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@VitaVitaAR

Sabers and Lancers mostly. If a fellow Assassin wields a bladed weapon then possibly. The focus is any Servant who wields a traditionally bladed weapon against her. Most archers wouldn’t be affected by her Duelist skill but an Archer like Emiya would be affected.
@VitaVitaAR

Okay. I'll flesh it out a bit more to make it more understandable. The skill in my mind is in the same vein as Sherlock Holm's Chinese Boxing skill. My goal with all her skills is to make her a specialized threat to Knight class Servants.
@AmpharosBoy

The chink in Sonja's armor appeared in the form of a twitching frown that quickly disappeared in a thin smile. She despised the idea of losing. She found anyone okay with losing not much worth her time and... She crushed that line of thinking in an instant. She wasn't going to be that person anymore. Sonja had to admit it was nice meeting someone who didn't glare a her. She was sure she was still the focus of gossip back home so she wasn't quite ready to let go of someone actually willing to tag along with her. She couldn't help but notice the nurse seemed to recognize the boy and his Pokemon. So he was a local then? Perhaps a guide was just what she needed.

"I'd enjoy the company." She rubbed the top of Missy's head. "And we always bring our A-game."

She allowed herself a genuine, of a little wide grin at thought of some old fashioned combat. She hoped these Pre-Gym trainers were as good as he stated, as she was thirsting for a good battle.

"I'm Sonja by the way and the little troublemaker is Missy."
@VitaVitaAR

Sooo I somehow got Endurance and Agility mixed up lol so that's an easy fix. I'll work on her first Np a little to make it more understandable. As for her Duelist skill, I was going for something similar to the vein of Chinese martial arts, and how in Fate it's regarded as a Magecraft in its own right. Considering at the time, and still to this day, serious fencers and duelists were taught edicts from a formal school of training. Like how Johannes Liechtenauer wrote a series of scripts on fencing and other such forms of fighting.
@AmpharosBoy

"Obvious I take it?" Sonja giggled. Yeah, we're from Alola. We'll be hitting the Pre-Gym first to get a handle on the talent here, then I plan on trying out to Stadium." Sonja put her P*DA away.

A moment later the Nurse came back with Missy. The Nurse looked frazzled, a few hairs were out of place, and she carried Missy like she was a bomb ready to explode. Sonja gave her a small glare. Given no bite marks were on the nurse's hands she'd technically listened. Missy jumped from the counter onto Sonja's shoulder.

"S-she's in perfect health it seems." She then noticed the boy and his Komala. "Oh! Hello, how may we help today?"

Missy cocked her head when she noticed the other Pokémon. She leaned forward, and sniffed the air between them before letting loose a low hiss.

Sonja rubbed the top of the Salandit's head. "Now, now you'll get a chance to fight. Sorry, I'm afraid Missy here loves meeting new Pokémon, if only to battle. Did you win your "personal thing"?"
If so here's an application.



Accepting more Servants by chance?
Flamenco


The problem with setting up shop in a new city, halfway across the country, is real-estate problems. Castleburg had a huge population of superheroes, so finding and setting up a new workshop tended to rouse suspicion- especially anything centering around big ticket items in my inventory. On the bright side, my employer- frosty bitch she is- set me up with a rental home to work out of in the heart of East Flank. Nothing too big, I had to steal a good amount of electronics to get my usual set up going- I wasn't about to hook my home system to Castleburg's infrastructure. I was a brash balled bitch, but I wasn't stupid. Tech savvy hero's surveyed the city's systems regularly, a few illegal technically, but the threat was much too high.

My target- this Behemoth- I found wasn't a prolific hero, kept to himself and a schedule. His hero work was only situations her could help with, train crashes, rescue work. One instance I watched him only intervein in a burglary when the dumbass's car nearly ran down a crowd on the sidewalk. Other than that he didn't patrol and only responded when he was in the area to a crisis he could help with. Needless to say, I couldn't for the life of me understand why my boss wanted this dude dead, and publicly.

Far as I could tell all this would do is piss of H.E.R.O. but who was I to pass up the fat check it came with.

It took me a week to a get a plan together to get this guy out in the open. A construction accident in East Flank seemed the ticket, near his route on Friday errands. It went like this.

Noon, lunch rush in East Flank, meant traffic, eyes, there was a threat but this was the way to go about it. Across from a small construction site, some building getting a face lift. I was in an office building across the way. The office I'd commandeered was an empty rental. Wrappers, soda cans, and a case sat on the floor by me while I looked out over the street. I'd set a couple of charges on the east end of the construction site, enough to start the building in crumbling. Behemoth's powers were perfect to hold up the building. I glanced at my watch.

12:14

Perfect. I pulled a makeshift detonator out of my satchel, flipped the arming key and set off the explosives. Below people passing the building turned to look as the sound of a rumble issued from the ground. The kind of event I needed to make Behemoth vulnerable was a slow fall, not carnage. I smiled a toothy grin when screams shot up. The building's foundation began to crack and before long scaffolding started falling.

The police response was immediate and a few heroes arrived too. I started cursing under my breathe until I saw my lumbering target ample on scene. Eight feet tall with board shorts and a tank top, Behemoth looked a fucking tree in the crowd when he came forward.

"Lets put a fire under that magnificent ass."

I flipped the second arming key and set off another set of explosives. below the blast ripped the bottom floor to pieces and the building's momentum jumped. Like I'd hoped Behemoth took action, jumping over to hold the building in place as a set of heroes started reestablishing the building's foundation. One funnily enough manipulating the earth to hold it in place.

Out of my mag came the parts for a laser rifle, crud bits of scrap to the untrained eye. It pieced together quickly and I set the IV wires. Seting the scope, I perched it on the window. I watched as they managed to save the workers on site and secure the building. Behemoth pulled himself out from under the weight and the crowd cheered for the heroes. He turned- probably to offer some words or something- when I got him in my crosshairs I fired.

The thing about powered beings like Behemoth and Knight, their super strength often diarized from very dense muscular mass and skeletons. Hell its what made them so damn durable, when you're muscle is denser on a molecular level than most industrial metals it made sense. The key was to either drown them- not an option if you wanted an audience- or fire a beam of concentrated plasma, melting their flesh like you would a plate of steel. Like the Knight, Behemoth fell to his knees, a half-inch hole in his chest. The crowd went silent, suddenly backing away from the flash the beam caused. I could see him look up in confusion. I knew that wouldn't do it alone, powered people like him had tough hearts- damn things could still beat with a hole in them. Silence reigned down below, I took aim and fired a second shot right through his skull, melting bone, muscle, and brain tissue. He fell and finally people screamed. Heroes and police started shouting orders. I gathered up my shit- trash and all- and left the room.

All the way on the north end of the floor I was on, a little building sat across from it over an alley way. More than enough to jump over. I pushed the window open, and took a deep breath- hated this part. I leapt across and booked it to the roof access door. I'd jimmied it open a few hours prior, and vaulted through it and down the stairs like a bat out of hell. My veins glowed like neon lights, as I poured energy into my legs. By the fourteenth floor I was sweating and tired.

Falling against a wall- I didn't have time to stop!- I pulled a grenade from my pocket and popped the pin. A few seconds later it went off in my hands, flash of fire, flying metal, met my skin and was instantly absorbed. In an instant I felt energized, like I'd taken a shot of adrenaline. The rest of the stairs were a breeze.




The Nurse eyed Missy- who preened like a primadona, reason for the attention be damned. Sonja forgot a lot of Pokémon from her side of the world weren't known in a place like Orre, and tried not to let the Nurse's confusion rattle her. She rolled her eyes and pulled a P-drive from her bag. The slim, black device was a holdover from her contest days. It held the biometric data of any given Pokémon- this case Missy's data- downloaded from a central database. It was so foreign Poke-centers could treat Missy.

"Hook this into your system, it'll have all the necessary information." She got eye level with Missy, who took the moment to rub her snout on Sonja's chin. "Behave, no biting hands. Understood?" Missy's tongue flashed out, her version of rolling her eyes.

The Nurse- with more care than was necessary- carried Missy off with her P-drive. Sonja pulled her P*DA out to look up information the Pre-Gym. She then noticed the shaggy-haired boy behind her holding a Pokémon in one arm. After a moment of staring, she recognized the little guy.

"A Komala?" She leaned forward. "Poor little guy. I'm guessing you were at the Stadium?" She heard the stadium here was a tough place even for experienced trainers.

@AmpharosBoy
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