Garuda's Wing Dev, COD Spar with Boyd

Boyd Montblanc: Nah, just a conventional one.
Jinsei R. Silverwing: Ah.
Boyd Montblanc: There -should- be no risk of losing control here, buuut if you wanna have a few tag along Avis just in case.
Jinsei R. Silverwing: Lead the way then..I've been meaning to catch up on me skill hehe..I suppose I'll have one other Avis, maybe Zakai can come later.
Boyd Montblanc: Well come along then? Morri can watch from the padded seat, less firm than a wood stool.
Jinsei R. Silverwing: Mhm.
Jinsei R. Silverwing: Goin Garudian today.
A nod as he came to the battle grounds having left moments before after having sparred with Kina, Boyd was needing a good strong opponent to actually build some muscle against, or some sort of real growth, his muscles itched and the mystic energy was wanting a release.

Fortunately Jinsei had accepted his request, the desire to spar was something Boyd often supressed, however he was in a bit of an adrenal flux. That being that he needed to get it out of his system, otherwise he might be reckless durring the war. For sake of his performance, it was fortunate that Kina hadn't been further along in her strength, as if she were, perhaps Boyd would be being reckless right now, in challenging Jinsei to a spar, but she wasn't and so Boyd was raring to go!

Once more his hand gripping The Transcendant Blade's hilt he wonderred just how long Drachelowen could be like this for, and if it was taxxing on the weapon at all to be in this 'soul' form for so long, having had it out for so long, although that was a back-mind curiousity as he prepared to spar with Jinsei once more, after another short expanse of time without sparring him.

It was time to see how much Jinsei had grown since their last go at fighting. As per the norm with the two against one another, Boyd wasn't intent on holding back against Jinsei, and he would begin. Mystic versus Mystic, once more, the third battle.

"Good luck Jinsei, let's see how strong you've gotten kid!" He let out a great laugh as he began his charge, this was not normal for Boyd's fighting style, wasn't he a Fomarian swordsman? Why was he going Garuda?
(Boyd Montblanc)
Lead to the battle arena of tilandre where he and his old teacher would be sparring one another here again but in the change of time. The two both progressed greatly, Jinsei on the vurge of catching up to Boyd, perhaps one day he'd be able to finally defeat the old man, though the man was not old really and the two were both one of the very well initiated.

He reached for the hilt of his sword, Sento, drawing it out from the sheat that was laced to the left side of his hip, along with such the young teen drew out three seperate powers, one of the gravitational pull along with wind and the true power of the mystic, his carnal being known as the Hawk , a bird that flew high within the skies.

He nods at his teacher when taking this form, this being a combined form of the Orbital Tempest and the Mystic powers Along with his Wind prowess..He said to him calmly while giving himself some time to manage and forge the three all together..

"Yes, something that will pierce that defense of yours..Hehe, with my speed..This should be enough.." he said to his teacher even though the power of energy was to silence ones ability to cast magic, Jinsei would have to take such a risk, his body emitting a silver glow, his hair flowing within the air, going up , that's where it went. His Mystic powers bursting from below, his feet no longer upon the ground, the orbital stance taking it's place, Sento brimming with both life and power..

He was prepared to utilize the Garuda Crushing Claw Strike..
(Jinsei R. Silverwing)
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Well, that was a slobberknocker, he felt a throb even from the carnal inside for a brief moment. He grit his teeth and bore through it, the heavy clashes of Sento, bright sparking flashes from the edge of the sword, disorienting Boyd as Jinsei continued small onslaughts ontop of this dazed state, barely able to keep up as the fight slowwed back down between the interstitial skirmishes that Jinsei brought upon the dazed mentor.

Perhaps with Sento Jinsei could actually be a worthwhile opponent to forward the mystic arts upon? Perhaps Jinsei wasn't the child Boyd thought him to be.

As if a last ditch effort of focus, with another throb from the carnal self as he drew up some well of strength and valor." You may have gotten alot stronger, Jinsei! YET I AM STILL THE MASTER!" Drachelowen's edge became embibed with a crysalis wave of energy, veiled by what was a pristine coat, the heavy chime as a final blow struck out, putting an end to their first bout rapidly, striking Jinsei down and letting the playing field finally level out.

His student had taken much out of him in the first go, this fight was rivalling some of the harder battles he'd gone into in his lifetime, and that took alot to say. He looked to Jinsei. "Nothing broken is there?" Indeed, Boyd acknowledged that against most of the less durable foes that Valmasia had to offer, perhaps that last strike would have proven quite deadly to anything weaker than a giga yokai. This being fact even still, however with the fact that Boyd noticed Jinsei lace Sento defensively at the last second, it was certain that at worst Jinsei was laid flat on the ground and frankly perhaps was a bit of a mess from the enomrous blow.

Boyd panted, even taking a knee briefly, that was a hard fight, and it took so much out of Boyd, was the student reachign that point where the teacher was becoming inferior? It seemed not today would be that day, but maybe it were soon upon the encroach. Knelt for a quick breather, panting swallowing to catch his breath.

"Damn that was the closest bout I've had in a long time Jinsei. . . praises? You've earned them. That Garuda style swordsmanship of your own, was quite impressive." Finally composed enough to get back to his feet for a second go, he grinned glad to have a strong foe, to push his limits against.

. . . and break them
(Boyd Montblanc)
This was their first spar and seems that things were already getting intense between the two, Jinsei having the edge on speed despite him being naturally lower than Boyds, with his eyes on the teacher he said .

"I utilize a skill called Garuda's Crushing Claw Strike..Something that usues Gravity's compressioning..The Furry of wind..And a powerful smash of striking power to end it all out, strong enough to shatter a majority of this arena I was told, hehe I utilized it in a tournament once and won, but then it was not as matured as it is today you see...This brings me to the point of infusing both Wind And Mystic to form the Garuda Wing formation...And I shall fly with it.."

He said , holding his passive sword, a sword made for the likes of Jinsei, not wishing to kill anyone the blade was grinded to be blunt and not sharp unless coated with energy to do so..This being made sure by the blackmsiths that Jinsei always visited and made sure to keep it as such during any magical enhancements, so he stared off at the older man and said. Panting from the fatigue state he was in.

"After all...I've became a beacon for most, human or not, I plan to continue as such, with the sword of man..Sento's spirit and I are one..Both forged in battle." he said before going in with his charge. Second round starting.
(Jinsei R. Silverwing)
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The young teen losing the second round to Boyd, he wondered just how this seemingly simple spar end up to something so fierce as a battle, he held his sento close to him, he could have drawn out the curtana on his back and used it from it's cutting edge, but he did not..Sento taught the holders to be merciful and not to kill, a holy blade almost as it continued to shine it's radiance of life and power.

He began to see that this stage of their spar was not going to be a safe one if they continued "Oi, maintain self control teach.." he said to him simply while waiting for their battle to continue, the Avis guards around the arena watching, probably not much help if they did join in to help if Jinsei were to call them.

He stood his ground, keeping his stance of the Orbital tempest stance and the mystic power at bay, something at a level of his control with the help of Sento and his own Will as well, he just stood there, waiting for their3rd round to begin..
(Jinsei R. Silverwing)
There it was again that throb, yet. . .something was different this time, he felt the throb as it sank through him. There were no words as Boyd started to flow a snarl across his face as the otherwise placid demeanor began to grow turgid, furious even, as though whatever was going on Boyd wanted nothing to do with. "Sorry Jin, guess it had to happen eventually." What was Boyd talking about?

As the flurry of blade strikes continued to meet, all real style in Boyd's attacks witherred, diminishing to little more than instinctual blows, aimed at weakpoints in Jinsei's stancing, great cleaving strikes, feinting dodges, even exploiting what seeme dlike misses before to evade being held down, even stilll getting grappled by clutching throes of gravitational mana.

It was crunch time as Drachelowen was low to the ground, tip angled, suprisingly, away from Jinsei, however this was merely a new instinct, to conceal the direction his strike came from, was it high? Low? Kraus! That barely missed Jinsei's shoulder, wiffing wide, followed up by a harsh sucker punch to the chest just below his throat.

Even going as far as taking advantage of the dazed state the punch would have likely left JInsei in and finishing the bout, the mild joke returning, all too wrongfully to be just such a innocent mise as Boyd finally spoke. "Up, one must get, finished this is not." the shear volume of agression held within the eyes as Boyd had shown himself to not be so perfect as he claimed to be, without failure in maintaining himself over the carnal beast inside.

The Graces of Ryujin and the gentile mise of Kraus. Nothing kept Boyd bound now, no limits put on his strength were retained. Jinsei would have to do well to take Boyd down in a way that wouldn't leave him without the strength to keep going on, as Boyd, in this state, was not in true control, the malady of the pent up stresses, fears, angers, everything he dealt with inside this instinctive personality behind the rationale of Boyd, it was all together different, perhaps Miq'thota was in a far better control than Boyd ever was capable of, as her speach was always as Boyds had become.

The thick demeanor from the instincts as he grit his teeth, lunging into combat anew this vigor, where had it come from? Where was his strength abound? Boyd wasn't holding back, however perhaps this state had blinded his actual power somewhat, many new weakpoints openning to Jinsei, if he could capitalize upon them, perhaps he could get his teacher back into being lucid.
(Boyd Montblanc)
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Being an intense round as this was between both teacher and student. Sento kept it's loyalty to Jinsei's will and supported him like it always has in every fight before this, allowing him to swing his blade fluently and swiftly while delivering a blunt edge to block and prevent some certain movements..However as Jinsei and Boyds fight lead on, the two soon came to a close end on this round.

Jinsei delivering the final blow but falling shortly behind Boyd..It was a draw between the two this time, a tie even however there was one more round to go and Jinsei needed to prove himself more, well atlease he did not take eleven rounds to get Boyd down once, he had grown MUCH more powerful than he was a long time ago..

He decided to switch blades for this round, it being less serious he said to his loyal sword "Sento...How about we tag out this one.." the sword began to dematerilize into pure mana, going back into Jinsei's right arm as a tattoo.. He then drew out his curtana to prove his skill and might for this round.

"Souless sword...*sigh* But It'll be much needed for we are the initiated.."
(Jinsei R. Silverwing)
Blades clashed, the snarling tongues of the mystic whom had priorly kept his lucidity all through training, even further in training where there was a legitimate chance that failure would have proven to be deadly for the warrior had Boyd been the failure in quesiton.

The light sparking of Sento against Drachelowen, two blades meeting face to face in heated combat, The groan of two great weapons girding against one another, many struggles pushign between the two, once more finding necessity to evade the compressive waves of Jinsei's magics.  The crunch of bone as joints popped with mana flowing and pushign them around at excedingly hastened pace, particularly in ways Boyd hadn't moved in years.

The battle had been fierce, and the beast sated, so it would seem, Boyd was on the ground this time, rather than flat on a knee, a groan being the first thing out of his mouth, by Kraus everything was sore, arms, legs, there was even the warm tingle of blood from where Sento had broken the skin, it'd seemed he had to have been subdued, for the sake of survival, ah he had lost control before it'd seem.

Slowly Boyd rose. "I'm just about spent. . . Dunno if I've got the rest of the fight in me or not, I feel like I just turned myself into a pretzal and undid the knots. Whew. . ." It'd seem that Boyd was aware that he'd been fighting and had no recollection of the bout that'd passed. blood trickling from shallow wounds as Boyd drew Drachelowen up once more. "You're strong Jinsei, and I'm proud to be your mentor." That was something, a step towards appreciating Jinsei's work for the people, as indeed were Boyd to have gone into that state in the middle of a crowd of citizens? The poor folk would be without any hope of being spared Boyd's unbridled blows.

Exasperation, showing by-way in the form of an exhaled breath, a sigh. "Yea, let's get this overwith sooner rather than later, I'm going to need to sit or lay down after this." He chuckled briefly before continuing, "I'm getting too old."
(Boyd Montblanc)
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The rising tide of flurried strikes, clashing steel, mana flowwing freely and bashing against one another's the concourses of mystic prowess, leaving a copious miasma of mystic energy about as the battlefield clears, left panting and dazed, Boyd and Jinsei were standing apart, still in the final bout, or so it would be.

Lunging in with a smirk. "Very good, you've learned well in your time, Jinsei, you're rivalling your mentor quite well here." A chirp of Drachelowen, as he threw in a bit of instinct on this next blow, rather than overhanded with the blade of Drachelowen, a right-sided swing, with the heft, a powerful slam pushing Jinsei down to the ground, without cutting or damaging the soulless blade in the hand of his foe for this fight.

How exhausted he'd become from the fight, the uncomfortable hand came down, extended from the left with Drachelowen up on the shoulder of the right. "Y'do me proud every day kid, to know even one of my students does good for even a fraction of Valmasia every day they breath. It's enough to make me know I could pass on without worry." He waited for the boy to take his hand and whence he did a smile erupted across his face.

"Ah, I could use some r'n'r. . ." A brief cough coming as he simply dismissed the mystic energy from employ, the harsh battle proving that even Boyd needed to a hand wryly going to rub his neck idly as Drachelowen was sheathed and Jinsei had been returned ot his feet.
(Boyd Montblanc)
Seems like in this battle it was ended but with a close call! Jinsei thought about it as he battled against Boyd that he'd defeat him today <DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS! > he swung his curtana towards the Drachelowen with a mighty clash <DO IT!> he continued to think with an intense mind set mid spar.

He even had to duel wield in the middle ,drawing forth Sento ,or rather summoning it , clashing with the teacher and mentor of his once more, their blades releasing many sparks <Yesterday you said tomorrow! If you continue to frail behind then it wont happend and it will be another day!>  their foot work, their movements at such high speed breaking records , their spar never being so intense when Jinsei was a child <JUST DO IT!..MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!> he preformed many Garuda like tactics holding both Curtana and Sento, a mixture of Heavens Blade and Hells Might.

"HA!" their might clashing, their will fighting, only to come to Jinsei's defeat, was he to see this day.  His aura of the Garuda Wings soon to parish, something that gave him an edge this entire fight, despite his teachers lack of control in earlier rounds risking the boys life. He grinned alittle, panting, gasping for air, standing up, eyes dartted to Boyd with the two blades to be sheated, Sento within a laced sheath to the elft side of his hip, while Curtana went to a sheath on his back..

"That was a bit more riskier than things were eight years ago..But I am glad that I make y' proud.." he smirked with some blood here and there, his body and armor dented and cut , on his feet now, looking back at anyone else who may have came along...

 The Human Ryujinite , Envoy Of Freedom
(Jinsei R. Silverwing)