His free hand would be nearly blown back from the force, if it weren't for the aura, the bones in the hand would have broken, and it was likely even with them they would sustain some damage. As for Ieria, it would become increasingly clear that for all the damage he could be causing, Ieria just did not care as she slammed her head into his, her fangs bared as blood trickled down her face.
"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 SniperIeria moved in, ducking as she did, so that the blow landed dead on her nose. The sound of her nose breaking was clearly heard in the room as she pushed through, blood smeared across her face as she slammed yet another thunderous blow against him aiming for his heart.
"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 SniperIeria struggled in his hold, snarling as she repeatedly elbowed him in the ribs and stomach, as well as aiming a few shots at his face before breaking free and throwing a kick of her own at his legs.
"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 SniperWith Jack knocked off balance, even for a moment, it was enough for Ieria to start to move in for the kill. A flurry of punches were thrown to his face and upper body as she pressed forward, like a shark that had caught a whiff of blood in the water.
"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 SniperThe attempt was met with failure as Ieria pushed his arm aside with her own and pushed in once more, their heads ramming together in order to try and daze him, before she swung into him with enough force to blast him through the doors.
"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 SniperPageant Planning
Chelsea nodded thoughtfully, even as Seth looked on in disbelief.
"Then we are trying to go for striking, then? If that's the case, my mother would be the best one to give advice."
Erin
The ghost girl stayed silent for a long minute before answering hesitantly.
It is...overwhelming. My entire existence had been that of a weapon. I did what I was ordered. I did not have my own will, or self...I was not truly alive at all. But now...you say I have a family. I have been given a name. I saw...my sister...I cannot...it is just too big a change. Forgive me. I...did not mean to speak out of turn.
Wardrobe
Alexia continued blushing, embarassed at her own idiocy. Sighing, she shook her head and set about trying to help Lucas.
"Er, comfortable? Well, um, you are quite a bit taller than I am...and...ummm...with a different body style. So, perhaps we should look at Alice's clothes, then?"
FIGHT
Jack, having used his aura to tank the headbutt, quickly rsmmed shoulder first into her, using his arn to direct her to the side, making her fist simply just punc throught the door as he pressrd hid advantage. giving her several punches to the rib and head, before taking a step back and winding up for a brutal haymaker.
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Good to be backWardrobe
Stormer aimlessly walked through the massive wardrobe, with not a single clue of what he was gonna do for this competition. He was still unhappy about being chosen by Ozpin to participate, and the fact that it was mandatory was even worse. He sighed as he simply looked about through all the clothes near where Alexia and Lucas were standing, grumbling to himself about the matter.
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015SPOOKY TALKS
Chuckling mirthlessly, Glen replied It's like we're polar opposites then, aren't we? You're just gettin' tae meet that family o' yours just after I'm banished frae mine for bein' a coward. Lost my clan name in the process too. Pausing for a moment, his overall apethetic state quickly turning to one of sadness I'm kind o' glad my granda was nae there when they banished me. Dinnae ken how the old man would hae reacted.
Noticing the battle going on inside the arena getting louder and louder, Glen paused before continuing Cannae say I dinnae feel like all I am is a weapon sometimes. Born tae fight, kill an' die in the name o' the clan and my ancestors. An' dinnae worry about 'speakin' out o' turn' we're all friends here
And with that last sentence, the doors of the arena burst open with a berserk Ieria and a battered Jack in tow.
Planting Mors in the ground beside him, Glen muttered "Isn't this just feckin' braw." Dinnae go anywhere, probably goin' tae need those mind powers o' yours
Cracking his knuckles, Glen quickly discarded all of his weapons near Mors before marching up to Ieria. Realizing that punching the berserker in the face was probably a bad idea, Glen activated Highland Fury before attempting to restrain Ieria in a sleeper hold.
How To Look Presentable
"For starters... I don't think I'll look good in a fancy dress. Fancy, revealing one." She grumbled as she watched people select through their clothing. "...but I might be able to go around this with some other stuff to wear."
The gray-hair gestured to the selection of suits. "The least I can do is to present myself on stage in something snazzy. Swimsuits are still out of the question, so I just have to make a good impression."
"Of course..." Hope's brows furrowed. "I can't even stand up without a crutch, but making some makeshift leg is probably outta the question unless I want to flop on my face like a square."
Palace, Dressing Up Game With Lexi And Al
Alfred, of course, stayed with Lexi due to being her bodyguard and all, the ridiculous size of her drawer was definitely something new, even his employer and his relatives didn't have something like that, and he could not help but question why they would spend so much money on cloth variety, but the knight quickly shrugged and just rolled with it.
Al looked at Alexia trying to help Lucas like the shy princess she always is, pinched his temple for a few brief seconds, thinking whether it's appropriate to step forward in this case, and decided it probably couldn't hurt.
"Hey, Lucas, what's your size and what color do you want? I can probably pick one that'd be comfortable for you" He said with a vacant expression on his face.
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Art of the Dress
After a few minutes of being lost in the wardrobe Rheia eventually decided it would be better if she thought critically about her situation. It didn't seem likely she'd be getting much help given everyone else here was also trying to look pretty, so it fell entirely on her to pick something out.
Besides. If need be I can wait until everyone else is done before asking. NBD.
After a few seconds of thought - and remembering her fiery, orange hair - Rheia decided that a dress of some sort matching her hair would look wonderful, and she gravitated over to wherever the "orange" section was, to look about.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Pretty Predictable Palace.
With all the glitz and glamour of the palace showing at every turn, Falken wasn't exactly sure that he liked it. Spacious, yes, fancy and classy definitely, but it still seemed like a giant gilded cage. Not exactly something he was fond of.
Everything taking place all at once wasn't easy to keep track of either as the falcon faunus sneaked away. ...He swore he caught a glimpse of someone familiar and called out, but whether they ran off when they saw him or ignored him, it was hard to tell as he kept wandering for a while longer...and overheard the conversation about clothes before deciding to speak up like an idiot as he peered at the wardrobes.
"Is usin' a crutch a bad thing though? I mean, you could probably make it look like a fancy cane if ya learnt how to lean and balance on that, don't ya think?"
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Unlikely Help
Hope glanced over at Falken. "...well, crutch is not exactly a cane. A crutch is there to keep you standing at all." She shook her head in disagreement. "Cane helps with walking, but it's one thing if you have, say, weak legs and another if you don't have a leg at all."
"Put short..." She gestured to no one in particular. "I'd flop and crash into the stage if I tried to balance on a cane. Still..." She smiled at her teammate. "Suggestion's appreciated."

FIGHT
Jack grinned as his aura sparked from the hit. He caught the hand his free hand, keeping it away from his neck. He would bring the metal elbow down on her shoulder and attempt to headbutt the faunus. "This is it! This is a fight!"
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