Raven vs Eques.

RavenBlackPhoen1x: It was rather quiet and a clear day out at the training grounds that stood right outside of the clan that was held underneath the grounds. Raven had been sitting in a Indian style where his arms were crossed over his chest. What he wore from head to toe was his fighting gear as he had gotten word from his dear friend Fao that someone wanted a spar of course he wanted and been seeking one of course. Since he had been his gear was all leather but the torso was plated around the upper torso area it was a light valeryian steel that could take all and any damage but to a certain extent as you would of course start to see the damage. The gauntlets on his hands were like clawed gloves but they had spikes running up along his arms to his shoulders where it was met with the fur of a black bear that was stitched to the back of his shoulders for a more grand outlook nothing more. His pants was of the same material but the plated valeryian steel covered his entire thighs underneath the fabric of the leather which for him the steel helped him more and not once has it ever hindered his movements or his speed in which was the best part of him. His boots were in fact valeryian steel entirely but covered in leather same as everything else on Raven which was the one thing as he always did have a habit of taking hits a lot and decided it was best not to go that route any longer. Along his left thigh was a satchel that carried 6 orbs of plasma 6 in a white orbs while the other 6 were black colored which he used the most in his most advance and double edge last resort when needed. He slowly stood up grabbing the blood soaked katana which was a 42" long katana which is the usual length of most from tip to pommel and the blade was 28" long. As Raven stood up his greenish eyes surveyed the area around him waiting for whoever it was as he had full advantage in this area due to the elements around him but the one thing that his opponent's never knew was his skin no his entire body was that of black flame's almost like a cloak. His tail uncoiled snapping across the ground causing the dirt too pick up each time it snapped it was a skeletal like tail that had a mind of it's own usually it would help him without him thinking it always was useful when needed. He sighed and took a small breathed before he exhaled slowly his heart rate down 20 points as he waited patiently. He placed the katana in his right hand and rechecked what was on him and reached in to his satchel afterwards knowing he also had three daggers two on his hips and the third was in his left boot; what he grabbed from the satchel was one of the orbs which he created from his own nerve systems of his body popping one in to his mouth and hiding it under his tongue for later use as he shouldered the katana on his right shoulder while in the meantime pulling up the scarf around his neck as his pointed ears twitched. The wind did pick up a bit and the water at the edge began too rise and splash across the banks of the island as he smirked under his scarf. " I do wander if I will have to use the elements for this fight or my own blood well we shall see."


EquesSanctus: ►► The scent of blood filled the air. Vanquished at that moment was the scent of the calm river, trouble boiled on the surface of serenity. The rustling of the leaves in the distance cast the sounds through the rocks and to the distant valleys and the howls of the wind whistled through the creases of the rocks hanging overhead across the water body. The mountain ranges surround as if they were a circle caging in an animal in her mind, perhaps that is exactly what God had planned. To cage in the animals from the outside world. ''𐍅𐍈𐌵 𐌕𐋏𐌆𐌽𐌊 𐌕𐍉Ｏ 𐌑𐌵𐌂𐋏...'' -- that deep, bass-baritone voice said. Uttering with the octave of an old and emaciated spirit whispering from the depths of a demonic plane of raspy syllables. But before she could reply, they had arrived. {C} ◄◄ The woman of ebony skin, standing tall and slender with eyes of black and follicles of midnight cascading with a bewildering effulgence down her visage and back; bared a height of an amazing five feet and eleven inches, 140 pounds possessed a physique of refined quality. Hardened muscle fibers --- it was impossible for a human to possess such strong bones and tissue. In fact, the density of them down to the consistency of the marrow didn't resemble anything human at all. The nutrients that are carried in the blood are the result of a body's condition, from bones to the very constructive cells that composed the human form. It was not a skeleton but rather, a suit of armor that protects the organs. A suit of fine plate armor. The entire structure of the anatomy was beyond awkward, perplexing in the way that the bones were not a mere singular shape but a series of segments - like a spine... or a bladed whip. of bones hiding beneath the skin. Even the shape of her shin bones was unique. They possessed an acute arch toward the bend of the knee. Only animals that possessed immense strength in their legs were born with such an item, yet this human being had -- was capable of running faster than any known land-based animal. Through the manipulation of her own blood, she unlocked the power to manipulate her anatomy at will; healing, regeration of lost limbs, sickness, disease, her own mind, and her own thoughts were no longer beyond her control. There was not a single aspect of her existence that she could not control, enhance or improve at will. {c} ◄◄ She wore a gambeson of scarlet, layered with riveted chainmail and boiled leather surrounding the abdomen. Piercing weapons had found such layers to be very potent in resistance, while it wasn't safe from an incredible force it was resilient against the majority of all cuts and tapered edges. Lightweight and durable, protecting the nape of the neck and all vital organs in tandem. The legs were guarded by a padded drape layered with chainmail and an underlayer of fur that fluttered, dismaying blade strikes tot he legs through the use of its weight and ability to disperse impact through cushioning. Leather sleeves and fluffed fur shoulder bracers also provided adequate defense against blows to those areas of the body by applying the same tactic of cushioning, dispersing the impact across the surface area using ampleness; however, it was not resilient to the weight of an immense object. And of course, who could forget the black steel-toed boots? Formidable against any attack to the feet, easily fending them off with the round surface of the foot using glancing for cuts or thrusts. {c}◄◄ ►► She was a Hemo-mancer, not by the fate of design but merely fate; an encounter that she didn't expect. Another's blood inhabits her veins. Two souls occupy a single vessel. One of great magical influence and one of tangible power over the mortal coil; the power to manipulate blood be it from within or from others, free-flowing or otherwise. Sanguinarian control, if she is allowed to touch another's blood she is feasibly capable of ceasing control of it and manipulating it in any way she saw fit. Death being instantaneous in that case. Blood-Sorcery and Scarlet Necromancy are deep-seated within the second soul. She can only acutely manifest these powers in forms of conjuration and traps and mirroring the castling of another foe's power only once. However, when the body enters a state of sudden, extreme tension the second soul will take over the body by using the habitual instinct of survival to suppress her consciousness -- allowing her the full use of Scarlet Necromancy and Blood-magic that would allow her to create blood energy; the energy of life which is derived from one's blood. Using the manipulation of blood energy, all things living and dead are subject to its power. She is able to manifest blood constructs from her own or another's blood. Any weapon she can possibly think of or any construct she could imagine is subject to her will. Her only limitation is the blood in her body. ◄◄


RavenBlackPhoen1x: Raven's greenish eye's shifted to the being who had came within the grounds and sighed. " Well about time seems you're my practice huh." It was more of a statement then a question as Raven's whole body shifted to a Sha No Kamea Stance; where the Katana can be held on either the left or right depending on the domain hand it's used with more, hence the left side of him was where he held the katana the most. Raven's right hand was placed above the handle without touching it where it gave him easy access for a quick draw effect within a defense and offensive counter. Raven set his eye's on his opponent as he calmed his breathing dropping his heart rate down another 20 which allowed him too concentrate on focusing on his surroundings his hearing being doubled, the strength added in his limbs allowing him too give power but fluid swings, as well as allowing him too further his speed when running as well his reflexes. He kepted the stance without moving as he was wanting too see what his opponent would do first as he always did with those who he never met and always was curious in what ability they would use first hand allowing him too figure out on what he would do in that moment and allowing him too figure out a way past there defense if they have any during that time frame they attack…other words he was going to test them as they would do the same to him. But he wanted to make the first move instead as he been wanting a fight; Raven muttered behind the scarf but loud enough for the new person too hear, " Verda druk ni shni schiender." The moment he voiced those words he used his energy to focus on the water that was all around the island to begin rippling as it took time for the water to begin rising up where he wanted but within those words there were another element he added with the water element word. (( Verda in ravens tongue is water and Druk is earth in case you ask.)) the earth he spoke of was spike that he attempted too cause to rise up at a 180 degree angle where it would burst from the ground a few feet away aiming at the female who had arrived not knowing who and what she can do but it was his way of seeing, if missed it would still give Raven time too focus on the water level that was rising up all around them like a tsunami was being in the mean time as there was another reason for it.



EquesSanctus: ►► Never before had an intention to kill been so great. How could a single person radiate so much murderous intent? It was a potent physical aura, and it was indeed what she intended to do. It was more than obvious in the blackness of her eyes. The intention had become active. Having asserted that the man's intention was a battle, she had taken a precognitive measure. The spike that erupted from the ground, the opponent's opening statement shattered against the surface of her body. Creating a belch of dust and raining detritus that completely consumed her in a thundering eruption. The small area of woolen layers around the arm had received ample damage to the surface area. Being that of a woman's arm, the sudden tugging motion accompanied by the force was activating the torque of her body, glancing off away from her upon her side. Dispersing the force across her back, leaving a notable tear in the woolen layers of the sleeve but not the cotton fur beneath that dispersed the impact... Amid the tolling of the waters and the sound of a spike's roaring burst against a solid wall of mortality, a silent ploy was released to close the distance between them. It was a thin yet dense object, no less than a pound. Its complex construction was that of a needle, shaped like a diamond kite upon its surface to cut through the air using great precision and accuracy with immense speed and density. By creating a bubble of compressed air in a sequence of veins and reversing the flow of her own blood, it would circulate to the palm of the hand from where it was taken from the lungs and build into the palm. Using a sudden exhale amid the impact to tighten the muscle and resist damage, the air is taken into the palm of the hand to form a chamber of compressed gas in the palm, then released in a sudden burst at a frightening velocity. A weapon made of clotted cells generates a projectile that travels at 2,500 feet per second. The narrow object becoming nay invisible to the eye, and amid the chaos of the exchange, it would be a phantom soaring towards Raven on a thread of scarlet tissue. Invisible to the eye, coursing through the air at breakneck speed to sick its mark. Theorizing that the opponent would attempt to move, this too would be apart of the plan. The moment they would dodge would create a window of vulnerability. A body cannot move in two directions at once, and when the projectile would be dodged, it would burst. Creating a sudden spray of blood from the small nucleus of sanguine energy in the center of the needle, effectively covering the target body in droplets of her blood. From their sword to their clothing. ◄◄



RavenBlackPhoen1x: Raven knew there we some things he could not see that traveled much faster than what most beings like himself and others could see or match but then there are some speeds that are beyond what he could follow and all he could rely on were his instincts too react to such things. As such things as Raven still focusing on the wall of water that was being created and focused on he was able too keep his attention on the fight as he noticed the spikes were destroyed it gave him some insight on what too expect if gotten up close with her. Giving a small smirk underneath the scarf Raven's body gave off a feeling that caused him too push off his feet and not too the side but backwards; as the strength in his legs were and had been added from the start due to his heart rate now being dropped by 20 both times before the person arrived and after it was now 40 which would in fact cause the leap backwards too give him great distance from the burst that would indeed splash the ground causing him too now be at the edge of the island and his back against the wall of water that was now 10 feet high (( which would be 10 stories if I am correct on that if not let me know)) and still within the same stance he was before without even leaving it. Raven spoke again in that chant like words to some it be invocating, to others chant, but to him it was merely him speaking his clans tongue to the elements. " Druk sile sni shi." The words focused from Raven's energy causing the ground from around himself and the female too begin erupting and breaking as cracks began to form along the islands surface before bursting upwards in debris which of course would cause no harm but a mild distraction in what was to come to the female if she had focused on the eruption it would then allow Raven too speak to the wall of water to begin crashing down all around them both which in turn if successful it would sweep them both off their feet and where Raven was at; would give him easy access too ride the waves towards his opponent where he would then follow up with grasping the handle of his katana pulling it free of it's sheath and releasing it in a broad right back hand sweep where the blunt end of the katana would instead reach his opponents gut intending on stunning with the right amount of pressure and strength needed too cause some form of damage if it went through.


EquesSanctus: ►► It was quite easy to note the sensation of a crimson liquid that was clinging to the opponent's clothing. It remained a wet consistency, and the droplets that trickled down the blade were fresher than the scarlet that had already stained the Tachi. What confirmed the notion of what had happened was the listless tendril of scarlet fluttering through the air. The opponent... had fallen into the woman's trap. There was only a short time before only God knows what would take place, but the droplets of blood that were upon the adversary were not his... A projectile that is capable of covering 2500 feet per second travels at the speed of sound, becoming a blur that most senses of physical perception are incapable of sensing. Thus, a backward retreat to the edge of the island would only be the factor to confirm the cogs were set in motion. The blood energy, serving as the nucleus was the precursor that marked this event as clandestine... the moment that the opposition had launched themselves backward using the energy stored in the soles of their feet, the nucleus was expunged. Delivering an unavoidable spray of blood that dispersed at the speed of the projectile and lost velocity when it landed. Confirming that it attached. The blood, under the stipulation of the woman's power, began crawling into the tsuba of the weapon, that was now being brandished from its saya. Droplets of blood that would crawl onto the now exposed blade after infiltrating the sheath would separate from the droplets of blood that now contaminated the wrapping of the handle. But... that wasn't all. Amid the distraction the opponent ensued, the storm of dust and rock was cast away by an intense pressure being expelled from the woman's body. Creating a powerful ensanguined aura that consumed her monstrously. Her ebony skin was consumed by a crimson fluctuation as every vein in her body rose to the surface of her skin. Her eyes had turned black as red veins consumed the vacant areas of her eyes. She increased the rate of her heartbeat to an insane amount of heart-beats per second, which would be lethal to any human being, but the constant recycling of cells, the production of oxygen and the abnormalities that modified her anatomy and internal organs paved the way for this advancement. Her speed had increased. Blood consumed her hands, seeping through her pores. Her fingers twitched and an unnerving crack burst from her curling digits. ''I'm going... to kill you!!'' Her smile distorted her visage with a monstrous insanity. The corners of her mouth sharpened until the skin was nearly torn, and her follicles fluctuated through the air wildly from the unprovoked wickedness of her aura. That deep, hissing voice she assumed in this transformation confirmed that every intention of killing was seated in her bones. {c} ◄◄ ►► The adversary strikes first, riding upon a wave of water towards their target only to find that the ground was left vacant. Tendrils of dust and shattered ground were all that were left in memory of her presence that was now a blur ascending through the air. Her knees, at the moment she anticipated the difference in their distances had gone completely limp. At the moment they bent, it produced a solid energy that launched her into the air at an incredible rate of speed. Focusing her lower gravity perfectly allowed her to hover at the correct angle to meet the opponent's attack. Her mind, which was now using a lethal form of processing created an insurgency of energy and extreme focus, which would increase her perception. Upon intercepting the attack, she would use the handle of the weapon that was swung to propel her self to the rocks and... take a swift swipe at the opponent's face. The whipping motion of the arm casting a powerful slash of a woman's nails to the flesh of the face to rend it deeply to cheek's tissues, and a swift splash of blood as a parting gift before she retreated. ◄◄


RavenBlackPhoen1x: Moving the way he was he never knew she had gotten blood on him most of all it had gotten on to his blade without knowing that he was falling for her trap which was something he was about to find out the hard way. In that moment of slashing at her Raven had taken note of the handle at that final moment even though it was slightly late in noticing but he took note as he leaned his head back but still felt the slash across his cheek as she still was able to graze him; in that moment she did he brought his right knee up attempting to counter and slam up in to her gut if successful his own skin would begin bursting outwards as he focused the point of his flames and the heat it gave off was that of lava but in a well controlled tempature of 700 celsus. As the flames would in that moment burn whatever blood she may have gotten ahold of as he did feel at the moment of her swipe, his blood being taken upon her nails. Raven's face gave off a note of seriousness as he was merely warming up but now he didn't like other's going for his blood as he sniffed her out and what she was now. " So that is how it is huh….fine." It was one of those moments where things would look still or frozen in time like as if two beings colliding in a moment where you knew it was coming to a good moment or a fight like…well this was or maybe one as the note in Raven's look and the female giving a sadistic like smirk as Raven's skin was now giving off a flame like look as if coming alive while bleeding blood down his cheek.


EquesSanctus: ►►With the contractual obligation being fulfilled, the pieces of her plan had all fallen into place. The opponent's flames began to arise to create a temperature that would contradict the water surrounding him, causing it to bellow into a wave of steam that would result in a mist spreading through the surrounding area to cloud her vision. However, the connection of her nails creating even a minor infraction on her opponent had fulfilled their agreement, and the raising of his body's temperature forcing the cauterization of the wound, cementing the transfusion of their blood. The result of her blood's parting command, the neurological impulse that conveyed it to course through the adversary's body and contaminates their bloodstream, in that fraction of a second was an attack on the brain. The result -- the brain would be forced to take on this blood and swell as a result, the consequential wound would create a deep, swelling puncture mark on the target's visage, alerting them to the immediate danger that was currently unfolding as their bodies had little means of combating this invasive entity. The blood coursing through their veins... was now subject to the woman's will. {c}◄◄  ►► In the attempt to cease control of the opponent, the brain swelling would immediately ensue the following symptoms. The arresting of movement and cognitive function; disabling the use of movement. Thinking would be prohibited, as the neurological functions were being sent into a state of disarray. The loss of control of bodily functions and memory, the end result being the inducing of violent seizures taking hold of the body. Imprisoning it in a state of unconsciousness that would normally result in death. However, stronger foes were more resilient because of their abnormal anatomies. And finally, the creation of a tumorous anomaly that would cease thoughts. In the woman's retreat, she had used the impact of the kick against her hardened abdomen to launch herself backward onto the rocks a good fifteen feet away to the overhead view of the rock overshadowing them. The soles of her boot drug against the surface of stone and she brought her cracking anatomy forward from its reel backward. The speed slumping her toward the ground, and her body no longer reacting in a human fashion. It was more akin to a corpse attempting to move. Flicking at high speeds and violent darting movements that were unpredictable. ◄◄