The two students stated their power as they all got prepared for the combat exercise. It should not be that long anyway. The vampire's test would end very soon. Very soon...
As Yurius had expected, Roland possessed the ability of Paladins, just like his namesake. Memories are not lost so easily. He stated just as the previous Nightbreakers did. As for Duncan, no celestial or magical power, just pure physical. Good, good...He had rarely ever seen a centaur in battle before. Now is a good time for an account, though boring it would be, since this guy was still a student, not a worthy and equal opponent. Now that the two of them had finished their preparation, the vampire waited, his hands in the pockets, as they charged.
The first one attacking was Roland. He came at him with the training sword and shield. But before Yurius reacted to the seemingly casual attack, his blade suddenly turned white, bursting in the flames of the divine. It was at this moment when the vampire removed his hands from his pockets, as he finally got into battle. An aggressive start, wasn't it? He could deflect this, but doing so he wouldn't be able to fully feel the force. The boy should be giving his all. And the blade should not be able to cause any significant damage. It was a training sword after all. Therefore, as the blade was about to meet the vampire's face, one of his hand shot up and grab the sword; his hand feeling the whole impact force.
'Formidable for a youngling...' He thought. The impact force did little to actually damage Yurius, but he felt his hand ringing from that power. And the flame really burned.
But then came the second attack. Roland thrust his shield forward. The vampire expected a bash, but as his other hand reached out to meet the thing, he was taken aback by a sudden burst of energy from that shield that he was so, so familiar with. It enveloped him, as he took a few steps back. That attack triggered something within him...
"A shame that you do not take my advice, Yurius Diencrade. In that case..." The familiar knight, standing firm with his shield up, shouted.
"Witness as your story ends. This is as far as you go!"And everything went white.
"Exorcism..." The vampire muttered under his breathe as the energy slowly dispersed. The move that took him down at that faithful battle. The move done by the greatest adversary he had ever faced. The move now repeated by this fellow student before him. But to the contrary of what he had expected, or that he shouldn't have expected that at all, the energy was weak. A thousand times weaker than Alister's. It left the vampire nothing more than ringing sores in a few spots.
The vampire was about to give this guy a counter attack when the other student, Duncan, attacked. Of course. How could he forget him? Duncan had the range advantage, as he shot the vampire multiple times with his bow and arrows. A hollow of a smirk crossed Yurius' face as he casually dodge the centaur's projectiles. His vampiric reflexes kept him safe from the arrows, also from Roland's potential follow-up attacks as they both demonstrated their offensive power, as for every each of them, he just subtly jerked his head and body to let it pass through him. It was entertaining to him. The centaur certainly had the ability to fire precisely and quickly. All arrows should have hit his forehead, if he hadn't been dodging them. The vampire actually had to use most his senses and reflexes to dodge the arrows. It was good having to exercise, feeling the intensity and pain of battle.
Eventually, Duncan ran out of arrows, so he charged at Yurius with a sword. That meant one thing: the offensive test is over. Now for the defensive test. It was time for the two of them to take his spot now. While the centaur was charging him, the two of them would witness, perhaps to them, the most bloodcurdling actions they had ever seen. Yurius' hand, with his sharp vampiric fingernails, suddenly moved to his own neck and clawed it. The claw was not really as painful, and the wound did not run deep, but his blood was leaking here and there. People would find that confusing and obviously frightening, but to Yurius, pain was his daily meal. His adrenaline was rushing. His power was increasing.
"Hahaha, you two are stronger than I imagined. I am 'slightly' satisfied."And with that, he took the offensive.
The first target was the charging centaur. Duncan was going as fast as he could, but to Yurius, his movements were slow. It left him wide open. And the vampire did not let that obvious chance slip away from his hand, as he delivered an upward punch to the centaur's abdomen area. The power was immense. If it was a direct hit, the centaur would be taken aback by it, not to mention he might fall to the ground because of the sheer force of some the vampire's finest punches.
Finished with Duncan, like a train locomotive was charging at him, Yurius headed for Roland. This guy had shield, he should be able to hold this out for a while. He delivered yet another punch to the shield, diagonally and downward. That should take the young trainee paladin to step a few steps back. Swiftly, he made a 360 degrees spin, slamming his other fist onto the shield, also diagonally and downward but in the other direction, with the same effect. Once done, he stood up and gave one last remark.
"Good try with that Exorcism, but you are not enough." And then he sent this young boy to the floor. An earth-bending blow from his fist sent toward the shield, yet again. But this time the force was so immense that it would be transferred to the boy himself, sending him to the floor. But that was it to that. He should be on his feet soon.
"That's enough gentlemen." Standing on the ground, seemingly oblivious to the wound he just inflicted upon himself, Yurius announced to the two participants. His voice returned from excitement to being calm and austere.
"A perfect example for those who will follow these two up, and for what your wild expectation may anticipate in future classes. You will not walk out of the class without eating the dirt. And as for you two..." He peered on Roland, and then glanced at the centaur, seemingly in deep thought.
"A worthy performance." And then complimented. A rare thing to come out from him, but he soon got back to his usual demeanor.
"But! Do not take this for complacency. You two are far from becoming a true Dawn Slayer." He began his general assessment.
"You." He addressed Duncan.
"I haven't learned your name yet. But you have displayed an adept skill at archery. Your precisions are deadly to any human beings. However, your blade is unartful! Slow, sluggish and full of openings. Take note young man, for you, at the end of this course, will have to show me your improvement.""And you, Roland Nightbreaker." He turned to Roland.
"An applaud for actually attempting the Exorcism on me." He said.
"But you, after all, are still a young frog. Your power are by no means feeble, but not enough. Progress! I want to see more, not just that! Also, although you appear to have a solid grasp on your divine magic, if you find yourself complacent with your physical prowess, I shall not see you passing this course. Do we understand each other?"Once Roland had answered, Yurius headed back to the center of the arena.
"Your demonstration is over." He said, as always ambiguous. He did not want to walk these kids in the park with all the details and instructions. As those two slowly left the arena, the vampire picked the next two for demonstrations. Knowing how Duncan and Roland had done it with Yurius, everything went a bit more quickly. Once done, the vampire had a few minutes left for another short exercise. It was slightly like a meditation session though, as the students shrug off the pain of the demonstrations, and relaxed themselves with moves, clearing their thoughts and let their inner fire speak to them. The vampire's method was clear. No students would be enforced with a pre-designed course or train on something irrelevant to their own style.
And then, lunch-time. Class was soon dismissed. The vampiric professor lingered for a few more minutes, tending the wounds that he, mostly, if not all, inflicted upon himself during the demonstration. He used a healing potion to heal his cuts that were leaking blood out of him.
"Hmmm." He noticed that he was running low on it.
"Ought to ask Mako for more." As a masochist who is a master of hitting himself, this kind of potion had become a common thing for the ancient vampire. He could save that to natural healings, but that would take longer, and seeing his face and neck full of blood marks would be a really disturbing thing.
"Yare yare...(What a pain...)" The vampire's aging voice slipped from his mouth as he walked towards the class, Mako's class. Class had ended, and the students were scrambling for food. As casual as he was, the old vampire did not make haste for the meal. No one was going take away his blood. There were very few vampires in the school, and probably none were staffs and teachers, so the source of blood in the cafeteria was nowhere being empty.
Arriving at Mako's class, seeing that the class was nearly empty, while she was also trying to finish up her work, the vampire, with his semi-casual yet semi-polite manner, said.
"Excuse me Ms Akane." He held out the empty flask. An indication that he was asking for some more healing potions. It should be all-too-familiar to the witchcraft master.
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