Corin

[19:28:00] The Sarradian would be moutain training. Bouncing from moutain to moutain using his earth magic and also lightning. Those who came along would see flashes through the area. The boy would then while in air send out large amount of fire around the area. Boucning back down he would smirk. He was getting better with this magic.

Though with the Chief telling them to stay at base he would not agree. It seemed he wanted to lock them up in a way. That was something he would not allow.

With that he would do as he pleased. Striking the air as he used his blade. It was fun to get stress off his back.
(Musaka)
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[19:34:49] The Ookami had taken to heading out into the mountain tops as of late as a means of training. Both to climb the mountains to build up his strength and also to use the limited plantlife atop of the mountains to practise his Nature magic. Being able to pinpoint a single spore out of hundreds within the air was easier when there were less flying in the air.

He grunted quietly, hands caked in stone, bruises and dirt by the time he had lifted himsel up onto the same platue the Sarridian was training. How fortuitous it seemed that they'd cross paths with someone else training.

He dusted his hands off ontohis pants before sighing and catching his breathe. "Phew...Blade training?" he finally spoke, to strike up conversation as his ears flicked now and again from the swipes at the air.


(Corin)
[19:41:39] As he would land down he wouuld look at the stranger. Who might this man be? He would examine the man and raise a brow. He wonder if this guy was strong as well. Though it shouldn't be the first thing on his mind. It was rude to examine others in that way for a first encounter. Stopping he would put the blade to the side for a moment.

"Eh? Who might you be stranger? Ah your one the others called a ookami right? Nice to meet you! I'm a Sarradian from another land. I'm Musaka! Its a pleasure to meet you."

Doing a small bow.

He would then have to ask.

"Are you good with using a sword also?"
(Musaka)
[19:55:18] No doubt really, they were an ookami alright. Canine teeth, wolf ears and a tail that flicked now and again between his legs. Just your standard Ookami. They were fairly common around these parts despite all the terrors that had happened over the years.

"Wasn't going to say anything but yeah, i guess you are, aren't you?" He had yet to meet a Sarridian himself, they were quite an oddity in Valmasia, especially outsid eof the deserts to the north.

He rested a hand upon his hip, looking down at the worn sword by his belt. "Somewhat. Self trained, not a knight or anything. Just learnt from a couple books i found."
(Corin)
[20:04:41] The Sarradian seem to be in a way more brownish. Almost like one of the anicent times. Though he looked young as most would see the teen. The bleessing of a Sarradian was their appearance was hard to tell how old they were. Water after all gave them that blessing. He would smirk at the man with the answer he gave.

"Hmm somewhat trained? That is a strange answer friend. Though i met alot stranger than you around here. Also that is fine. I don't want to have such noble titles or call anyone those. It makes me think that a status effects the personality. We are taught magic and acrobatics at a young age. Though i have also learned combat for some strange reason."

He would show his sword skills off and do a small bow.

So what else could this man be seeking.

"So what brings you out in the fields? You looking for training with another also?"
(Musaka)


[20:17:29] "Well, mainly got this thing from an undead that could barely even crawl and just swing it about a little if i get in a fight. I'm not really trained, i just go by instinct." The man explained as he unsheathed the sword, holding it within the palm of his hand before setting the blade against the hard earth beneath him.

"And i suppose that's true. Race and titles never made sense to me. Hell, names don't make much sense either, but hey, you think like that when you haven't had one for most of your life. I'm Corin."

He looked about a little, taking in the surroundings as he gave a nod. "I came here to practise a little, yes."
(Corin)
[20:19:12] Corin: [Send again
[20:24:19] Well so he wanted to spar?! good this should be pretty fun for the two. He wanted to have some fun. It was not like he was getting it at the guild. Well he was fighting Bevolt and the others. Yet, it was going to get dull. He didn't want to be a shadow of any man for long. Being in a shadow so another can rise would mean he was just there to boost up there story.

Bringing his blade forth a smile would come on his face.

"Alright then i challenge you to a duel! Come and show me what you got Corin!" Fire would burst around him as he looked at the man. What and how would the ookami act on this challege.
(Musaka)
[20:32:51] A duel?

Well he was looking to practise and train afterall, this would probably do him some good then. Someone wo can help him guage his strength and weaknesses. Hooray for hopefully constructive critisism of his fighting style.

He hefts the blade out of its sheathe, flicking it over to rest the dull leather grip within the palm of his hand as what little shine left behind in what could have been a beautiful blade decades past had now worn to nothing.

Once flames had shown, the Ookami had decided to let his own magic show. His skin and clothes started to show a dark, green tinge that trickled down his form, this time thankfully not eating through his skin as a few thorny vines sprouted from the ground.

"I accept then. Let's see if i can actually figure something new out." He'd smile, crouching down and twirling the blade about. A backalley fighting style. One designed for tight corners as well as dirty tricks. A street urchin. That would explain his rather poor attire and withered sword.

(Corin)
[20:34:33] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:34:33] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:34:33] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:34:33] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:34:33] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:35:24] {combat} Corin has been defeated by Musaka! They're unable to continue fighting.
[20:35:24] Corin: [Literally ate every sear
[20:36:16] Musaka: (lol
[20:36:16] Musaka: ( yeah my build is really alot of elemtns
[20:36:16] Musaka: elements*
[20:36:16] Musaka: (omit
[20:41:23] The two would go at it. The blades clashing and the magic flying. Now as the fight begin it was already planned from the start on how he would approach this. The young lad would see his opponent vines. With that he would used the fire magic to cast the man back. Though as that was happening he would then palm strike him with lightning.

The use of nature was strong as the vines swiped at him.

He would easily and painfully regret killing the things. One thing he hated was fighting nature. Though he had to what he had to do. As the man would come into range. He would send down the slashes and knocking him to the ground. A smile on hsi face as he hoped to keep going,

"Ready to go again?"
(Musaka)
[20:50:46] Maybe overusing his vines in an attempt to disarm was a bad idea. While the vines were tough, they didn't quite have the reach, especially with Musaka knocking the caster along to throw off his aim.

He went rolling backwards before landing squarely on his feet. He wiped his nose as he grunts, lifting his body up while clutching firmly onto the blade. "Hokay...Definitely need a lot more practise."

He flicks the poison off of his clothes as it dripped onto the ground, trailing behind him as he gets ready with his blade once again. "Okay, let's ty again."
(Corin)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 10)
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: 5)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 9)
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: 4)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 8)
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: 3)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 7)
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: 2)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 6)
[20:51:37] Corin: [PFFFT
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: 1)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 5)
[20:51:37] Corin: (COUNTDOWN: Go!)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 4)
[20:51:37] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 3)
[20:52:28] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 2)
[20:52:28] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: 1)
[20:52:28] Musaka: (COUNTDOWN: Go!)
[20:52:28] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:52:28] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:52:28] {combat} You killed a Vine! (+1 EXP, +1cr)
[20:53:20] {combat} Corin has been defeated by Musaka! They're unable to continue fighting.
[20:53:20] Musaka: (gf
[20:56:44] The strikes were really coming in now. The man aggression had picked up dramatically and he was feeling it. He would be hit by whips and other magic of sorts. It was painful and confusing. Though his fire in his heart fulled him and it made him stronger than ever. As he would see his opponent try to get away he would use the earth to flip him back to a lighting palm.

With the man confused he would then unleash a burst of fire to send him flying. with that down. A wave of fire would destroy the vines. Corin was on the ground as the fight had come to a end. The teen had won his first spar. It felt okay but still a long way to go.

"You did well my friend. Yet, i have been training since i been a young boy. Your use of nature is amzing though!"
(Musaka)
[21:04:25] The spiky, throny mess of vines had come flying out, finding any openings to strike while Corin himself traded blow after blow with his sword against Musaka's. There was an animal like ferocity behind his strikes.

He did say he fought mostly by instinct.

Butr of course instincts on their own tended to be a quick way to lose against a trained magi. He had his ass handed to him as he fell to the floor, clutching the blade in case it potentially fell off the cliff face. That would have sucked.

"Oof...Never really picked up a sword save a couple years ago. Same with the nature magic. Trained more with that than the sword though, i'll admit." He gets up, dusting off his clothes before giving a little bow.

"Thanks for that, feels like i learnt something. I need to focus more."
(Corin)
[21:12:06] The fire would burn away and he would give a thumbs up. The positive young lad. Though he knew that he would need to work more harder if he was going to beat any of the guild members. They were even stronger than him. He had to work his way up. It was best if he strapped up more now then ever. The instinct of how the ookami fought made him adapt it into his own way.

"Make sure to brush up on both skills. Challenge different people. though becareful my friend. There all alot of people around here. Dangerous,kind, greedy, and full of hope. These are the kind of people you will meet in life and more. I have seen far to many and hope to gain enough strength to take them head on."

Looking at the man he would tilt his head.

"So what will you go pursue now?"
(Musaka)
[21:19:47] The vines had receeded back into the earth, or at least the ones not yet cut into confetti by the boy. The Ookami's poisonous aura also settled and simply dissapeared into the aether. the wonders of magic and what happens afterwards.

"'course. Maybe should practise poison as well, mainly so it doesn't eat my skin, eh?" He'd brush some spores off of his clothes for the wind to catch them and float down the mountain to sprout as new flowers.

"Met a lot of them back at Nostvale, place isn't exactly the kindest place to live but...It's home i suppose. As for me? Probably going back to Nostvale to see a few friends, they might have some work and leads for me to pursue."
(Corin)
[21:28:19] He want to use poison. Such a power could easily kill the slightest person. It was best indeed if the man did his studies on the power. Though during the fight it seemed the ookami knew how to control himself. So it was a good thing to be a person who had nature under control. The child would cough and then speak.

"So um if you do that Corin. I highly suggest you really look inot that magic. Poison magic is no for the feeble hearted. Your magic even in a spar could kill someone without even thinking about it. If that person isn't a certain type of user of healing or poison arts they would be in deep well you know."

The lad seen how posion worked. His people knew of using nature as tactics. The man would then speak of Nostvale.

"Was told to avoid that place. Heard its dangerous. Though maybe once i get a little stronger i will go see what it has to offer. Might be fun! also friends? If you are a good person i will start believing more to trust others from here as well."
(Musaka)
[21:35:08] "Oh...Huh, suppose it's best i only use it when i need to then. Got it." He scratched at his chin for a bit before peering over the cliff face he had climbed up from. Now how was he going to get-Oh right, nature magi. That made things easy.

A single, long, thick vine trickled down from the edge of the cliff, down to the land beneath them.

"Well, i can tell you now that sounds like a boring, lonely life. Open up sometime, life is more interesting with friends. You learn that quick." And with that advice, he'd hug the vine before sliding down the base with a wave as he shimmies his way down befre making a move towards Nostvale.

(Corin)