely missing the guard's head. Such was followed only by the slow shift of his head, a solemn expression held upon his face, "My training begins now... Pick a weapon and come at me."

There was shuffling for a few short moments, and in the wake of such, Senju lowered his head and stood upright. In time, silence assumed dominance throughout the enclosed scene; and with it, he brought his eyes to a close, allowing the darkness to cloak his vision. A slow exhale escaped his form, and the anger that boiled within him felt extinguished to a greater degree-
"...Go on... Come at me now.."

A step from the left. A step from the right. A step from behind, and a step before him, doubling, tripling, and soon enough evolving into a four-way sprint. His mind however seemed to crawl back to the brief vision he met back during his lost battle with Wulfic, seeing a reflection of Arachnis in the skull-mask condescending him with a glare, this time, upon a pillar of overwhelming height, leaving him feeling short of breath.

"Even now, You're nothing like you were before... A shell... A disgrace! The double's shout evolved into something else, another voice... FROM BEHIND! His eyes opened up in what felt like a moment of slowed time, of strengthened focus. His head rose slightly to note a man before him with a risen club, prepared to slam down over his head. A flair of an aurous glow emanated from his body, a shock wave spared no delay, surging into his circuit and blasting away from his figure in the form of a generated wind- Only the prelude to what was to come next!

In a burst of cosmic energy, his image.... Froze? It's outermost layer imprinted itself within the space provided. The hammer descended for him, and before further attempts for evasion could be made, the hammer made conta-.... It continued to drift through his form?
The blade wielded by the guard behind him, also phased through his back, passing with no resistance, a fist from a gauntlet left no mark on his form, and finally, the fourth guard standing feet away froze in place with a bewildered expression on his face. His eyes were not on Senju but... A 'new' entity kneeling across the room in the very same position, rising up to his feet. In time, the silhouette faded to light, turning out to be none other than.... Senju?

The previous 'Senju' that had fallen victim to the attacks faded from reality, disintegrated due to the extremely low density in his form... A mere afterimage.
He panted some, having never committed to such a burst of speed before.

His hand fell to a wall on his side, tipping at a mace's handle half-consciously...
"....Well?...." He started, in between breaths. "Did I tell you to stop?!" He barked in question, leaving the guards to question on this man's sanity, and also, his capability. "Come at me with EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT! Kill me if that's what it takes... Because there isn't a chance in Atmos you'd be given the chance..." He taunted.


A few glances at one another, and finally a nervous nod in unison at the realization of such a possibility.
"If you aren't going to make another move.. I'll come for you!"

(Arachnis)

A few glances at one another, and finally a nervous nod in unison at the realization of such a possibility.
"If you aren't going to make another move.. I'll come for you!"

He knelt down slightly, allowing yet another surge of cosmic energy to enter his form, kicking off with tremendous speed- An attempt to enact the previous technique to no avail. He phased into a blur, no need to charge into acceleration for cosmic magic allowed him to jump-start into high gear, already at his top-sprinting speed. Before one could react, his fist re-shifted, allowing for an elbow to strike one of them in the face, turning their head in it's devastating wake. Strands of saliva spilled into the air, and his form came to a slow, hardly moving with all of his speed and force transferred into the man's face, allowing his uninterrupted passage into the air, soaring until he met a hard wall behind him, downing him for good.

The sound of metal risen against him turned his head off for his right, a blade dropped for his shoulder, meeting flesh and spraying blood into the air. His cockiness had gotten the better of him, and now put him in a state of embarrassment, but in this very moment, pain. The broadsword sliced it's way into his shoulder-blade, and pushed itself into the muscular flesh of his form. forcing a wince upon his face.

"MASTER SENJU! I-I... Didn't mean to- I'll get a medic right aw-" The blade was pulled from his shoulder by none other than his other arm, fingers bent inward to catch a strong hold of it without rubbing against it's edge. Magus strength and cosmic energies backing it up granted him the advantage needed to yank it from the man's hold with explicit ease. "That was close!" The clang of metal plotting on the floor before him rung through the small room, and a turning Senju pivoted his attention to face the successful guard.

"You actually made a direct hit! ... But that means I don't have to hold anything back anymore." Crimson static surged upon to the surface, Lyperion Utovex, in it's own entirety bubbled up through his pores in the form of black slime and sunk into the pit sliced into his flesh, sinking into the crevices and forcing his skin and flesh to assimilate it's presence, regenerating the body effectively with a short procedure of bubbling meat. "Now then, he turned his gaze from that man, to the other three that stood before him, shifting from one to the other.

"Let's do this, again. All at once!"

One of the men wielded gauntlets, whilst the other armed one held a mace. The most recently disarmed one changed his stance, arms risen in a boxer's fighting stance. In a room filled with weapons, none of them managed to prove useful when the opponent was too fast to make the distance plausible, and with such realized, the spar... Began once more!

The man with the mace came just a moment closer, slashing across his form from Senju's right, parried with the flail of his hand pushing it back off from his left, gravitational forces sent it back, as though bouncing against a hardened shield hidden from the naked eye. He leaned into his next move, kneeling into it. His feet pivoted for a spin, going with the parry pressed on prior-
Coming to a finish with his spin, his right fist swung out and around, catching the stomach of the man who once was further most to his left-

Coming to flash-memorization of the latest advancements in the heat of the battle, his left hand shot vertically, aiming to catch the descended fist slamming down within it's gauntlet. The clap of his hand backed up by gravitational forces cuffing around his movements against the metallic fist, resounded through the room, even shifting the objects upon the walls ever so slightly. His fingers loosened up, sliding up for the man's wrist and grabbing ahold. "Not fast enough!" He exclaimed, giving a pull of extraordinary strength, managing to pull the man off his sense of balance and for the ground before him.

His right fist left the stomach of the other guard, rising up for the lowered arm of the guard he caught a-hold of, pulling him down to guide him through the flip over his shoulder, and to the ground before him. A short ump in the impact, was followed only by a finishing blow, a quick jab with his unleashed right fist for the torso was enough for him to consider a second victory in this little scuffle, but it was far from over!
(Arachnis)

With a man hunkered over to his right and a mace-wielding warrior behind him to the left, Senju felt a new rush of confidence flowing but more importantly, enough vigor to re-attempt a display of enhanced speed once more. He jumped back up to his feet, upright, and shifting his attention to the man from his left, already making a charge for him. A single swing, was responded to the bend of his body complementing the weapon nicely... Too nicely, passing by without the resistance of his flesh.

A thrust-ed spiked ball, hurled itself for Senju's abdomen once more, just an inch too short of making contact with his intention locked upon it. His natural magus strength granted him the ability to dodge most hits, when he was aware of the attempt... However, in the fastest of warriors ran out of luck. As the slow flurry continued onward, the unarmed man made his rush for him, and with a diving fist, dug his knuckles into his cheek.

His eyes shifting to take note, were simply not fast enough to deliver the message to his mind. His head turned in the wake of the fist, and allowed an opening for the mace! Another thrust forced the breath from his lungs, and pricked apart at the packs shaping his stomach's exterior. "As suspected..." The voice came back to him, creeping under the tone of the battle, like a crawling arachnid getting beneath his apparel, and sliding up his tender flesh.
"You're a disgrace..."

His body began to backpedal, falling backwards in a moment of slow motion, seeing spit flow from his mouth. Everything seemed to disorientate, and blur for the darkness, only to tease him with the light of his surroundings leaving him in a constant torment between such conditions.

Finally... Darkness...

"Wake up. You're no where near your limit yet. You did far better against Azeil... Remember?" From the darkness that enclosed around him in this moment, he could see Azeil once more, standing over his fallen body, just as pointed out in an illusion spell he was placed under so long ago. "Back then, you had the will, you had the need to press onward far greater than this... And now? You're allowing yourself to slack. Continue this up, and you're bound to die even before you could bring yourself to perceive your quest... In such a case, throw in the towel now... Surrender."

What once felt like the end of his reserves, suddenly gave birth to a new reservoir of energy. It pooled through his system, tingling through his veins, bringing him to shake and shudder at it's flow. As the darkness gave in to light, focusing his sight upon his opponents, all played out to him as slow as molasses. Movements felted as though restrained by lead when acute, and pushed back as water resisted passage in a passive manner. Every sway of his body, flickered off an afterimage, blurring as he made a sidestep from the mace coming for his head. His left hand rose up, slowly climbing up for the warrior before him, his pupils locked up for his target, and finally... Time caught up with him, to make up for it's lag.

In reality, the mace was brought to a sudden halt, caught by a hand, Senju's left hand, one extended from off towards the side. The trajectory of the weapon was predicted? Evaded even before it could finish it's arc. The right hand, freed of any obstruction came up for the guard's face, now point blank. Prior to making much of a facial expression in reaction, the side of his cheek began to cave in, not even taking the brunt of his knuckles as he took impact. A hit from forces beyond the field of view struck across his face, sending him off balance. The boom of bass ruptured the room, even rattling at the items stocked upon the walls and shelves, indicating that gravity magic was at work.

The guard skimmed off for the wall, brushing heavily against the unarmed man, and sliding back against the floor until the light thud of the wall plopped on contact with his head. The mace remained in Senju's hold, dropped to the floor out of a lack of preference, turned to face the final warrior in a 'fair' fist fight between men.

It was the final two... Mano y Mano, Muscle against Muscle, WIT AGAINST WIT! And as the guard made his charge, against Senju whom stood there anticipating, one could only imagine whom would ro-
The man's fist sunk through Senju's face, plowing on through it with no resistance whatsoever, the appearance of such seemed to sway like dust in the wake of his strike, and as the rest of his body happened to turn over into the magi's body, it seemed to complete devolve in to oblivion...

"...Master Senju?" The guard started scanning the room, not quite able to pinpoint the magi anywhere. Only some blood splattered across the floor from shoulder, a few dots of blood from hits he made on the guards, and the fallen guards themselves.
"M-...Master Senju?! What happened to Senju!" The guard was obviously beginning to panic, and attempting to awake the downed guards in the process;

Meanwhile, Senju was walking down the hall, having used his burst of speed to leave the room. He was far too winded after a second use, and with a third use to get out of there, he was absolutely drained. Thus, without warning made his pace for the downstairs, where he'd likely recuperate before condoning to any future combat. His arms stretched above his figure, and fingers interlaced to hug the back of his head, chilled as he made his way, away from the panicked scene.

"They'll find out, eventually." He muttered.
(Arachnis)