Antebel's Academy for Gifted Minors

His face contorted in a large smile, Samson followed after Woe. Once they arrived at the stadium, Samson moved fifteen feet away from his foe while pulling his crimson black sword from his back and holding it in a reverse grip. Pointing a demonic left finger at Woe, Samson tilted his head left to right. Proceeding to speak in a large dramatic voice he proclaims "Come one come all, to witness Samson the Psychotic Wave and Ein Woe the Reaper fight to the death! Anyone too weak of heart, please turn away while you still can!"

Suzy, having finished her own little library session, was left intrigued by Samsnon and Woe's musings. She decides to trail them a bit. A fight to the death...? No way. The faculty would get involved, and those two might get locked up... Though if this DID happen... No, it couldn't.

But Suzy stays, and watches, out of curiosity.

This is somehow very fit for this.

Ein Woe outright licked his lips at this prospect. Samson was someone that he had been interested in before he came to this Academy. The boy was somehow empowered by a demonic power, and he hoped to find out how this could be.

So, to strike him down and earn the hatred of my watchers, or to let him go and dismiss him as a weakling, and thus earn his hatred...ooh...so many choices...

Ein seemed to go from a passionate, fiery creature to a much colder look to him, as if he was just waiting for Samson to make a move as soon as his sword was drawn. But first, Woe took out a deck of cards from his pocket, and simply dropped them all on the floor. "My opening move is simple - fifty-two card pick up."

With that, Ein drew his scythe and started to circle from the left side, seeming to take up a stance. He wanted to see, for now, what sort of attack Samson would charge at him with. It could be exciting...and with his preparation on those cards...

"WELL THIS' IS ESCALATING QUICKLY!!"

Mr.Waller quickly broke from his camouflage, cursing himself for letting things get this far. Just as soon as he detached himself from the fence, he reverted back into what could be considered a normal human. But if this sort of business kept up, his time spent enjoying humanity would be few and far in-between.

"Noone is killing anyone here!" he continued, "Or maiming, or goring, or drowning!"

Jack sighed and followed the two down to the arena. He hoped neither of the two actually killed each other. The entire faculty would throw a fit, even bigger than the one Waller was having now. Despite this, the elf managed to crack a grin as he glanced at Waller from the corner of his eye.

"Hey Sammy, just warning you: you die and I get all the magical shit you've got on you!"

edited 23rd Jun '14 6:46:13 PM by Kagescorpionakki

Noting his student's words, Samson flashes a grin. "If I was supposed to die, I never would of been born!" Turning his eyes back to Woe, grim seriousness take over. Twirling his sword overhead, Samson suddenly rockets skywards. Coming to a stop twenty feet in the air, water forming around his blade, Samson screams "Icicle Impact!" With that statement, the water freezes around the blade before getting hurled downwards with force towards Woe. Samson himself slams into the ground sword connecting first, and ice crystals sprouting outwards from the sides.

"Damn it!"

The moment the fight began, Gerald felt his body begin to change. His hair was becoming thick, he could feel his muscles acquiring mass, and he was becoming overall more dense. It was likely a similar set of mutations as he'd displayed before, but the sword fighting would make his reaction even more extreme. He had to do something before the changes made this fight into a three person deal.

He snatched up his transceiver from his belt.

"Antebel Staff!", he shouted, "We have an unauthorized match out in the stadium, and they're both armed. I need assistance."

Suzy, meanwhile, watched on. She has an obvious look of worry and fear on her face, but can't seem to look away. "Oh God, please don't..." She can't bear to actually see these two murder each other, but...

Wylan was too into the fight's details to care about licensed and unlicensed fights.

Ein Woe simply watched Samson come crashing down toward him with a bemused grin on his face, and took into account what the teacher was saying. He leaped out of the way from the attack, and watched its additional effects.

Yes, it seemed a deal of this boy's attacks had additional effects. As he skidded along, he prepared for what came next. He looked over at his playing cards, which had scattered about due to the movements, and each had a shining substance attached.

For now, he simply darted in, surprisingly quick given how he looked, and moved his hand, lightly shoving at Samson's back. A little more...show me what you can do, Sammy-Sams.

For now, he kept his scythe close to him, and did not strike with it, and kept himself ready to dodge and move about.

edited 23rd Jun '14 8:42:24 PM by NickTheSwing

Teleporting to the left once being shoved, Samson held his blade out as he roared "Blizzard Line!" Launching forward with blinding speed, small chucks of ice form. Proceeding to perform two more such dashes until Woe was within the center of a triangle, Samson snapped his middle finger against his thumb on his right "Mist!" The ice chucks erupting into an icy cloud, Samson proclaims "Hope your secret weakness isn't ice, that'll be disappointing!"

As soon as he saw that a triangle was being formed, Woe darted to the side and vaulted out of it using his scythe, watching the attack happen behind him. Exquisite...!

As he landed, he rushed at Samson again, slashing with his scythe...

...in a feint.

Using the scythe to bring himself around, Woe shoved Samson slightly more forcefully this time with his free hand. Just a bit more. He could see things starting to line themselves up...

Dashing backwards and flipping over so he'll land on his feet when he got shoved, Samson skidded a bit before coming to a halt. Flashing a small grin, Samson calls out "You really got an obsession with pushing people around so..." Dashing towards Woe, ice starts to form from Samson's left hand. Once his dash came to an end, Samson thrusted his left hand at him launching a large blue wolf head towards his body "How abour I push you around!?"

Woe was struck dead centre by the wolf head punch, and despite how much it looked like it hurt, he still had that grin on his face, even as he coughed up blood on to Samson and went flying backward, trying to stop his motion with his legs, but failing this twice, until he finally stopped a fair amount away.

He realigned himself, his injuries healing before their eyes; "And this is just the first of many of my tricks."

Woe seemed to smirk even though it seemed the fight was not going his way thus far. This boy was definitely worth it later. He was aggressive, certainly, but clueless about the possibility of trickery. And when you fight a clown, you must be prepared for all sorts of unfair trickery!

Right eyebrow raised as if questioning something, Samson called in a fake annoyed tone "Cheater, how is regeneration fair in a fight?" Raising his arm at an forty-five degree angle small spheres of water shoot out from his hand to cover a chuck of the battlefield between them. Cracking his neck side-to-side he casually raises his shoulders as he speaks "Oh well, guess you'll just have to deal with my Hydro Mines..." With that said he raises his sword skywards as ice starts to double its length, and a small grin appears on his face.

Heather, who was halfway up a tree and swinging from it with a swing made from vines, could see the fight from the arena. Oh, for fucks sake. she muttered to herself, scrambling down the tree like a squirrel. She walked over to where the fight was taking place. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

The whole time the fight had been going on, a certain dwarf had been whooping and cheering no-one in particular from the sidelines. He didn't see fit to intervene, however - why get yourself killed over someone else's problem?

"That's enough!", Gerald roared.

And did he roar. By now, he was hardly the Gerald that everyone had come to know. He was at least eight feet tall, completely covered in matted black fur, and a few hundred pounds heavier for his troubles. Razor sharp claws had grown were his nails used to be, and the same used to be. His teeth were thick and conical, gargling his voice to something barely recognizable as English.

The yeti-fied man stepped out of the shredded tatters on the ground that were his clothes, his padded feet sinking deep into the ground.

"You'll have more than enough time for this on the Academy's schedule!", he continued, snarling.

edited 24th Jun '14 8:46:08 AM by goodisgood

"This isn't the fucking Hunger Games where we fight to the fucking death!" Heather yelled, foolishly stepping in between the two lads in an attempt to break up the fight. Vines seemed to grow from her feet, covering the floor of the Arena.

edited 24th Jun '14 9:25:47 AM by PeacefulApocalypse

Ein Woe shrugged, looking between the two of them. He could kill the Yeti-thing, but that would be altogether too bothersome, dealing with any repercussions from that. Now the girl with the vines, that might be interesting...

However, Wylan shouted, "I think that this has become a little too public! We should call it a day!"

Ein knew that Wylan had little stomach for public executions, and that this was no longer amusing, so he simply moved past the two of them, collected his cards and started to move off toward Wylan. "Oh very well. I cannot understand the minds of such spoilsports. Besides, if the boy did not want a fight with me, he shouldn't have gone after me before we came to this school..."

He feigned guilt, "Oh, that was probably not supposed to get out. Oh well, toodles!" With that, he started briskly walking away, Wylan barely managing to keep up. What was the deal? Why were these people so bent out of shape by some little fight? He didn't see any deadly moves being used except by Samson...

Heather dug into the pocket of her skirt and swallowed two pills. The vines immediately shrunk away and disappeared. Placing the pills back in her pocket and fixing her hair, she turned to Samson. "So, what's your story?"

Slamming his now massive sword with disappointment into the ground next to him, the icy extension proceeds to break apart. Sparing a short look of hatred towards the leaving Woe, Samson sighs as he sheathes his sword. Looking at the girl that disrupted his battle, Samson puts on a smile as he snaps his right fingers. The tiny spheres collapsing into small puddles, Samson just begins to spin as he holds out his arms with a somewhat melancholy tone. "My story is pretty simple, I came here to learn so I can avenge my father who was murdered by demons. Surely you could tell Woe isn't... human, right?"

His spinning coming to an end, Samson once more becomes cheerful as he calls out "Well ladies and gentlemen, how was that for a battle? Honestly not my finest, but surely it must of been wowing right!?"

Alban remains silent, though this is mostly because he's too busy scribbling down notes to pay much attention anymore.

"Meh. It was just you throwing ice, mostly. Not very entertaining. 2/10, would not recommend again." Jack yawned. "That said, I think our little lesson will have to be postponed, professor, as Mr. Fuzzy wants a word with you. So, I'm gonna go claim my room 'n prolly take a nap. See ya! Hope Waller doesn't maim you!" Jack left for the dorms.

Then a voice spoke directly into Samson's ear.

"Impressive." Said Mr. Grimm, floating upside-down, his upside-down pumpkin head mere inches away from Samson's normal head. "I have no doubt that, in a refrigeration-based crisis, you will be Nadis' go-to guy. Of course, your attitude towards monsters leaves much to be desired. And vengeance? How cliche. Not kind or intelligent, either: was it not a human who said 'an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind?' So whose the real monster, huh?"

Suzy was still left cowering in the stands. She doesn't even seem to realize that the fight is over.

Calmly smiling as he looks at the creature, Samson speaks sarcastically "Yes, because I should be happy my father is dead and hey! I know, why don't I throw a party for his killers to show them how much I didn't care about him? I'm sure he wouldn't want to be avenged, because people accept death with open arms." Ice starting to form around his left hand, he continues smiling as his voice becomes darker "Insult my father again and I will have to hurt you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him, though I suppose a creature like you wouldn't understand family anyways."