[AkiBlue vs. Theskyrocketkid] Hunted

[AkiBlue]

Ace did her normal activities of the morning. She passed by the calendar noticing the words important across the day. A full year had passed since she had been hunted by- someone unknown. Ace had escaped death- more than once but moved far away to England this time.
Ace grabbed a cold muffin from off of her counter and walked out the house to head down to the empty field where she trained. As the muffin reache her hand, it instantly warmed. "Yum." She bit into the muffin. She jogged out of her small house and waved a good morning to a few neighbors. All, a routine. "Something exciting will eventually happen in this small town." Ace sighed but continued to jog all the way to the empty field, and jumped over the fence effortlessly.
As usual she began her morning training. "Fire sword." She breathed as a sword was created out of the fire she breathed.

[theskyrocketkid]

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"It’s about damned time,” the boy thought to himself as the sun began to crest its peak at the top of the hillside he was camped in the shade of. Both quick and silent he was as he accounted for his belongings. The pentagram shaped scar on his palm slid comfortably along the chalky leather of the twin bastard sabre’s sheathings. The dark tormenting memories had reoccurred the night before, as per the norm when he was on a mission of this sort. Though it was joked within the Templars that he only was as high in rank because of his familial ties he was indeed the resident witch hunting expert and whenever a mission of such caliber came up, he was the goto guy, Akzel Payne, Templar #9

Akzel rose from his squatted position as a tremor shot through his body. It was a warm sensation that originated from one of the two watch-like devices on his wrists. The youth raised his lengthy right army flicking his wrist to rotate the band to where the face would be towards him. The case and band on this device were a metallic black set at quarters with lavender gems as buttons. The face was a mass of glowing lights, a lavender pulsing background with charges of blue flowing throughout it in different directions. With a click of the upper most right lavender button the face spun and an orb of lavender rose into the air in front of the boys tanned brown face reflecting in the dark violet of his eyes causing a ghostly glare.

Within the orb he saw his target, a girl no older then himself. [color=”indigo”]Too bad she’s one of them, kinda cute.”[/color] he immediately tensed and his face took on a look of disgust as suddenly the scattered blue sprites along the sphere began to gather around the girl and suddenly a sword of pure flames sprung to life in her hands.

A sound of pure disgust and hatred escaped the boys rage caked throat as he slammed his hand to his side, dissipating the image. He headed around the hill and could see the quant village growing before his village. Though he had no sight of the girl he could tell by the reflection of fire playing across the shadowed alley wall of a barn that she was in that direction. He headed that way without acknowledging any of the villagers curious at the sight of this modern young man. He stood just under 6 feet tall and, for what little meat there was to the obvious youth, he was very well toned. His hairless calves could be seen in the gap where the alternating black and emerald square designs at the border of his loose white capris split from the black and white high top sneakers he wore. The matching emerald green hood of his sleeveless vest kept his dark blue, almost black hair down hiding eyes intent upon the girl, no the bruja had cast her last profanity upon this innocent village.

[AkiBlue]

Ace twirled her sword around, just soon various tricks to entertain herself. There was an eerie change in the air and she let the sword die away in her hands. "That's odd..." She shrugged shoulders and blew a small breath of flame, creating a bird that fit into her palms. From that bird, she then created a flower. Another thing to entertain her as she took a break from training.
That eerie feeling still had not left her. "Something is wrong..." She stood and made her fire art disappear. Out of instinct, she climbed up a tree to see what was going on. Ace squinted and noticed someone on the path way to the field. "He doesn't look so...promising, especially if he's the cause of my feeling." She jumped into another tree and climbed higher, waiting and hiding.
Ace grumbled, I thought these days were over! No more hiding, no more running! Why can't I just be left alone...

[theskyrocketkid]

The Fear, no, not just fear. Yes, anger, hatred, disgust, emotions of darkness.

Akzel took the final hundred yards into the training yard with a sudden swift triple leap bounding from his first to second, second to third and there on, covering the space in quarters with a seemingly small effort, but he was enraged. The snarl on his face looked almost demonic in his rage. All barriers on the empathy held within the slight youth were released and he took to the ball of fury and fear like a bloodhound to a rabbit trail, his head lilted from side to side, his eyes closed and his nose rose into the air as he tasted the air physically as well as empathically. Suddenly he stopped in her direction and his eyes snapped open. The rage within him caused his eyes to shine a glowing eerie indigo and he let loose a vile snarl, ”Die, bruja!”

With eyes wide open and senses spread too their furthest the boy wasted no time. The black wrist device was pressed once again and seemed to shift and alter, plates shifted, lifted and rotated until now the glowing face was blue in its majority, the outline a solid violet, and flat along the palm of his right hand. He spread his legs and placed his left hand at the base of his right wrist and gripped it tightly bracing himself. The air around his hand began to hum with energy and he raised his palm to direct towards his target as he shouted what seemed like a thunderclap voice into the silence of this hidden village, ”For the crimes of manipulation of the element fiero and continuing hex amorus on these innocents, bruja, you are being charged. The penalty is death,” pausing the boy uttered a laugh of contempt, “but you knew that, now die!”[/b]

[AkiBlue]

Ace flipped out of the tree landing with a soft thud on the grass. "What the hell are you talking about!? I did nothing?" She watched the boy, no older than her glare at her with rage and hatred. "Whatever happened to you and your life- I can guarantee that I was NOT the cause."

She stepped back always trying to make peace first. "An would you stop calling me a bruja!" She pondered over everything else he rambled about. Hex Amorus? That's stuff about- "Hey! I'm not a witch you brat! You've got the wrong person! Fire elemental....maybe but everything else is wrong!" Her temper grew shorter as the stranger stood there. This is NOT what I meant by change in routine.

Ace stood defensively, still with a slight hope of "talking things through."

[theskyrocketkid]

As her blatant lies slapped him across his face, the red glare to his vision heightened. He felt the rage as a sharp tickling sensation building up in his gut, at his core. The boy attempted to quiet her foul lies with a charge expended from the plasma cannon on his palm. The energy charged air convulsed down on a spot directly at the center of his palm and imploded. The imploding energy hung there in Akzel’s palm. The boy suddenly shifted his stance until he was standing with his legs at opposite angles , he twisted his hips, using abdominal muscles trained for just this action he completed his spin, bringing his arm around in a whip like motion to send the ball of energy hurtling directly at where he saw the lying witch to be.

As soon as the ball of churning kinetic energy released from the surface of the palm cannon a shockwave of released energy shot outwards and sent Akzel backward a few paces. The boy let the momentum take him and spun in a gentle flip, he landed lightly in a crouched position, the tips of the fingers on his free left hand pressed into the soft rich soil beneath him. He kept his right arm out to the side, his palm facing outward. As soon as he landed he would attempt to charge the air around his palm again as he searched the area for the result of his first blast.

[AkiBlue]

Ace sent up a fiery wall blocking the attack. He obviously didn't get the message. As she was attacked, she growled and sent out a wave of fire toward him. "That is enough!" She blew a breath of fire and a few small knives appeared in her hand. "I don't know why you are a ball of rage right now, but you will not take your abet out on me!" She threw the blades at him and then took a step back. "Since you are forcing me to fight- who and what are you? Besides the small ball of fury and rage."
She got into a defensive stance and stood her ground. What is wrong with this kid! And why does he hate me so much?? I've never done anything wrong!"

[theskyrocketkid]

Akzel pressed himself down into the soft forgiving soil as the wall of flame began to dissipate, dissolving his first blast. His eyes barely caught the glint of steel as the first blade slid across the skin of his cheek, slicing a fine line along the edge of his jaw. As soon as the contact was felt his muscles uncoiled, releasing him upward into the sky. His body spun like a top and the energy imploded. The whip like motions of his arms spinning outward from his body sent the ball of energy in her direction as he came out of the spin, he landed only a mere foot from where the blades had impaled the freshly turned soil.

The boy charged forward, ignoring her words, his rage being funneled into a tornado of fury within the slight muscular frame. As he charged forward, his free hand snapped upward and clicked a pressure sensitive soft panel on the seemingly seamless white frames of his glasses. A digital screen flourished to life within the lenses of his frames and his eyes closed before opening again suddenly a lot brighter purple and fully dilated.

The screen mapped out across everything in his vision, filtering in information from every piece of corporeal substance in his environment, filtering it through the Templar system he was uploaded to and gave him an instant assessment of its potential uses offensively, defensively, neutrally and customizable depending on its proximity to him and any other body of life. An amazing system he and his father had helped design together for this purpose. Another click and the frames flattened against his face. Plates slid back, out and across the boy’s wavy black hair beneath his hood to connect. The seamless plated goggles dimmed from white to deep ebony and from within the cowl of his hood glowed two slanted eyes. Both were a glowing light violet and a buzzing could be heard from the boy’s direction.

Surrender to your executioner, or be forced to by mandate of the Order of Templars enacted by Templar, rank code designation 009, PANE."

[AkiBlue]

Ace jumped back dodging him. "Look dude, I can see you're angry for some reason, but would you chill out for just one second!" As he charged toward her, Ace panicked a little and twirled to his side and pressed a pressure point under his arm, to make it numb. Then Ace breathed engulfing the boy in a flaming circle. "You definitely need a time out!"

Ace took the opportunity to talk. "Why do you- What did I do to make you so upset? And what is this Templar crap you're talking about." She walked around the circle making sure no part of the flame died down. She was determined to get answers before she was possibly killed by this strange creature. "What are you anyway?"

She watched him curiously, a though getting attacked was normal for her- well it use to be...Ace looked at the boy and decided to let the flame die down some, not wanting to hurt him too bad.

[theskyrocketkid]

Angry didn’t come close to describing the tumultuous storm of emotions churning barely beneath the surface of the seemingly crazed boy. He felt a sharp stab as his body registered the blow lined to connect with his pressure point. Instead of tensing himself, the boy rolled with the hit, wincing at the pain that was soon followed by a tickling sensation that ran along his arm. The next sensation was that of heat quickly surrounding him. The air began to heat up exponentially and he could hear the crackle as his nose hairs began to burn to cinders.

The boy glanced from side to side taking a quick assessment of the flames and realizing that his movement would only result in his injury, he closed his eyes and took several deep calming breathes. When he opened his eyes the flames had faltered down to a somewhat calm state, though they kept him well imprisoned.

"I have no requirement nor the inclination to explain myself to you." the boy snarled through the crackling flames. He spread his hands wide as possible within the confines of his fiery cage and looked around, "Looks like the work of a practiced hexer."