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Sliding backwards while still gasping the handguns with a death grip, the whole event was wildly symbolic of just how far Aragon had slid in his own training. Five years ago, Masato would have had a hellish time even coming close to landing an simple attack as such, but now Aragon had to slam his shoulder into the wall to pop it back in. It was a desperate reality hit that for the former General was hard to swallow.

Rotating his shoulder, a symphony of pops and cracks echoed within Aragon’s body. He kept a straight and defiant look however deep down he feel the disapproval from his former student. He was in disapproval of himself. It was shameful just how much he had allowed himself to forget in such a short span.

Brutishly reminded of exactly who stood before him, Aragon put his brain to work. He was back in Orpheus mode. Studying his adversary and attacking the information from a poker mindset, reading body language for cues and tells. This time he was prepared though, knowing that if Masato caught him in this mode it would be game on.

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The distance was closed between Choko and her target quickly, her knife flashing forwards - a dim gleam of light reflecting off its blade - in preparation for a killing strike. Her eyes, confident in her stroke, met the Major's.

Wait.

Wait.

The untrained Advent's lungs exploded, crushing inwards as though she'd been moved to the bottom of the ocean. The formerly onyx irises of Mouko now sparkled with an amber sheen. A palpable outline - vermilion - radiated outwards from her form. The young woman's reiatsu had been loosed, a presence so powerful it demanded physical shape.

Choko buckled downwards, grasping feebly at her chest. Sachiko and Edward were not spared: some unseen force pressing the air from their lungs like a vice, buckling their knees and throwing them into a cold sweat.

No, not even the other group remained unaffected. Caleb and Aragon both hissed with their following breath, the air coming more slowly than it ought have. Miki gritted her teeth, legs beginning to sway under the force of the Major's power. Even Masato's eyes darkened, his chest heavy with the presence of his protégé.

Mouko's words bit at the air, as she stood over the prone form of Choko. "Won't happen again? I assure you, Kisarage, and all others gathered here: it will most definitely happen again."

"It will happen every single time we act as you do. Every time we throw ourselves towards the fight, heedless of the danger. The line between bravery and recklessness," she snapped, reiatsu intensifying briefly, "is skill."

The vermilion silhouette swiveled slightly, and the pale sheen of amber locked onto Miki briefly, before returning to her own charges. "Do you think this is about us? About any of us?"

A flash in the darkness, leonine irises illuminated in a warm bath of bright orange energy. The forms of two tigers alighted in the darkness, their forms a swirling mass of energy contained only by Mouko's will. Snarling, one lunged for Sachiko. The other, Edward. Both, with claws bared.

An instant later, the Major's reiatsu abated, and the oxygen-starved trio was spared further punishment.

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Notes
Sorry for affecting the other group. Ended the effects quickly enough so as to not disrupt anything going on over there, but keep in mind that things that happen to one group can affect the other. Tigers have respective Combat stats of 9500.

Resonance: 1600/22,500 (7%)

EDIT: Putting in stats and Awakening for references.

Reiatsu: 45,000
Ryouki ~ 49,500
Shuryouki ~ 58,500
Combat: 19,000
Agility: 7,000
Fortitude: 19,000
~ 55,000₢ / 55,000₢ ~
Firearm: Épitaphe SAA "Mercy"
Firearm: M24 Sylph "Care Package"
Ammunition: Cryo Rounds
Ammunition: Lawbringer Rounds
Ammunition: Zanpakuto-Core Rounds (6)
Gear: Flak Jacket
Gear: Battlefield Illuminator
AUSG Draugr
Save-The-Queen
Mephistopheles CX27
[ Unique: Mobile Marksman ]
[ Trained: Rei Genkai ]
[ Trained: Hecatonchires ]
[ Style: Ichijin-daichi: Taihou Kata ]

[ Ryouhi ] - "Companion Flame"
[ Manifestation ]

In a flash of energy, two tigers coalesce from Mouko's energy. Their fur is a soft vermilion, slightly translucent, allowing others to see the swirling energy held within. The tigers are intangible by nature, capable only of being interacted with naturally by Mouko herself. When an ability is in use, the energy within their forms glows, giving them the appearance of being aflame. Their physical speed is considered akin to that of a normal tiger.

[ Yaru ] - "Kill" (0% Resonance)
Paying 800 of her reiatsu per use, Mouko infuses one of her tiger companions with energy. They become tangible to the world around them, gaining half of her attacking stat for the purposes of a single attack. If the attack misses, or the tiger is damaged significantly, the ability ends and it reverts to an intangible state.

[ Karu ] - "Hunt" (0% Resonance)
Paying 3% of her reiatsu per use, Mouko infuses one of her tiger companions with energy. They remain intangible, but gain speed inherent to Mouko's own until the ability is dispersed or exchanged for Yaru. While in use, Mouko may use her Agility techniques through the affected tiger while mounted, or off of the affected tiger as a platform.

[ Naru ] - "Roar" (25% Resonance)
As Mouko's ability to manipulate and utilize reiryoku becomes more natural, she becomes capable of discharging it violently through Naru. Paying 10% of her reiatsu, she discharges an explosion of energy around her or one of her created companions for a 10m radius.
 
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Drawing in a deep and desperate breath into her aching lungs, Sachiko staggered back her feet for a second time in the last five minutes, give or take. It was a powerful reminder of just how different life had become since moving to Tokyo, the Major's crushing presence. If there had been any doubt before about the seriousness of this training session, it had all been wiped away the moment she had learned that Mouko could strip them all of their oxygen privileges without so much as tapping them.

Panting as she righted herself once more to full height, Sachiko glanced sidelong at Edward's silhouette just in time to see one of the large glowing cats pouncing onto the teen's form. She froze up for only a second before lifting the rifle up and taking aim at feline. There's no way I could even make a sho-. The young woman didn't have time to finish her thought, while she had been focused on the man getting attacked she had let her own guard down and was paying with a struggle of her own.

The cat was strong, incredibly strong and the new recruit was fairly curtain that this is what it felt like to wrestle with any other tiger. Curling her fingers in towards the palm of her hand and attempted to push up against the cat's lower jaw, but the resistance she was met with was incredible. Her hand slipped and soon she was left pathetically blocking the tiger with her arm. Her free arm and hand was working to get the AUG into a position that she might be able to fire it at, the fact of it being a two handed weapon making it extremely difficult.

Finding a less than suitable position with less than adequate aim, Sachiko pulled the trigger, the release of the rounds giving off three sparks of light in the dark lot.
 
On the one side, Edward was finally thinking on his feet and trying to stay ahead of the game. His training so far had tuned his senses but his reflexes still sorely lacked. Being winded painfully by a crushing energy certainly didn’t help with trying to dodge. Almost comically Ed was thrown back into the ground with either arm under a plate sized paw ending in rather sharp looking claws. Shadows danced around the form of the feline.

Right, being shit at this. That was the other side of things. He really did have to work on that. Rifle still gripped in his right arm Ed called up his bow like a torch in the darkness. Only long enough to send a single arrow towards an empty section of the lot so no one would be injured by it.

This plan was hopeless, he knew, but it was worth a shot. Staring the Tiger dead in the eyes he nudged his head in the direction of the arrow’s flight.

“Fetch?”

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Arcs of coalesced spiritual energy radiated from the gunslinger's body, surging and fading with every breath he took as the lifeblood of his post-human powers was directed inward. Muscles tensed as reiatsu flooded every fibre of his being. Synapses fired, screeching damage reports from his limbs that were quickly squelched as more of his arcane power was poured into his physical body. Caleb's attack neared, threatening to reduce the General to naught but ash.

And then he was gone.

Steel grated floor buckled as the gunslinger moved, the sheer speed and momentum behind him parting the air in the training lot with a mighty crash. In less time than it took to blink, the General was on top of Caleb. Behind him, smoldering arcs of reiatsu clung to singed steel, burning like fire and drawing a clear warpath through the space.

Masato wasn't sure what felt worse. The pain was bad, but the sheer disorientation was arguably more troublesome. The acceleration was inhuman, and compounded by his protege's oppressive reiatsu, the agent found his lungs fighting for air despite his training and post-human ability. Now was no time to lose focus, however.

The world came into sharp focus as he arrived in front of the spook, twin lances of burning light burning craters into the floor where the General had previously stood. Caleb was a seasoned agent and a powerful foe; the gunslinger had this moment alone to act. Any longer and the MI5 operative would surely overpower him. Weapon's flourished before him, the barrel of one revolver slamming into the side of Caleb's rifle and shoving it aside, while the second rounded on the man's unguarded side; the same basic maneuver he had used against Tenbanto.

The spook was ready, however. His grip loosened as Masato's initial strike landed, rolling the unwieldy weapon with the hit and bringing the reinforced butt up to meet the General's followup attack. The sound of steel meeting steel rang out once more as Caleb masterfully countered the gunslinger's maneuver.

A small grin traced its way across Masato's grizzled features; a gesture matched by the double-agent. You're getting it.

Placing a boot against the body of Caleb's rifle, the agent kicked off, pushing the spook back and landing nearer to the other two agents with a thud. Kneeling, the gunslinger took a moment to catch his breath before rising to his feet, turning his sharp amber gaze towards the eldest of the pair.

"Tenbanto," he bellowed, grip tightening on the twin revolvers in his grasp. "...You're up."

Muscles flexed and coiled as he spoke, crouching low before springing upwards and outwards, leaping towards his former mentor in a graceful arc. At the apex of his jump, the gunslinger leant in, rolling forward and bringing his combat-booted foot down towards the man like a guillotine.
 
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Three rounds pierced the hide of the beast pinning Sachiko, the energy dissipating into the ether like smoke in the wind. The pressure on her alighted, but the feline eyes returned, glaring at her from the darkness.

Edward felt claws dig into his arm, drawing a pained cry. The tiger growled low, fangs nearing the Quincy's neck before..!

Nothing.

The energy compressed like a sphere, collapsing inwards until nothing remained. The tiger disappeared, and the feline eyes returned. Gazing like flashlights, uninhibited by the shadows. A condemning tone boomed from Mouko's form, the amber sheen of her own eyes trailing like firelight as she moved leisurely about the Lot.

"Do you think these are house-pets, Suijinja? Do you think this is a time for jokes, or games?" The Major regarded the still-prone form of Choko, and gave an inaudible sigh. Then, a grunt of effort, followed by a hoarse cough.

Choko's form impacted roughly on Sachiko, toppling the two once more. "These are beasts, not unlike the ones you are trained to fight every day. They are hunters, prepared to stalk their prey for however long it takes.

"You are prey, Suijinja. How long do you intend to act like it?"

Light flared from behind the Quincy, casting his shadow darkly across the floor. Directly before him, Mouko stood, arm extended. Leveled between his eyes was her revolver, and a cold stare met his own. Then, without warning, the light danced, waxing and waning. He crumpled to the floor, able to glimpse a tiger - the source of the light - dashing away as he felt a dull pain throb from his legs.

The light faded, the eyes returned. The only impression of the tigers remaining. Then, ever so slowly, the two pairs of eyes circled Sachiko. Mouko's form was invisible once more, only the trails of amber burn into the pair's eyes telling of her presence.

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Important Note
We're implementing a three-day reply rule. After Sev or I turn, the rest of the group has three days to reply or things start going awry. If it happens enough times, we'll start kicking people out and you get nothing.
 
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Sliding back, Caleb narrowly avoided crashing into the others by sheer core body strength alone. As Mouko's reiatsu began to seep through the battlefield, his own did the same. However, his was much more subdued, an uneasy feeling hanging around the area. His blood was rushing, coursing with excitement as he waited for Mastao’s next move. However, a small pang of disappointment echoed through his body as he realized that the General’s attention had diverted to the other two members of the group.

That being said, the chaos did provide him an opportunity. A movement that was nearly invisible to all except for the most aware, within an instant the sniper had disappeared. An enormous distance traveled in a single move, he reappeared at the far end of the lot. However, regardless of the distance between them, the all-sensing power of his awakening continued to gaze towards the group, drawing a bead on all targets at once.
 
A dull thud announced Choko's impact, and a soft groan passed her lips as she rose to her feet, "Oww..." She shook off her disorientation, then disregarding at current the state of her 'cushion' took in the scene before her.
It wasn't the best of situations.

While Choko was still dazed from Mouko's pressure drop, Suijinja seemed to have been beset on by weird floating tiger eyes, so Edward was obviously either hurt or dazed. And all because she didn't have the self control to avoid charging like an idiot. What a morale booster, I feel so much more loved now, Choko picked up the weapon lying beside Sachiko, (That probably wasn't hers) and fired two shots into the darkness where she believed the apparition's heads would be. She hadn't seen the results of Edward's attempt on assisting Sachiko, otherwise she would have reconsidered her plan of action. Either way it was too late the sharp sound of the reshi infused bullets leaving the barrel had already sounded, and the small bits of training rubber eagerly flew to meet their target.
 
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Guess who's back...

As all the action was going on inside the Training Lot, one person was running very late. Very late indeed. So much so that for the last three minutes he had been outright sprinting through the halls of Orpheus, weaving in and out of people who seemed slightly surprised to see him there with his unkempt hair even longer than when he left.

That was mainly because Ewan had been out of the country for the last two months, namely with Alicia visiting her mother and their massive dogs in New York. But enough about that. He spun around another person and swept his now-shoulder length silver hair over his head then lowered a hand to tap the gun at his waist. Everyone here seemed to give their guns cute little names so he decided to do the same, naming the Spectre.50 ‘Alarch’, the Welsh for ‘Swan’.

Back to the present and the main reason he was running was that he had only been back in the country for two and a half hours and had only popped into work to announce that he was back. Then he heard about this little training session Masato had organised. Since he was now here, he had little choice but to attend, even if only for a token, ‘Yes, I was present’ appearance.

Slowing his pace to a walk as he rounded the final corner, Ewan sighed and put his hands in his pockets. While he’d gotten quite a bit of sleep on the flight back from the US, he was still completely knackered. That plus the jetlag made for an even grouchier Ewan than normal. But he was more than willing to act happier if it meant getting through this. Reaching the door of the Training Lot he opened it, walked in and halted in his tracks, stunned.

What the fuck have I just walked in on?

To say it was chaos was an insult to chaos. A group of people Ewan didn’t recognise were busy tussling with tigers. At least they looked like tigers. And from what he could tell Nenshou was over there too. He’d only met the Major once but he could tell it was her... Even if he couldn’t actually see her...? Green eyes flicked over to the other side where he saw Masato sparring with another man.

That’s... Tenbanto isn’t it? I heard he went MIA or AWOL or something. For a brief moment Ewan considered speaking up to announce himself but decided that would be a very bad idea. Instead he backed up to the wall and sat down on a crate, twiddling his thumbs.

I’ll wait until they’re finished.

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The moment had come that Aragon had been studying his protégé for. Flipping the gun in his right hand so that the trigger was positioned under his pinky finger and the barrel was pointed past his elbow. With his left hand he quickly stowed the gun behind his back, and spiked his reiatsu in preparation for his counter move. Unfortunately, his control over the power was greatly lacking still.

Electrical energy was hazardously arcing across his arms while he took a step back and to his left. Fully expecting what came next, Aragon felt the clean break in the bones of his right forearm; it was a small sacrifice considering the gun went off at point blank range pointed into the anklebone of the General.

It was a calculated risk, but being as close as he was now Aragon wasted no time pulling the back up firearm on Masato. The look in Aragon’s eyes was cold as looked at his student and teacher with a firearm between their heads. A slight trail of blood trickled off of Aragon’s nose where the tread had torn the skin, it was minor by comparison to the bones sticking out of his right arm.

The break in his limp arm was quickly consuming what threshold of pain the former Orpheus agent had built up over the years.


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“I really don’t,” Edward called to the darkness. Using his bow had called up a beacon of light before, but he was starting to get the feeling that doing so would be counterproductive to the cryptic initiation he taking part in. He scanned the darkness, rifle pointed at the ground before him. Carefully Ed scanned in a circular pattern to his right. Was he supposed to find her by sight alone? That would be troublesome without being able to see in the dark.

“However, I can tell the difference between the mindless predators like hollows and your feline friends. Had your tiger been one of those beasts, I would likely be dead. That’s part of the point of all this training, isn’t it? Learning our shortcomings, and trying to get past them?”

He began to circle in the opposite direction, ignoring the welts of blood on his arms. At least they took away the pain from his burns. That damned constant, agonizing, dull throb of pain. Curse his Quincy blood, why couldn’t he take after his mother instead? The eyes circled. He questioned just trying to find her by her reiatsu. No, better to go with instinct on this for now.

“I mean I am training the abilities of my people, and I’ve got a teacher who seems to know her stuff. But that takes time, Major. Time currently being spent here, instead of there. Prioritizing the important things and all that. I’m willing to be the student, can you tell us what you expect us to learn exactly?”

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The sound of gunfire reverberated through the training lot as the slide on Aragon's weapon snapped back, loosing a high-calibur round practically point blank towards the gunslinging General. The ethereal aura of cobalt energy that surrounded Masato, a faint and wispy veil of coalesced spiritual power radiating from his form, seemed to brighten in intensity as the former Commander retaliated. Chaotic flows of arcane energy aligned around the grizzled man's body, weaving and entwining one another, becoming rigid. What was once ephemeral and intangible had become as hard as steel, for the briefest of moments.

A metallic thump rung out as Tenbento's round slammed into the veil of hardened spiritual energy, churning against the arcane bulwark and showering the combatants with sparks. For a moment, the General appeared to defy gravity, his momentum fighting against the kinetic energy behind the bullet, before finally being overcome. Twisting midair, the gunslinger rolled with the force of the shot, tumbling backwards away from Aragon and landing on his feet.

"Good to see you haven't forgotten your stuff." the General breathed. He and Tenbanto had developed Orpheus' martial style together, and while the art itself had been iterated and improved upon countless times since the former head's departure, Masato would have been disappointed if his card-hustling mentor's skills had really atrophied to such an extent. Thankfully, that did not seem to be the case, but if Masato was pleased with the result of their clash, he didn't let it show.

Absentmindedly twirling his weapons in tight arcs, stopping the barrels at ideal firing angles -- more of a nervous habit than any display of his skill -- the grizzled agent turned his focus towards the last of their group. The diminutive girl was one of Masato's earliest conscripts following their organizations revival. Despite this, the pair had rarely been in contact; she seemed to prefer the company of Tenbanto prior to his disappearance, meaning that to the General, she was something of a wild card. He didn't know much of anything about her skills or ability as an agent. Given the circumstances, there was only one reasonable way to find out.

"Yoshikawa!" the gunslinger barked, amber eyes narrowing. Having witnessed two prior engagements, the girl already knew was was coming. Masato could see it in her stance; the sudden tenseness and expression of extreme focus, as though her whole body was on a hair-trigger, just waiting for the General to act.

Good.

Pushing off with a kick, the agent dashed towards the girl, quickly closing the distance between them. One revolver swept up as he neared, arcing towards the girl's left side. Miki's hand snapped up in retaliation, pushing his own outward as he squeezed the trigger, sending a rubber training round whizzing past her ear by a hair's width.

Very good.

Pivoting on his heel, the gunslinger turned with the recoil of his weapon, adding it's momentum to his own as he brought the butt of his second firearm down towards the girl's opposite shoulder like a hammer; a trick he'd picked up from his rifle-toting protege. Yoshikawa seemed to have good instincts. The gunslinger could only hope she'd utilize them when it really mattered.
 
Aragon had steeled himself for a follow up attack, “Not the key points at least” he smirked. Truth was now would have been the perfect time for Masato to attack again, but instead seeing him go after Miki brought up mixed thoughts. For the injured man, he was grateful he had a breather, yet he did not wish such an assault on Miki.

Taking a seat, Aragon kept a keen eye out for any incoming attack while he dealt with his arm. Crimping his hand between his boots, the former leader gritted his teeth that he thought they would shatter in his mouth as he pulled his arm back then forced the protruding bones back inside with his left hand. Easing slowly back towards his feet, Aragon felt the bones set aligned again.

Getting back to his feet was a trick and a half as he danced on eggshells next to the line of a black out. He carefully made his way to the rods of iron he had set down at the beginning of the training, where he then used his coat and the rods to build a temporary brace and sling for his arm. The tight knots he had managed to tie provided adequate compression to the wounds to stop the bleeding for now. Gripping the firearm as he leaned against the shooting range bench, Aragon was in a struggle against the lightheaded feeling due to blood loss.

A perk of being an advent was that he could weather injuries like this at a higher level, for such he was grateful at this moment. Focused on breathing, his mind began to reassess. One of his firearms was laying ten feet in the middle of the room away from him. He was effectively defenseless waist up on his right, and his stamina had taken a huge hit. If this were an actually battle, this would be the exact situation he imagined he would have been had he come back instead of disappearing.

‘No... it is time to conquer fear again’

Raising a shaking gun, Aragon took aim at the back of Masato’s right knee while remaining aware of what his protégé’s protégé was doing.

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Having been toppled to the ground once more, this time when the loud mouthed girl on the team was tossed into her, Sachiko let out a curse as she felt around where the rifle had landed. It only took a few passes with her hand on the ground before she was certain that the firearm had been picked up by someone else. With an irritated growl, the young woman hopped to her feet, yet again, denim blue eyes straining in to see other people in the darkness around.

It only took moments for the Major to make herself known, not with herself, but in the form of her two large cats. Both beasts had their eyes trained on her and were now circling slowly, she was back to being prey once more. The only thing different this time around was that she now lacked a weapon, which made all the difference when it came to feeling confident or exposed.

Cautiously, Sachiko watched the pairs of eyes seemingly float past her at least three times. Was there a reason they weren't lunging? Was it just because the Mouko didn't feel like clobbering her just yet, or was there a simpler reason for the tigers' behavior?

Unsure of her decision, she took a step towards one of the passing tigers, watching for any change in its behavior just as the rifle she had held until recently sounded. As quickly as the noise was heard, Sachiko felt a gust of air pass her as the bullet whizzed by just above her ear, brushing her hair forward in the process. Her stomach turned as she made the realization of what had just happened, stunned she took her eyes off the cats and turned around.

"W-what the hell are you trying to do!? You haven't accomplished anything, except try to get us killed!" The onyx haired woman really wanted to say more, this reckless girl deserved to hear more, but it wasn't Sachiko's place to let her have it.
 
It was almost on instinct that her body began to emanate an almost frightening amount of electrical current as she saw the hammer-turned firearm come down towards her body from the corner of her eye. She was rusty, this much was certain. She’d had missions left and right, but none had really required her to think quick, and react fast. The palm of her hand still felt sore from pushing Masato’s gun away from her, but she would not let any discomfort show on her face.

Planting her right foot firmly into the ground, she turned on the ball of the foot most attuned with her center of balance and turned her entire body towards the General’s attacking form with electricity coursing through Miki’s fists. With renewed vigour, Miki’s knuckles hit Masato’s gun from the side. Feeling her center of gravity shifting, she planted her left foot on the ground, and used the momentum of her still turning figure to bring her right elbow on course with Masato’s head.


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So, she basically did a pirouette.
 
For a time, silence answered Edward. After a long moment, the air was punctuated, the sound of gunfire escaping their sources in bursts. One came from a rifle, the light of the short volley of fire illuminating the space in front of Choko.

She had only a glimpse of it, ever-so-slightly. The transparent beast, with energy swirling within. Latent, waiting. The bullets passed through harmlessly, sparks flying from the wall opposite as the lead struck against concrete.

Then, the Major spoke once more. Her tone remained cold, but an underlying edge had been removed. No tremble was present, and instead her words came across a slight lighter. "You are learning to know the difference between seeing, and observing, Suijinja.

"You see tigers, beasts in the dark. You do not observe them." She called out, her voice steadily descending into a softer tone. Her form was blurred and nigh-invisible, moving too quickly to be spotted as more than a faint blur in the near-darkness.

Sachiko felt a rush of air by her, the slight squeak of rubber soles against concrete floors. "Observe. Breathe deeply, and take stock of your surroundings. You are prey, the three of you. It is on you to become more than that.

"Take heed of all around you. Where are your feet planted? Where is your opponent? What signs have they left?" Mouko's voice continued to fade and waver, before Choko doubled over. The rifle was snatched from her hands, and she coughed lightly.

In the span of said cough, the rifle was deposited near Sachiko's feet. Mouko remained difficult to pinpoint, her reiatsu alleviating entirely. More gunfire from the other group, disrupting sound. The trio would have no mercy from their ears. In the darkness, the tiger's eyes continued to bob and weave, before beginning to circle around Choko.

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Notes
Resonance: 3000/22,500 (7%)

A use of Push to gain momentum on attacking Choko without throwing her into a wall. Internalize to take the rifle away. Please don't take someone else's firearm: gun-buddies don't steal from gun-buddies.
 
oops
sorry bout that. noted.


Choko was still doubled over in pain, gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out. Being socked in the gut by a nigh invisible trainer wasn't fun, and neither was looking like, being yelled at like an idiot, and feeling like a fool was worse. Way to go smart one, you manged to disarm yourself and your ally. If you didn't look stupid before you sure do now, she thought chastening herself. She wasn't used to working with anyone or really training at all, but though all of this may be new to her it was no excuse to spazz out like an idiot.

There was an old saying she'd heard before, growing up as a kid: A group is only ever as strong as it's weakest link. And if she hadn't already proved she was at least the dumbest yet, she was well on her way to to it. In light of this she quickly decided to try and do what the Major was saying. She didn't quite know what Mouko meant, but listening to her sounded a lot better than getting sucker punched again. Besides the Major had the scary tigers with no bodies, so she felt like listening. A lot more for that matter, she thought. So breathe deeply, observe, and take stock of your surroundings. Whatever that means, it must be important otherwise she wouldn't have said it. The red-eyed woman watched the glowing tiger's eyes warily, hoping she or someone would figure something out soon.

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Part of his mind stayed tuned to the tigers that circled his training squad. They certainly were formidable. He knew they were not the most threatening part of this, that title belonged to Mouko. The exact woman that might as well be invisible at the moment. If he could pinpoint her then maybe, just maybe, they would progress in this.

A quick sprint brought him close to where he last heard and felt Mouko. For a brief instance he willed the energy of his bow into being. He held the light high to search the area, not for the imprints of paws but those of boots. Another heartbeat passed, but the area was too far gone to tell. He picked what looked like the freshest set of tracks and made a quick calculation of their path.

Energy pooled from the air around him, gathering on the soles of his feet. The hirenkyaku carried Edward forward several meters in another heartbeat. Again he gave his bow a quick burst. The light bathed the area, and then died. Keeping note of where the tigers were, and the other group, Edward raised his rifle in a quick kneel. The light show was sure to attract the predators.

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"Good," Mouko's voice echoed a scant few feet from Edward. He swung his rifle around, bearing the weapon upon the source to find only emptiness.

She was moving again already. Her voice had softened entirely now, enthusiasm showing in the retreat of her frustration. "Trust yourself to act. You will always be prey hoping for someone else. Observe, then act. Where am I? Where are the beasts? What is your priority? All are variables, factors to account for.

"Observe, Hayashi." The Major called, dangerously close to the rifle-toting woman. A flash of vermilion, behind Sachiko. Mouko was illuminated with revolver at the ready, aimed at the center of her mass. An instant later, the light began to flicker.

Another light, behind the onyx-haired woman, illuminated a tiger. The beast growled, fangs bared as viscous liquid dripped from its unhinged jaw. Its eyes fixed upon Choko, and lunged forwards..!

[ 148 / 1998 ]

Notes
Resonance: 4600/22,500 (20%)
 
One of the few times Choko had ever actually listened to someone seemed to have actually paid off for once. Taking heed of Mouko's words, Kisarage kept her focus on the problem at hand. The twin tigers prowling around her so when the light flashed behind her and revealing the tiger, she didn't wait to see it.

She acted.

Choko ducked out of the tiger's path, dodging to a darkened patch of ground to her left; then scooping up the gun she'd dropped earlier, she stood up with both hands on the weapon this time and turned to face the second light. This time taking stock of her surroundings, she took aim at the light where the major had appeared but hesitated before she shot. Does she want us to shoot her? The woman wondered, What is she asking us to do?

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