Runes, Clash and blood [Pub]

Another as it looked peaceful day in Frostvale, cold like usually but at least without mess going on and thats how Imeri perfered for it to remain. She listened to the conversation between Abram and other peoples while observing the town from time to time, ensuring that everything was alright and far fro many incidents.

Her behavior changed alot since she was promoted, she cared more about the towns safety and spent far more time on the streets than at home focusing on her studies over alchemy and rune scribbing, despite her clearly wanting to do it. She had a job now, serious one and planned to keep it as such for as long as she could, though clearly worrying about her family. Yamato was busy and twins often like to sneak out of the house to mess around the town, samilarly as their mother and her siblings in her young years.

Though these times have passed and she had different things to focus on now, one of them wast Frostvale, another her own family, something she did expect to ever have. She looked at the group and waited a moment before asking "So
any of you got any plans for later? I actually could use some good sparring."
(Imeri Ryozo)
Abram followed Wilfred's reply with a nod.

"Ah. In that case, welcome to Frostvale."

Before he could continue the boy noticed that Wilfred was holding his ears as if out of pain. Squinting his eye's Abram followed the Ookami's gaze until he found the source to be Price. Shaking his head and furrowing his brow Abram gave his attention back to Wilfred.

"Your ears have not adapted to city life yet have they?"

Chuckling a few times he looked over at Price. The boy was pummeling Abram with questions and excitement. Holding up his hand the Bull placed it on Price's shoulder before speaking.

"Calm it down. What I did is no concern of your's. If I find it fitting to tell you later on then I will. I ask that you do not ask me about it again."

It was more of an order than a question. He already was mentally scarred as it was. Abram did not need daily reminders as to the horrors of the Lair. Again the Allmiker went to speak but was interupted when Imeri spoke about a spar. Abram had promised Price some training and thought what better way to learn than to watch two older magi go at it? Thinking about it for a few seconds Abram nodded.

"Sure, Imeri. I can spar you if you like. Price needs to learn and watching us two go at it will be a good help. Wilfred."

The Bull's gaze shifted to the Ookami.

"Would you like to come along? It'll get you out of the city and help with your ears."
(Abram Allmiker)
Percival Whitefall: <*is flying*>
  Wilfred's gaze would dart back and forth from the now three people that surrounded him. He hoped they would quiet down, or he would have a chance to get out of the bustling city sooner than later.

  Finally, he heard Abram offer for a trip just out of the city and Wilfred quickly shook his head in conformation. He would not acknowledge the welcome, for he did not wish to add his own voice to the overwhelming noise. Standing up from his seat rather quickly, Wilfred would maintain his grip on his ears and wait eagerly for the trio to set off in a direction.
(Wilfred Nel-Toth)
"O-oh." Dissapointment audible, a quiet few moments pass before shaking off the dreariness that was the exchange.

"Guess ya ain't popular at parties, but that's alright." A small chuckle as if trying to liven up the athmosphere for himself, though then the talk of a spar made the boy curious. Months of being cooped up in a city, away from anything adventury in nature, had made the lad a tad bit restless.

"That sounds interestin', I've never seen two stronger folks goin' at it." Adding in, he was ready to follow whenever the two would get going. Though, noticeable he would be annoyed at moving with the leather armour. It sure seemed like he had some growing up to do at the very least, or better yet getting something that actually fit him. Then again, as a man that would be living life on the seas, armor might be a thing he'd skip out on down the road.
(Price Calimsha)
Imeri smirked and took out cigarette out of her pocked, slowly moved it to her lips and lighted it with small flame sparked at one of her fingers, instantly using it to ignite her cigarette and puffing out a small cloud of smoke, sighing somewhat relieved. She looked at Abram before jumping into the air and speaing

"Grand, I won't lie, I missed to spar people, life went busier since I started my own family and began proper research so I really had no time to spar people, I won't mind anyone observing, it will be good experience for them."

She chuckled, idea of others observing the spar was nice and actually giving oportunity to see if anyone would be interested to sign up for her school, she wished to share her knowledge and she would be glad to accept more student.
(Imeri Ryozo)
The Ryozo woman decided to take Abram up on his offer to spar her. They exchanged some back and forth conversation then headed out to the East training grounds. It seemed they had grown an audience. This did not affect Abram though. He was used to it from having fought in the Grand Tournament. Once the group arrived at the destination, Abram and Imeri took their places out infront of the group.

The Bull rolled his neck a few times to release the tension there in a few popping sounds. A moment later and his right hand reached for the hilts of his blade. Abram thought about it for a moment and decided that he would test out his new sword.

Grabbing the hilt of The Mind Taker, Abram instantly felt it's effects. If he were of weak mind than he would surely submit to them, however he was not called the Bull of Frostvale for nothing. Wondering how far he should take the battle Abram released a shroud of raw Energy around him, not his Ancestral Wrath. A second later and mana began to flood into his limbs and body futhering his strength.

He gave a nod but did not speak. No reason to.
(Abram Allmiker)
Sigmund felt the cold breeze. It was very cold as always near frostvale. He pulled his cloak closer to him. He walked into the city. The place was busy as always. He looked around and saw drakanites all around. "Wow so many draks gosh i would like to live here but to much republic scum." he starts walking up to the crowd. They seem to be in a conversation.

He was shocked when he saw Abram. Very excited also because this was a chance for him to fight the guy again. Last time they fought the man left a huge scar on Sigmund's chest. He bled a lot that day very badly. He then follows the group of people to the area where him and Abram fought. "Gosh its been a long time since i been here" he thought.

He was a adult now as he thought of old memories. "Abram what have you gotten yourself into. This woman looks strong and if your fighting her it must be something to see" he thought. He walked over to where the others were and sat down by them and looked on. Hopefully, he would get a good show out of this.

(Sigmund)
They quickly moved out of the Frostvale, reaching the frozen plains ones that she used in the past for her practice and experiments over magic, now used as sparring ground. She chuckled loudly and extengiushed the smoke in her hand before taking out an odd looking token from her bag, it had weird runes envarved on it, which instantly began to glow as she moved the token to her forehead.

The token itself exploded with blinding light as it began tranforming into a mask which soon covered Imeris head, hiding her hair and face underneath it. She exhaled loudly and released her gathered cosmic energy, allowing it to envelop her body and amplify it with its power, instantly sparking her runes to life and allowing them to glow faintly.

She was already flying and was in middle of the process of lifting and transforming the gathered ground and rocks into earth and magma balls, it didn't took her long before she nodded towards Abram, speaking "I am ready to go."
(Imeri Ryozo)
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  Wilfred observed as the group began to depart and waited a moment before following. Although Wilfred wasn't shy, he didn't like it when people walked directly behind him and didn't want to make himself more uncomfortable. Once arriving to the training grounds, Wilfred took a spot beside a nearby tree nd uncovered his ears. It was much more peaceful on this side of the wall, and the cool air was refreshing.

  After setting himself in the snow, Wilfred would watch in amazement as the two prepared themselves. The energy that surrounded the female was forign to him, however the blue energy that surrounded Abram looked scarily similar to his fathers. He remembered seeing it only on rare occasions, when his father was particularly upset with him.

  Suddenly the two of them began fighting! Wilfred watched in amazement as he saw his first real spar, and began taking notes on Abram's style. Although the female magi was equally as impressive, Wilfred knew that he inteneded to use the same sort of style as the man. Jumping full heartedly into the fight rather than casting mana from a distance. Although the man seemed to have lost the first spar, he still hoped to get the chance to possibly ask him for guidence.
(Wilfred Nel-Toth)
Imeri sighed and quickly jumped into offensive with her spells flying around and directly at Abram, trying to give him as little time to react as she possibly could, knowing that the fight wouldn't be easy for her. Her arms kept moving and so did her body and eyes, hidden behind the mask. She was observing her opponents movement, following his each step and attack, waiting for right moment to respond.

She constantly kept dodging and responding with her magic, sending gravity and earth to stun and get her opponent closer before hauling joined barrage of elements and types of magic she possesed. Combining flames and earth to scoarch the earth and form a magma, making it harder to nagivage on the ground while her star rain and earth shattering waves already were on their way, further distracting her opponent, giving her opportunity to prepare large meteor before sending it with grunt at her opponent.

She acted quickly and so did her spells, soon sending her opponent to the ground with her final wave before halting everything and ensuring that Abram was alright and willing to continue their spar. She gave him a moment to gather up and get back on his feet before deciding to prepare herself once more for next tround.
(Imeri Ryozo)
Once Imeri gave the go Abram ran forward. The girl spewed out her powerful magics and took Abram by surprise it seemed. OR rather shit lag caused him to stay in her aoe's for several seconds.

The two fought back and forth, powerful magic against powerful melee attacks. Abram got in a few of his own good hits, causing massive damage to her armor and body. But it seemed that the womans magic was just too much, or rather lag was just too much.

From the extreme heat of the Magma magic to the searing power of the astral abilities, Abram had to back off. He looked at her for a moment and gave a nod. The sword he was using was indeed good but he needed to practice with it a lot more. That said the male sheathed it and grabbed the hilt of the massive Cleaver on his back. Unsheathing it Abram held it down to his side. One would notice that his Energy aura began to change, it looked like it was growing larger, more dangerous in a sense.

The Ancestral Wrath came into full effect as it overpowered the Energy shroud. The new lighter blue aura roared around him, giving him a different appearance than before. A powerful wave shot out over the snow and blew a lot of it up and around. Parts of his unseen hair began to turn blue while both of his eye's completely turned the same shade. Not even his pupil was seen. Rolling his neck from side to side once again the Bull did not speak. There were no need for words to be swapped.

As soon as Imeri would give the go ahead, Abram would rush back into the fight. He would not lose again, or rather could not.
(Abram Allmiker)
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Sigmund eyes opened wide as the two battled. This was a amazing fight. The power of cosmic, gravity, fire , meteor and everything was going around. The blows the two dealt each other was so immsense. He felt the power rush as the two fought on. His smile almost seemed sick to those around. He gripped his blade as it was shaking.

"Wow so he is way more stronger than before" he thought. The guy powers were out of Sigmund's league. He didn't know ho to approach this situation. Not one bit he could have done it. He saw the look around the others faces and understood. Last time he saw a great fight was when Gaea had fought the queen of frostvale.

He remembers how they koed each other. Their powers were close to that of that fight but wasn't all the way there. He knew one day he will have a power like that and fight a opponent strong as the two before him.
(Sigmund)
Well the two of them dashed in again. Like before, Imeri ran about casting her spells and what have you. It was annoying. Abram had always hated casters, he thought them to be cowards they way they ran about and threw their spells. He hated them.

Back and forth they went. Powerful magic thrown at him like before, while Abram attacked with his sword without mercy. Every time his blade would connect it felt like hundreds of thousands of pounds were coming down upon the woman. Dents in her armor, cuts on her flesh and what have you. That said, Abram would retain several harsh burns and stinging bits of flesh on his body from the Magma and Cosmic magics.

After a few mintes of back and forth Abram found an opening and dashed right through a powerful Flamethrower spell. The heat got him good on the chest area, but his sword was what brought an end to the round. He brought it to the side of Imeri's chest and the force caused her to fly to the side. Rather she controlled her flying was beyond Abram as he was already backing up and getting ready for the next, last, round.

Checking himself over for the worst of the wounds and burns the Allmiker had. After such he rose his blade and stared at his opponent. This time would decide who won, Abram had to. He had an overwhelming want .. no a need to best her in combat. Whatever had happened in that Lair had surely changed him.
(Abram Allmiker)
Price simply watched on in earnest silence, reminding himself to not keep his jaw wide open. He was in complete awe, for he had never seen battles of such great skill and power within his short life. Strength and speed, blade versus magic. It was like watching two great figures embodying the unbriddled might of the world itself. It was this day that he had seen what the road of magic mastery might place him at. At a pedestal, far above the normal man, almost an unfair advantage to control such power over the world itself.

He watched as Abram had given an inch in the first round of their spar, the womans flight, control of scorched earth, and even shooting of a vidid yellow energy that all pelted his would be teacher. The sight he was seeing was possibly the things that he too might need to contend with in the future, to charge boldly amongst the flowing strikes of the elements and to attack with the determination to win. Truthfully the child was lucky, for the things that Abram had seen, with his strength, and to be affected by them. It too had a signifance to the boy, and it also showed him a figure to hope to aspire to. No, to even surpass. For if he were to explore the seas of Valmasia one day, even greater strength of body and mind would be needed.

As the second round was about to begin, he watched as his mentor drew out the blade he was more aquainted to seeing on their back. The change in their aura, and the waves of power that emenated from his blue silhouette, it was like looking at the visage of a beast. In the same sense, the astral imbued Imeri still held her ground and contended equally. Truthfully the image of the two's spar would be ingrained in the lads mind for eternity, and he was just about to witness the tie breaker.
(Price Calimsha)
Second round began and they clashed, same as before Imeri gave Abram as little time to respond as she could, though with difference of sending her metor first before actually going on with rest of her spells, giving him as little chance to repsond as possible while she gathered more earth for her barrages. She suddenly cursed as her head began to feel oddly light for a short second and her nose began to bleed a little, she sighed and focused as she knew that her inprefected runic enchantements strained her body, slowly getting her to her physical limits.

She had to finish the spar quickly before she would have pushed herself too far with her yet another experiment. Her attacks looked to be tad slower than before, leaving her far more open than before, giving Abram more oportunities to strike her and quickly bring her to the ground, quickly ending the second round with her facing the cold, frozen soil.

She needed a moment to take out one of her vials, uncork it and drink its content, whatever it was, allowed her to quickly stand up and jump back into the air, soon facing her opponent, observing him and preparing herself for another round, at this point she didn't care if she would have won or lost, her experiment was concluded and she learned what she had to improve with her runic enchantement.
(Imeri Ryozo)
  Wilfred continued to watch in amazement as the two clashed for a second time. Something was differant this time, he watched as the aura around Abram became denser and more intense and it was obvious to him that he must have been holding back. His eyes remained locked on the man, making note of some of the stranger movements he made, and began flexing his small arms in anticipation of each swing.

  The mage seemed to be losing the endurance game and was brought down by Abram this time. A wide smile crossed Wilfreds face as he witnessed the mans feat and caught the scent of fresh blood from the both of them. His eyes narrowed as the woman began to get up again, pushing himself from the ground to get a better look at what he assumed would be the conclusion to the spar.

  Although he did not cheer aloud, he was rooting for Abram in his head and wished for a spectacular ending to the spar.
(Wilfred Nel-Toth)
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Abram watched as Imeri drank from her vial and seemed to be revigorated from the liquid inside. The Bull was unsure what it was but did not care so much. It was a spar between fellow teachers.

Once she was ready and was back up Abram eye'ed her up and down once more. He knew that in order to win he would have to dodge her thrown abilties while staying out of her areas of effect. There were several in which the woman had, fire, magma, cosmic all the like. Each one brought it's own power, each one brought it's own unqiue pain.

Finally the two clashed together in a final show of their power! Fire, Magma, Astral abilities flew at Abram while he dished out several harsh attacks of his own. Like before massive pounds of pressure and force were behind each and every swing. Every one that connected to the older woman was devistating. They caused her to either be thrown to the side or to the ground.

Despite this heavy pummeling assault, Abram was burnt and scortched harshly. New scars were to form over the areas where the worst burns were. Mostly around his ankles, legs and chest. These slowed him down, made his movements a lot more difficult to produce. However, the Bull of Frostvale did not earn his title for nothing!

Dashing in the male brought his sword down upon Imeri's chest. Of course he held back, even pulling back on the amount of force and power he was using. He did not want to kill her or seriously maim her. Abram thought of them as friends or at least something of the nature given they worked in the same school. That aside, the sword hit her squarely and caused a massive wave of power to shoot through her body and into the ground around her.

Those around would notice the small quake as their bodies began to shake. Even the tree's around began to shake. Knowing this brought an end to the spar Abram backed up and nearly fell, infact he did but only to one knee. His large Cleaver like sword stabbed into the ground beside him, helping him proportionate his weight. He was breathing heavily.

"Good fight. You are very strong."

Who would have thought that the Bull would have dropped to a knee? Anything was possible, well within reason anyway.
(Abram Allmiker)
Potion she drank partly helped her with lost energy and fixed the damages caused by strain applied by her runic enchanement, for long run usage of her imperfected power was risking her with pernament physical damages and even possibly result with her death. She had to quickly end their spar before it would get too serious and result with her body requiring another year to recover from the strain.

Same as before first flew her meteor this time used to buy her enough time to gather enough earth to use it directly in her strikes against her opponent. Her strikes flew with similar speed like in first round, giving little time for Abram to react, instantly burning, scratching and burishing ihm though none of her strikes were strong enough to leave long term or even pernament damages on his body, Imeri was skilled enough to know where the line between spar and real fight lingered when it came to her spells.

Their fight went for a good while until her vision suddnely blured and her gravitional flight was disturbed, nearly sending her against the ground, in last second she forced herself to keep her flight up and focus on her opponent, spotting a blade flying at her, giving her only enough time to send her palm forth infused with her gravitional push spell, forcing both of the forces to clash and push away, result was devastating for the surrounding, though it was clear that Imeri was going to loose as suddnely she found herself flying backwards, with just enough mana left to slow herself from slamming against the rock and possibly breaking her bones, though still ending up on the ground, exhusted and drained.

She felt the world spinning around and hear a loud ringing noise in her ears, she deactivated her runes and suddenly a odd shiver flew through her body, soon joined by something traveling up from her stomach, forcing her mouth open as she vomited with blood which quickly bean to drip through the holes and cracks in her mask. She slowly moved her hand towards her mask, removing it and allowing to return it to its origianl state, revealing her pale skin and partly dried blood around her mouth and nose. She clearly looked as if she was capable of passing out at any possible moment, feeling too faint to look up towards Abram or even respond to him, fighting her sudden will to just close her eyes and let her mind and body to fall unconscious.
(Imeri Ryozo)