Banned
Basil vs Asche Fight
A large, scarred student traded a brief glance with his team leader before stepping out of the stands towards the arena floor, emerging through the lower door a few moments later wearing a gas mask.
As Basil strolled into the arena he looked around. He was standing in the centre of a large circle, the seats were stationed well above the combatants fighting area. Looking straight on the faunus saw a scarred and pale boy standing in front of him. Without taking his gaze off his opponent he unsheathed his sword and pulled out a small cube, flicking a small switch on it, the cube sprung out into a sickle.
“Students, are you ready?” Glynda asked, watching from the arena’s edge, “Begin!”
Immediately after the Huntress announced the fight to start, Basil quickly stepped back and started to circle Asche,taking on a defensive stance with his weapons. As he moved a pale green mist began to follow, gradually expanding along the arena.
Asche took note of his foes actions and immediately charged towards him. “Dragonsbreath, ignite” he muttered, causing the cylinder on his mask to rotate. Seconds later a concentrated stream of smoke emerged from the center of the mask, carrying a faint brown hue.
The crow faunus gave a surprised squawk as the smoke appeared. Trying to make distance between him and his masked opponent, Basil flicked a switch on his sickle. It quickly took on the form of a pistol and the faunus began to fire while moving backwards, still radiating the pale fog.
The bald student dropped to the ground, his momentum carrying him into a slide towards his foe beneath the bullets, before rising into a crouch as his movement slowed. “Dragonsbreath; petrify,” he stated coarsely. As the brown hued smoke stopped Asche took a deep breath; then the mask hissed, letting loose a torrent of bitter wind which pushed back at Basil’s contagious mist.
Basil growled under his breath at his foe’s successful attempt at repelling his mist. As he slid towards Basil the faunus swung his sword towards him and continuing to fire his pistol,
Asche stood, blocking the sword with one armored forearm, letting up the on the outpouring of smoke as several bullets hit his lightly armored chest, “Dragonsbreath; freeze,” and the smoke returned, accompanied by burning heat and embers in a long reaching jet.
Basil rolled out of the smoke, rubbing his singed left arm. Quickly reaching into his pockets pulling out a small, light blue vial, the crow faunus dropped the vial into the mist that had covered a fair amount of the battle-field. As the vial smashed, the ice dust contained within the bottle infused with the mist, causing the mist to go white. Chunks of ice began to quickly rip out of the mist as Basil continued the rain a barrage of bullets on Asche.
Asche allowed several more shots to hit him, reaching up to manually turn the dust cylinder on his mask. The man began took several deep breaths, exhaling massive clouds of blindingly thick smoke with each, filling the arena as his aura steadily declined
Taking advantage of his opponents temporary objective Basil loaded a clip of fire dust into his pistol and began to fire, approaching the man slowly.
The smoke thickened further, obscuring the arena almost entirely, and Asche charged towards Basil through the bullets, “Dragonsbreath; static” he instructed, and the next breath of smoke pulsed forward, driven towards Basil by waves of pure force.
Basil dived out of the way, landing on the floor on the floor but quickly rolling back to his feet.This time the faunus darted towards the man, switching his pistol back to a sickle and swinging it towards the man’s face and as he thrust his sword forward.
As Basil’s weapons struck towards Asche, he let loose another burst of force-driven smoke, deflecting the sickle while the sword bit into his aura, “Hm…” he grumbled, taking the chance to grasp the blade of Basil’s sword, “Dragonsbreath;Wildfire.”
Basil attempted to loosen Asche’s grasp on his sword by thrusting it forwards with as much power as possible and once again taking a swing at the man’s head with his sickle.
Just before the strike connected, Asche let loose a massive torrent of whipping flames that raced towards the crow faunus. Before they connected, however, the buzzer sounded, interrupting his attack.
The flames stopped as quickly as they had begun, and Asche looked up towards the board to see that his aura had dropped well into the red, declaring Basil the winner. He looked back at his opponent and released the sword pressing against his stomach.
“Good fight, gentlemen.” the bespectacled teacher announced. The respirator on Asche’s face concealed the slight smirk as he quickly departed the floor, and Professor Goodwitch rolled the match selection once more as Basil departed as well. The final pair of images were no surprise to anyone, as they were the only two students yet to have fought; the first was of a dark skinned girl with honey-coloured eyes and lavender hair pulled back into hundreds of tiny braids, each threaded through with different coloured ribbons, and the second had bronzed skin offset by long black hair and soot-coloured eyes. “The next match shall be between Honey Clover and Cinis Vulcan.”
It wasn’t really an interesting fight to any of the others watching, as it had been a long lesson already. Honey kept her distance and used her semblance to distract the other girl with her shawl, animated in the shape of an origami bee. Cinis for the most part easily blocked any attacks with her scutum shield, but the sheer size of her shield meant the mage was able to easily keep distance between the pair.
Cinis eventually attempted to switch her shield into it’s hand cannon form, sheathing her gladius to do so. Honey took advantage of her opponents lack of both protection and offense in those few seconds to bombard her with Dust spells, overwhelming her with elemental attacks within seconds.
“Good job, ladies.” the blonde professor congratulated as the buzzer crossed out Cinis’s name. Professor Goodwitch turned to the gathered and students and addressed them as the pair rejoined their classmates. “You all performed admirably. Now, this lesson has run overtime slightly but next lesson we shall go over any faults shown in this round, and we shall start the second round of the tournament. Homework is to practise, as always. Class dismissed.”
Asche Stauss vs Basil Trista Plagas
A large, scarred student traded a brief glance with his team leader before stepping out of the stands towards the arena floor, emerging through the lower door a few moments later wearing a gas mask.
As Basil strolled into the arena he looked around. He was standing in the centre of a large circle, the seats were stationed well above the combatants fighting area. Looking straight on the faunus saw a scarred and pale boy standing in front of him. Without taking his gaze off his opponent he unsheathed his sword and pulled out a small cube, flicking a small switch on it, the cube sprung out into a sickle.
“Students, are you ready?” Glynda asked, watching from the arena’s edge, “Begin!”
Immediately after the Huntress announced the fight to start, Basil quickly stepped back and started to circle Asche,taking on a defensive stance with his weapons. As he moved a pale green mist began to follow, gradually expanding along the arena.
Asche took note of his foes actions and immediately charged towards him. “Dragonsbreath, ignite” he muttered, causing the cylinder on his mask to rotate. Seconds later a concentrated stream of smoke emerged from the center of the mask, carrying a faint brown hue.
The crow faunus gave a surprised squawk as the smoke appeared. Trying to make distance between him and his masked opponent, Basil flicked a switch on his sickle. It quickly took on the form of a pistol and the faunus began to fire while moving backwards, still radiating the pale fog.
The bald student dropped to the ground, his momentum carrying him into a slide towards his foe beneath the bullets, before rising into a crouch as his movement slowed. “Dragonsbreath; petrify,” he stated coarsely. As the brown hued smoke stopped Asche took a deep breath; then the mask hissed, letting loose a torrent of bitter wind which pushed back at Basil’s contagious mist.
Basil growled under his breath at his foe’s successful attempt at repelling his mist. As he slid towards Basil the faunus swung his sword towards him and continuing to fire his pistol,
Asche stood, blocking the sword with one armored forearm, letting up the on the outpouring of smoke as several bullets hit his lightly armored chest, “Dragonsbreath; freeze,” and the smoke returned, accompanied by burning heat and embers in a long reaching jet.
Basil rolled out of the smoke, rubbing his singed left arm. Quickly reaching into his pockets pulling out a small, light blue vial, the crow faunus dropped the vial into the mist that had covered a fair amount of the battle-field. As the vial smashed, the ice dust contained within the bottle infused with the mist, causing the mist to go white. Chunks of ice began to quickly rip out of the mist as Basil continued the rain a barrage of bullets on Asche.
Asche allowed several more shots to hit him, reaching up to manually turn the dust cylinder on his mask. The man began took several deep breaths, exhaling massive clouds of blindingly thick smoke with each, filling the arena as his aura steadily declined
Taking advantage of his opponents temporary objective Basil loaded a clip of fire dust into his pistol and began to fire, approaching the man slowly.
The smoke thickened further, obscuring the arena almost entirely, and Asche charged towards Basil through the bullets, “Dragonsbreath; static” he instructed, and the next breath of smoke pulsed forward, driven towards Basil by waves of pure force.
Basil dived out of the way, landing on the floor on the floor but quickly rolling back to his feet.This time the faunus darted towards the man, switching his pistol back to a sickle and swinging it towards the man’s face and as he thrust his sword forward.
As Basil’s weapons struck towards Asche, he let loose another burst of force-driven smoke, deflecting the sickle while the sword bit into his aura, “Hm…” he grumbled, taking the chance to grasp the blade of Basil’s sword, “Dragonsbreath;Wildfire.”
Basil attempted to loosen Asche’s grasp on his sword by thrusting it forwards with as much power as possible and once again taking a swing at the man’s head with his sickle.
Just before the strike connected, Asche let loose a massive torrent of whipping flames that raced towards the crow faunus. Before they connected, however, the buzzer sounded, interrupting his attack.
The flames stopped as quickly as they had begun, and Asche looked up towards the board to see that his aura had dropped well into the red, declaring Basil the winner. He looked back at his opponent and released the sword pressing against his stomach.
“Good fight, gentlemen.” the bespectacled teacher announced. The respirator on Asche’s face concealed the slight smirk as he quickly departed the floor, and Professor Goodwitch rolled the match selection once more as Basil departed as well. The final pair of images were no surprise to anyone, as they were the only two students yet to have fought; the first was of a dark skinned girl with honey-coloured eyes and lavender hair pulled back into hundreds of tiny braids, each threaded through with different coloured ribbons, and the second had bronzed skin offset by long black hair and soot-coloured eyes. “The next match shall be between Honey Clover and Cinis Vulcan.”
It wasn’t really an interesting fight to any of the others watching, as it had been a long lesson already. Honey kept her distance and used her semblance to distract the other girl with her shawl, animated in the shape of an origami bee. Cinis for the most part easily blocked any attacks with her scutum shield, but the sheer size of her shield meant the mage was able to easily keep distance between the pair.
Cinis eventually attempted to switch her shield into it’s hand cannon form, sheathing her gladius to do so. Honey took advantage of her opponents lack of both protection and offense in those few seconds to bombard her with Dust spells, overwhelming her with elemental attacks within seconds.
“Good job, ladies.” the blonde professor congratulated as the buzzer crossed out Cinis’s name. Professor Goodwitch turned to the gathered and students and addressed them as the pair rejoined their classmates. “You all performed admirably. Now, this lesson has run overtime slightly but next lesson we shall go over any faults shown in this round, and we shall start the second round of the tournament. Homework is to practise, as always. Class dismissed.”