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    .:Sisteena:.

    Either the Organization didn't favour her prolonged survival or Sisteena had been especially unlucky to have met her last few adversaries but this was a little too much for her capable hands to deal with let alone having to face it with an arm injured. The weight of the claymore seemed to be getting heavier as blood trickled down her slim arm, tainting the ivory skin with the reddish colour. Despite the human appearance this was the thing she sensed with her poor ability, that alone screamed at her that this creature whatever she was be it yoma or a new specimen entirely was dangerous news. Even through Sisteena's usual stoic expression she couldn't help but become slightly intimidated by the new adversary before her, she bit her lips admitting that this thing was much stronger than she currently was. Perhaps it was a horrid idea to part with Lindy earlier, had she been here Sisteena might have had a chance at escape.

    "I am Sisteena, warrior #138 a trainee Claymore. I bear no ill will towards those who is not Yoma, therefore if I may ask I wish to enquire your name and what you are." Her face remained stoic and calmer than one might expect from an assault she received from a dying Yoma. Her eyes shared non of the panic her fellow peers fallen by Nyskrte's attacks and her tone of voice proved to be collected for an individual who just might die right here and now today should Nyskrte felt like it. Sisteena never intended to meet such a powerful creature, not in her first staps to become a Claymore.

    While striking a conversation with one of the most deadliest creature she's come against so far, she couldn't help but remember the same feeling she felt when her family and friends became reduced to nothing but dead piling corpses at the hands of the awful creature. The same creature the Claymores back then named Awakened Being. Was this an Awakened Being? she asked this to her memories but nothing tangible came to her mind. The feeling of intimidation and scent of death was overwhelming just as it had been for her as she was a child of few summers old. This must be it, an Awakened Being alas but so soon.

    How to escape, the thought raced through her mind like a wildfire spreading across a field of corn leaving nothing but stress and panic though she showed no signs of it through her cold expression and her poker face.

    "What business do you have here old one?" she asked hoping to gain both time and a little more information about what in the world was she going to have to deal with this time. It was against her usual method of attacking head on but this was a matter of life and death, the cunning and elusive way with the words would have to suffice to gain a little time for her to do anything right now whether that be to slowly heal the injured sword arm to maximize her chances of escape or to stall time hoping reinforcements may arrive. A second of analyzing and she pitifully laughed from her mind at the latter possibility. Chances were low but she would have to make do with what she can right now without angering or provoking the creature and that meant to live a little while longer to get both intel and much needed time to regenerate the numbing arm back into shape for a full on attempt to escape.

    "I wasn't told anything other than Yoma lurked these woods, you realize a creature of your power will not go unnoticed by the Organization's black cloaks who is escorted by their finest single digit warriors?"

    Think, what can I say to keep a cool demeanor while engaging in a prolonged conversation with this creature....? Her right arm collected yoki inside the veins as she tried desperately to keep her face from becoming distorted until the released state of her fully awakened arm should she need it to defend herself from a attack instead of the much wanted continued conversation. Her foot rested in a stand, nimbly waiting to either dodge or parry as attacking seemed pointless at her current level. She waited for an answer as she faced the face of death.

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    [Black Cloaks]
    "How are our tiny budding warriors doing?" A man asked, cloaked in black, blending into the darkness of the surrounding shadows.

    "150 are dead, several more are dying, 5 have awakened and the many more are injured. They are generally scared save a few, who are generally brave and cautious--" she paused for a couple of seconds while keeping her eyes closed "there are a few outstanding warriors, the potential in this group...I can't measure that yet, until I get closer. But I from what I can already tell, the few have very high combat potential."

    "What of the Yoma?" The man asked.

    "The majority of the fodder are dead, all the Awakened ones are still alive, one is injured pretty badly though. The area looks like it will be cleansed shortly." She responded, scanning the environment horizontally. She opened her eyes and looked towards the shadow, "When are we sending in the real warriors to clean up the mess?" She asked, she really wanted to ask when they were gonna clean up their mess. But her fear of retribution was overwhelming.

    "We will send him in soon. When the mission is over." He looked up at the sky, looking at the sun trying to ascertain the time. "A few more hours, and this mission will be over. I really hope the useful one's live." The man said with a sheepish smile on his face.

    Towards the eastern plane, a bright but small light flashed in the corner of his eye, in a weird sequence. The flashes of light reflected in his eyes, he nodded in recognition then turned towards the warrior.

    "Cornelia, I have some business to attend to. Keep watch and report to the nearest handler, I think Tanit is close by." The man then placed his hand on his hood, pulling it forward to further cover his face.

    "Will do, Ortre." Cornelia said to him, she turned towards the forest, staring at the now fading sun, "Stay safe young warriors, try your best to survive."

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    Nyskrte

    She barked childishly in full sight of the Claymore and balled a raised fist to address Jacob, it wasn't the first time this yoma had showed an interest in her affairs. Nyskrte quite frankly wasn't in the mood to lectured by him now. especially when there was an captive audience present.

    "I'm having my fun! Don't come between me and my fun!"

    Her cheeks were rosy from embarrassment again. She turned her attention back onto Sisteena who tensed up but remained unerringly calm as she replied. Relaxing her hands, Nyskrte took a deep breathe to dissipate the aura of murderous intent that the yoma behind them had invoked.

    "I am Nyskrte, former #16. I was quite happy as I was, but your superiors have decided to throw you and all the other lambs to the slaughter to speed up the selection process. I'll have to find another place to put my feet up after all of this is said. There will be no peace to be found here any longer."

    Nyskrte's hands snapped out and grab Sisteena firmly by the arms, pulling the woman's form to hers as she regarded the young Claymore with a dangerous gaze and equally dangerous grin. Did she know that they were being prepared for awakening? She stared rudely at her captive, looking to see if those eyes averted from her prying ones.

    "Your a puppet now Sisteena, but given time, you will cut the strings as I did."

    And with that, the awakened one simply released her grasp.

    "Go back to your masters little lamb and ponder the same questions like many before you."

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    Then die...
    Have you ever reached the level of irritation that you remained completely calm and indifferent to everything which surrounded you, being completely focused on your objective ? Jacob just reached it
    ..Shadow hide me
    Shadow works were produced perfectly - if she wanted to ignore me, then she won't be able to aknowledge me anymore - or maybe she wants to find me now ? Well, now she can't , can she ?

    Jacob moved briskly towards his pray
    I may talk to you right now but you won't even notice that - that's how this works - I don't exist for you - this is what you wished for, right ? But you know - I like to collect things and your mask looks quite...rare

    Jacob took his hand above his head, making an illusion like the arm grew in length, but it's not like anyone can see that right now - he used that technique many times, he nows perfectly what distance is neccesary and how to use it, this attack never failed.
    For now she can't sense me, but even with all my calmness I will lose control over shadow works in the moment I use that technique..pity for her, she won't be fast enough to dodge it, her face is mine - prepare yourself, for Sacrament of Mask

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    .: Deimos :.

    Sparks danced in the wind. Behind the yoma he faced, Deimos saw the flames rise to the heavens, devouring ancient wood and scrawny bush. It backlit the yoma's unmistakeable form as it rushed towards him, arm obviously prepared to extend--

    Deimos cursed. He couldn't read it. Couldn't read the yoki. Yet. Without his perception of the yoki's flow he could only make an educated guess as to where the monster wanted to hit him.

    Damn this capricious skill!

    "Watch my back, Arc!" he yelled, and drew his claymore.

    Oh well. Time I stopped suppressing my own yoki, perhaps just a bit. Just a little bit.

    He grinned, the death mask returned. Once again he balanced his sword on his armored shoulder, straightened, then raised his free hand in a universal gesture of contempt. "Cooome and get it!"

    Speed. It's the only trump card I have left without tapping into my ability. What use is strength, when momentum will surely do the rest?

    I will not have my eyes turn gold. I cannot. It will not!


    A trickle of his potential shot into his bloodstream until veins and nerves stuck out against pale flesh. Still his eyes remained silver.

    Once the yoma attacks, at the very last moment when his move seems to touch me, I will dodge aside even if it grazes me. And then I will tackle the monster and shove it into the fire. If that doesn't work--

    Very well. I will impale it on my blade!


    Deimos crouched into his battle stance, the same stance he took against the awakened being.

    Waited.

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    [Jacob vs Nyskrte]
    Jacob launched himself at Nyskrte's upper region, with one hand placed on the top of her head, the other held back in order to strengthen the tearing process. His arm came down on Nyskrte's face like a jack hammer, certainly this attack had hit it's mark.

    Nyskrte wasn't paying attention to Jacob until now, it was obvious that Jacob had underestimated Nyskrte's power, he tried to claw through her face, but to no avail. He had her full attention now as their eyes met. Nyskrte grinned roguishly as Jacob was hanging off the top of he mask open to whatever punishment Nyskrte could dish out...

    [Arc & Deimos]
    The Yoma Arc faced must have loved nature, trees in particular. As Arc threw his feint branch to the left of the Yoma, covering the right, a large thud followed by a "SON OF A CUR!" came from the direction of the Yoma.

    "I really hate these damn half ling fools!" The Yoma shouted, swinging his arm down in disgust. Distracted and very annoyed from having been hit with two branches in a relatively short amount of time, the Yoma decided to try and lock onto Arc again, who was no where to be found. He saw the other male trainee, but had lost sight of his own adversary.

    *SHINK*, the Yoma felt something very cold and rigid in his chest, blood oozed from his mouth and gargled noises spewed forth. The Yoma looked down slightly to see a large sharp foreign object sticking out of his chest. "Damn you half-breeds...damn you all...to the abyss..." he said as Arc placed his foot on the monsters chest, kicking him forward and releasing his Claymore.

    Behind Arc, Deimos was preparing to execute his own plan, and waited patiently for the Yoma to attack him. The Yoma's patience grew short, as it was never very long to begin with, especially when he was hungry. It dashed towards Deimos with an evil grin, lowering his claw below his abdomen and making a diagonal slash upwards, towards Deimos' face. The slash trickled along Deimos' face, scratching it ever so slightly as Deimos rolled with the blow towards the back of the Yoma, grabbing one arm and holding it hostage with his claymore.

    The fire in front of Deimos hissed and spat. It burned with such intensity that the duo did nothing but look at it for a few seconds, embers danced madly around anything that would invite it's presence, consuming all that dared come close. With a faint smile, Deimos pushed the Yoma in the direction of the fire, letting it stagger a few steps forward before following up with an incredibly violent shoulder tackle and easily lifted the Yoma off it's feet and sent it flying into a fiery embrace.

    "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" The Yoma screamed in pain, writhing due to the shear torture it's body was going through. The screams eventually died out, leaving only the crackling noises of what now could be this inferno's last breathe.

    Kaiserin
    Things looked bad from where she was, the powerful being and another unknown force were entangled in a strange battle. Waiting to see who the victor was could ensue in death of either her, or the trainee who was injured. Seeing the strong force release the trainee created doubt within Kaiserin's mind. "Why didn't it kill her? What is she to encounter such a force and still be fine?! Could she be one of them...or turning into one of them?" Kaiserin thought to herself, she felt something strange around the trainee, but it could've been the residual aura from the strong being. Quickly and quietly, Kaiserin crept away, moving faster than she ever had before (meaning she tripped over stuff a lot more often).

    Eventually her stomach gave up, "even using that little bit of yoki makes me this hungry?!" she thought, while images of soft, smooth flesh and guts invaded her mind. She breathed in slowly, held and released, while saying "I've...got to eat someone..." Her tone deadpan. This was the part about herself she hated the most, cursing her existence wasn't rare but it did happen on particularly bad days (which happened to be most of her time spent as a trainee).

    Lusting for blood, she wondered around in a daze, trying to find someone, anyone who was still slightly alive so she could eat. "Remember what Tanit told you, clear your mind and emotion when doing it...otherwise the others will sense your intent." She told herself quietly, trying not to think anymore. She pictured the days she spent with her family and sister, keeping those thoughts in her head and filling her heart with those emotions, while on the outside, a killer was lurking.

    She heard a cry after not long, with animal like instincts she detected the direction and distance of the distress call, and rushed over there. She laid her eyes on a young female trainee. She was battered, bloody and had no energy left based on the markings preceding her. The trainee had dragged herself a good distance, but this looked like it was her limit. The thoughts of murder and hunger left Kaiserin's mind at the sight of this helpless girl. There was one thing she couldn't resist even more than her hunger, it was helping someone in need. She ran over to the girl quickly and placed her hand on her exposed chest. "I will help you, don't worry, I won't let you die in this place...not like this." Kaiserin said, her hand pulsed as did the girls chest.

    "Even if I run away from 100 battles, I would never run away from a person in need..." She said softly...

    OOC: the person kaiserin is helping is a random npc.
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    Jacob

    Pfft, normally that works without a need of help - this attack never fails, whatever is necessary I will do to accomplish it

    Hoped that the vision of awakened was still blurred by his hand and confusion which made gave him enough time to perform second stage of his attack. He never relied on his arm strength - that wasn't his best ability, but the sharp moves of the claws mostly do the trick. The way Jacob always helps out himself in such situation is using his enormously muscular legs - legs which power and speed he was always proud off.

    He flipped and with full strength kicked with both of his legs into awakened being corpus, giving him force to continue his destructive attack. He moved his hand with full force, giving the all power he needed. He took the second hand and hit the mask with full force to weaken her bonds with body.

    Jacob screamed, trying to increase the confusion of awakened being :
    Sorry, I'm still going with your mask !! - No hard feelings, beauty !!
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    Arc

    Arc pick up the branches that he threw at the Yoma as he watched as Deimon finished off his opponent by throwing it into the fire. Arc was thinking, "This fight went to the best case scenario for once during this mission. Well I guess sometimes things have to go better then you expected." Then Arc said "How you enjoy your barbeque?" After a short pause until he was sure he had Deimon attention he stated, "Anyways it nearing the time limit of this training mission so we better start heading to the meeting point. I think going the long, rough way south around the fire until we hit the stream and follow that stream would be safest route. This mostly because the fire cut off the safest route directly too the stream now. Since there are some allies along that path and I have deduced the main threat along that route. Now the problem is on this route we skim by a large yoki. Which I will assume based on the fact that bits have been spliting off between, the occassions I have check, that the yoki is from a Yoma's nest. However this nest is most likely on the other side of the stream. If we go for the road we will end up in the direction which a lot of claymore yoki have disapeared and another large yoki that keeps apearing and disapearing was around there too, it maybe something on the lines of another of those rumoured awakened beings. Thought we may cross more alive allies on that way and it is also shorter. So which way are you going for? I will go with your decision with this case." Arc then thought, "The best choice at this moment is to stay in group and travel together no matter which route is chosen. Better to let the other decide and just hope for the best. We have come this far let how much farer are team work can take us." Then Arc just thought with an internal sigh, "Of course the handlers had to pick a meeting point that forces the trainees to go by the Yoma's nest just to make sure they do something before the ranker come in."
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    .: Deimos :.

    The cut throbbed, blood clotting out from the wound. Deimos touched it. The yoma had slashed him from the tip of his chin to the cheek. It touched the corner of his mouth. Inflicted pain turned his grin into a grimace before he smoothed it to the usual bland features, and he lost his devilish bloodlust against all yoma.

    My regeneration rate is almost as bad as a human's. Yet another skill I need to refine. This will scar a while before fading out. Will they laugh at me now, for being so clumsy as not to completely avoid the beast's attack?

    Mmph. Since when did I care for what others thought about me?


    Arc spoke. "How you enjoy your barbeque?"

    Deimos turned his attention to his companion. A proven companion, at that. He glanced at the broken heap that was the yoma Arc had dispatched, and a hint of respect showed in the set of his eyes.

    A clean kill.

    He listened to Arc talk, the crackle of the stubborn flames roughening and muffling the Claymore's words at times. When Arc finished speaking, Deimos didn't reply straight away.

    So. We go south and around, the long way about. But it isn't the large yoki that worries me.

    "I still can't sense yoki well," Deimos said. "My pathfinding abilities are worthless without being able to read ahead the dangers around us. You'll have to lead, Arc. But we can't afford to meet any yoma. Any yoma at all. We're too few and I fear the others are scattered. We must avoid encounters at all cost, even if it means running away. For now.

    "You're right. We'll have to skim past the enemy. And if we find any of our comrades..."

    He wiped his brow. The heat of the fire made the air quiver and wave. We can't stay here a moment longer. Time to move.

    Sword resting on his shoulder, Deimos gave Arc an affirmative nod. In a much quieter voice: "Arc. Lead on. I'll watch your back this time."

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    Nyskrte

    Blinking nonchalantly at Jacob who seemed to be far too involved in his attacks to realise that she was completely unfazed, Nyskrte decided it was time to put this foolish yoma in his place. She reached out and grasped the fist of a swing aimed at her face.

    "Oh right, my turn."

    Pulling him past her with the force of his own attack, she brought an armored knee up to meet his passing chest with brutal and reliased force. Nyskrte contemplating bringing her hand down on upon the exposed back of his neck and ending this fool's life right now. But instead before he could pull himself off the ground, the awakened one was upon him with a foot digging into the area between his shoulder blades.

    "We might share the same blood, but that didn't stop me from killing those Claymores now did it?"
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