"With a hop and a skip, any kitten with a passion and a dream can achieve new heights!"
Pro Hero, Sen Tayora the Salem Witch!
Owner of the Tayora Trickery Agency
Quirk: Magician's Blessing!
🔁 & ❤
||• well if Amaias don’t go for blood he’ll probably drop her off at the nurse.
He doesn’t have any thing against her and honestly this experience of fighting and battling her will be replayed in his head increasing his battle knowledge.
||• Amaias can go down three routes.
He could either see her as his sister and immediately lose all will to fight.
See her as the source of his revenge and go full rage
Or something along the middle
||to be fair, Qiu's been gambling with every move at this point, one more bad hit and she's risking being detained
||With this next move she's risking a vital organ stopping (something that stays shut down for thirty minutes, which could be fatal depending on the organ)
This voice? It taunted him it teased him in his dreams.
This voice was his strength yet also his rage.
Suddenly Amaias nodded up toward the sky before suddenly flying straight up quickly and he wouldn’t stop until he was above the clouds.
He didn’t have time to make anything and he didn’t want to risk changing his blades and not being able to summon them back.
A look of fear covered his face as if only for a moment as he then smirked before screaming.
“I won’t be seeing her yet… not now.”
The moment they touched the ground, their wings moved to cover them. Taking the brunt force of the attack as they steadied themselves. It had ruined her balance for a moment, that much was a given. Though she likely should have expected that much.
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To fully avoid her.
sʜᴇ’s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.
Suddenly his blood ran cold. His breathing grew heavy as his hold on his blades tightened.
No one will stop me.
sʜᴇ’s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ —>
Amaias watched the fireball before he waved his sword a burst of water suddenly surging forth hitting the fire ball causing a mini explosion of steam.
A distraction? Well he’s not giving her a chance.
The drill blade suddenly shifted their shape into a club like —>
When he left her immediate field of view, she leaned forward. Letting her momentum carry her to the ground, before stabbing her claws into the ground below. Moving her wings back, she entered a hastened hand stand. She saw the drill like shape formed right before...
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Them as the blades bounced off her wings. He then had the floating blades position their self to a drill like shape and then had them strike at her from infront making the space between them a bit more hazardous to travel.
This time he wouldn’t allow his self to fall into her grip. Almost as if he teleported he dashed around her. Her wings would let her follow him up but it’s hardest to suddenly go reverse from forward momentum.
Once he got behind her he dashed back putting more space between —>
"Pfft, what's with that dumb arse phrasing? If you couldn't take me out with the cannon, then the organ failures will have to do it for you I suppose. "
The thought prompted another laugh from her, though when she saw the blades.
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Forward as the blades he made earlier before the canon flew toward her. It was like a mini storm of blades that probably wouldn’t bother her too much at this point.
He smirked as he grabbed another rock forming another sword in his hand dual wielding just felt right to him most of the time.
Taking a deep breath his swords shrunk to about only two feet but got wider in response.
Short sharp daggers would serve him better now.
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The laugh reverberated from her once again. It was now that she chose to move out of the smokescreen. There weren't any exuberant changes, besides the fact she was, a bit taller, her legs seemed to have fully transformed, as well as her arms.
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“The dragon is taking nap but don’t worry you’ll be following behind also.”
He said this as he started to titter tot into his quirk exhaustion even more. But he trains for this.
He could probably make 2-4 more items before he lose sight of the fight.
Amaias stepped -/>
He didn’t come to close but he held the sword waiting for her to approach him he wasn’t in the best of shape for a close range battle but he’ll never back down.
“So do you forfeit and admit defeat or do you want to keep going.”
Amaias took a deep breath as he paid no mind to her rambling. Catching his breath he simply grabbed a rock and made a sword before he started to approach her.
“Of course I’m not weak I have a goal, I’m on a path of vengeance and anyone in my way shall meet defeat.”
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There's what she wanted. A howling laugh escaped her as she removed herself from where she had posted herself up. Instead of jumping to the side again, she merely jumped back. Taking the better brunt of the beam to her arms, where were raised for n defense.
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And the hair thin beam rushed her from the side aiming to go through both her thighs hopefully with out her noticing.
Amaias released the canon after he fired it now he’s waiting to see how things will play out.
He smirks as suddenly it wasn’t the fastest but he moved the canon and once he aimed it at her again he fired again. But this time the beam was larger.
If she thought the hair tin beam was done then she’ll be sadly mistaken.
The large beam rushed at her from the front -/>
There it was.
With her hands sweeping across the ground, and her already lowered stance exerted, she dashed to the side. She had expected it to be larger but... Seeing the hairline trigger of an attack blast towards her, was almost more so terrifying...
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Amaias fired off the blast. At first it seemed like a huge blast would blast through the barrel of the weapon but suddenly a thin almost hair like bean fired through in almost a blink of an eye.
It was aimed at her shoulder as the beam had an incredible amount —>
She lowered down to the ground completely. The glow in her chest, finally comp acting down into a steady shade of blue. It was now that she closed her mouth. Once she reached the ground, she lowered down into a crouching position. Hands hovering above the ground.
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