Watching her teammates in the fray, the fox decided she was going to join up herself... she was not a fan of fighting, and she was quite upset right now, but she had been telling herself, she was going to be much less useless then she has been.
With an initial motion of her hand, the fox reached behind her back and pulled a new heavily armoured plate off of Inari, leaving the device itself connected to her back, with a flick of her wrist, the armour plate began to extend into a white tower shield, and she began to slowly advance twords the arena.
Her next action was to snap a clear container out of Inari, and slot it into the shield, followed by a second container, a quick visual count would indicate 8 rockets to any one behind the shield, but in front of it, her actions were quite concealed.
Her final course of action was a drone swarm sweep, all 8 of her tiny rotodones launched from there housing, 6 of them slotted themself into Ayers arms, two per arm ready to take action immediately but covered by a much more powerful combatant the remaining two hovered over there masters shoulder ready to act on her whim.
"F-Fifteen minutes lets go"
Arena
Yun watched in bemusement as his opponent abruptly got sidetracked by yet another stranger. He would have stepped in to help, but he didn't know if they had partners lying in wait.
Oh well, guess it's back to Grimm hunting for now. He thought, firing 2 bursts down a Beowulf's gullet, then flipped Skyfire's around to and used the weapon's gunstock to cave in another's skull.
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Dusting off his clothes and getting ready to launch one final flying kick...Remus had other plans, taking most of the blow to the back and throwing him off balance.
"...Ah...crap..."
Of course, he wasn't about to give up, even with an attack like that. With Remus practically point-blank, he'd be able to make one last move as his greaves retreated, feet turning into talons and grabbing his backstabber with one of his feet with startling speed.
"This...is my show, damnit...GET THE HELL OFF MY STAGE...!"
With what remaining strength he had, he booted Remus right at Rheia, sending them both on a collision course with each other as the falcon faunus fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.As Rheia cartwheeled through the air, the last thing she saw was Remus coming directly towards her.
Slamming into her, Rheia let out a yelp of actual pain as her Aura was no longer capable of taking the blow. Rheia was sent flying, but was fortunately flung free from Remus the first time they hit the ground. Unfortunately, this sent her flying four feet into the air, and when she landed, it was with a nearly-sickening crunch. Rheia rebounded off of the ground, smacking against the floor multiple times, each one eliciting a screech born of hurt.
After several more painful impacts with the ground Rheia finally came to a stop in a heap on the floor. Werkzeug, its blade shattered, slowly rolled up next to the fallen initiate, whose first attempt to battle at Beacon had been an absolutely resounding failure.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The two drones hovering over the foxes shoulders were quickly dispatched to Rheia with a quick blink, she may not be the one on there team, but a true medic must provide aide to all.
Once they arrived they hovered over, and observed her the primitive AI controlling them attempting to judge the extent of her injuries before it bothered to disturb its master.
edited 2nd Aug '15 10:27:57 PM by Imca
As the drones headed over towards Rheia she immediately began curling in on herself and moaning in pain.
Oh god I think my rib's broken
I fucked up, why did I fuck up
this was my first day at Beacon I was supposed to prove myself and instead I fucked up
this is not you, you're better than this
The drones would quickly find that the worst of her injuries, fortunately, was just one or two broken ribs. Beyond that, and the usual bruises that came from repetitive stress injuries involving impacts with the ground, well... at least she wasn't hamburger.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Arena
Recovering, Remus looked at Rheia with no small amount of worry on his face. Looks like she broke something... Not good... Remus touched his free hand to his scarf, letting aura flow into it and igniting the blue fire dust in the scarf before holding Volsung in a ready stance before he rushed down Falken, only to feint at the last second, leap over and take several shots at Falken's back with the assault rifle portion of Volsung. Not aiming to be finished too early, he slotted a fire dust crystal into the blade, setting it ablaze before slashing at Falken and sending a wave of fire from his greatsword.
The fox closed her eyes briefly on her advance twords the arena, the two drones returning to there hub for tool equipment, after a few seconds they flew back to Rhea, one lifted her shirt, and the other sprayed her down with a mixture of rapidly hardening foam and healing dust, forming the best approximation of a battlefield cast it could, while causing the bruises to sting a bit.
But with that stinging would come the fact that they would heal in a mater of minutes instead of hours when her aura returned.
Rheia coughed as the drones that flew near her left, her mind still swirling over the events of the last two minutes.
I thought I'd have learned this by now. I charged into a situation without properly reading it and I got my ass handed to me. I deserve this.
She barely felt the drone lifting her shirt, though she did feel the drone spray her chest, and she grunted in pain. The stinging of her bruises, however, punched through her chest, flew down her spinal cord and rammed her train of thought off the tracks.
...what?
She turned her head to look over at Imuka, her eyes wide and unreadable.
...help?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."It took Rheia's mind, addled as it was with pain and self-loathing over having been about as effective in combat as a foam sword, several seconds to make the connection, but even if her distracted neurons fired more slowly they still fired in the same sequence, and eventually she recognized who she was dealing with.
A medic.
What little fire remained in her eyes snuffed out like a match caught in a sudden breeze, and her head lowered to the ground.
I don't deserve help for this. I need to walk out struggling. Then I'll learn to think before I act.
Taking this into account the unhappy initiate began silently mustering her strength, preparing to get up and walk out of the arena.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Medical Center
"Calm down, sis. You're going to grow old before your time!" Callisto said, giggling, as if she was merely teasing her sister.
Keeping her face guarded, and letting her Aura absorb the blows to her abdomen, the clone positioned herself. Frankly, she was impressed by her sister's strength. Ieria could probably beat her in a full-on brawl.
...Fortunately, it wasn't going to be a brawl. Ieria wasn't thinking straight, while Callisto kept her head.
She raised her right foot, wedging it in between their bodies.
"Going uppppp."
A shotgun-powered kick upward, launching Ieria away from her if it connected. If it succeeded, Callisto would follow up with a blast of ice towards her face, to suffocate her with ice.
Kicking The Air-Head While He's Done.
Falken was in poor shape from the double-team attacks, barely able to stand up, let alone keep himself from keeling over when resting on his knees. As such, seeing Remus running towards him, the falcon faunus sighed, holding his ground and rolling out of the way, landing on his injured shoulder and causing him to grimace in pain...
...only to roll right into the wave of fire, spinning slightly through the air and landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, face-first.
"........"
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Giving a slightly weak and pathetic smirk, Falken shakily took Remus's hand, still a bit wobbly on his feet.
"Heh...ain't gonna keep fightin' when I've kinda thrown everythin' I had out. Was sorta hopin' that you would've actually fought me head on, but, eh...it was a good enough fight." He coughed, brushing the dust off his hair and clothes.
"F...F-Falken Gale. It's nice to meet ya, Remus."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Fight Time
Ieria was blown back and upwards by the shotgun kick, pain not even registering in her mind as she snapped her eyes towards the "sister" who now sprayed ice towards her, eliciting a snarl from Ieria as she used her shotgun greaves and flamethrower gauntlets to try and vault away from her attack, whilst also firing at her. Once on solid ground again, if it succeeded, Ieria would hiss at her "sister" before charging back in, her eyes settled on her.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM SniperGiving a slight chuckle, Falken cracked his neck, winced for a few seconds before pulling the arrow from earlier out of his shoulder.
"G-Gah...well, I probably might have beat ya both if you'd fought together. ...But, heh, it was a good enough fight anyways." He blinked, going slightly pale at Remus's comment. "...G-Guess I'm gonna have to apologize to her later. Miiiiiight have overdid it a little."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Medical centre, the place with all the pirates
Now Johnny was in quite a pickle wasn't he?
A semblance enhanced grenade coming right at him, as well as several glass shards. That cripple with the greatsword was attempting to cleave him in two and now some chucklefuck was shooting at him.
It was staring to look like this simple raid was about to turn into a slaughter.
With damn near impeccable timing, Johnny punted the grenade out of the air and into some random direction where it would no doubt explode and add a wonderful amount of atmosphere to the insanity about to occur.
Rolling under Arthur's swing, popping his left hand back into place as he did so, Johnny snatched his axe back up before covering his head with his arms and taking the full brunt of Medus' shots and all of Alice's glass shards.
After a moment taken to adjust to the sheer amount of pain he was going through, Johnny uncovered himself, looked around before throwing his head back and laughing like a madman. "Is that the best you fuckin' landlubber sons of whores can do?"
Without another word, Johnny fired a shot straight at Medus' head without even looking in his direction before dashing towards Arthur and delivering a stomp to his knee that (if it were to hit) would no doubt bend the joint in an incredibly unpleasant direction. Once he was done with Arthur, Johnny would move onto Alice, thrusting forward with his cutlass and following with an axe strike to the legs.
Dodging the tracers was getting tiring for Johnny's first mate, so she decided to take the easy route out.
Snapping off a pair of ridiculously accurate shots, Mary's bullets took the two tracer rounds out of the air and most definitely off target. Dropping the empty pair of pistols and not actually drawing a pair of fresh ones.
Crossing her arms, Mary asked "D'you really think this fight is worth some fuckin' medical supplies? I mean, for cryin' out loud, just let me grab this shit and leave so we can go on with our lives. We both know this isn't goin' anywhere."
"Very well then" Responded Yusuf, giving the coin a few practice tosses before declaring his chosen side "I think I'll go with tails, just for that added challenge"
With that, Yusuf flipped the coin and let the hand of fate decide where it would fall.
Slamming into the ground with the force of Jing's axe kick, Low had the breath knocked out of him for a moment before grabbing hold of the foot that had just kicked him. As he rose to his feet, Nathaniel attempted to put Jing into an ankle lock with the sole intention of breaking his opponent's leg.
Medical Center
Callisto had met Ieria's flames with her own frost, the two perfectly cancelling each other out. And now, as her sister charged towards her again, the grinning woman had a plan. She waited until Ieria was as close as possible, then took hold of one of her arms and flipped her over Callisto's shoulder, using the berserker's own momentum against her.
"Better start fighting smart, dear sister~!" she teased, giggling.
Alice simply focused on Johnny's limbs as he came towards her, binding their movement so that he was stuck still as a statue.
"Idiot."
Beacon Arena
"Nicely done!" a voice called out to Remus from somewhere above him.
Standing on a tree branch was Chelsea, Fleur de Lys at the ready. Apparently, his girlfriend had been watching his fight with Falken.
"I think it would be prudent of me to team up with someone strong like you, don't you think?" she said, giggling.
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Arena
"Chels?" Remus looked up at his girlfriend, wondering where the heck she had come from. "Well I guess if you could keep up." He said with a slight grin.
This was turning out to be a relatively good way to relax, meeting new students, having straightforward duels, and now fighting alongside his girlfriend.
I do hope Rheia turns out alright though... She looked pretty hurt...

Fight
"I'll kill you!" Ieria all but roared, her voice distorted by the tinge of the monster in her mind. While the clone protected her face from her swipes, Ieria's frenzied barrage exploited the gap to attack her midsection, attempting to stab and slash at her stomach with superheated claws as she tried to move her, if she was hit by Al's attacks, she didn't show it as her semblance negated all pain.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper