The Hating and the Uncaring [Invite Only]

Aphelion sat at the edge of the arena, eating some pocky. He was in his usual attire, barring a slight change to his hair - his pigtail undone, Aphelion had a sort of a mullet at the back of his head. Looking around with lifeless eyes and munching on his snack, he waited for his opponent, repeating tactics over and over again in his head.

Walking in with her battle gear on, she would of already withdrawn her swords and head straight for the sparring zone, deeming it worthless to talk to him. Inside her head she would be working out paths his attacks could take, counters and counters for any counters. Going on infinitely while she waits rather patiently for the battle to begin.

Stood just outside the set arena, the angular faced, slender and sneering Beacon Guard glances up, frowning and marking something down on his scroll. He should have listened to his colleagues. He should have known that no good would come from the Aphelion boy's request to act as an official at this personal spat.

He shakes his head and brings up the data on Aoife, copying it down and then opening a message. A pre-written call for reinforcements if this situation got too far out of hand. He looks at them both, nodding before coughing.

"I take it you both are aware of your terms? If so, proceed. But do be advised that I will take action should I feel that either of you have crossed the line. Understood?"

With that Rimmer steps back and begins his silent observations. Children today were far, far too undisciplined.

Getting up, Aphelion stretched, cracking of bones could be heard ever so slightly. Walking past the guard, he offered him the rest of his pocky. Not waiting for a reply, he left the food at the guard's feet and moved to his spot, facing Aoife and getting into his Panda stance. I should just oneshot her with the God Hand, if I hit the plate she shouldn't even be hurt that much.

Deciding to let him do the first strike, her own stance would change, the hand holding now aflame White Dragon being in a normal grip while Shadow would be in a reverse grip, "Come then, dog. I will show you how a TRUE Huntress does battle."

"Oh?" Aphelion said, bending his knees, "Sorry, but your skills are inferior." he started sprinting at Aoife, not wasting aura on either the speed boost or the foot enhancement, his guard would be that of a boxer, fists before his head.

Not even giving time of double-guessing her attack, she would move to intercept, when within only a few feet seperated, she would bring White Dragon and convert it to the spear, jets firing as she aims to propel a strike straight to his chest, Shadow waiting to counter any hit towards her chest and head.

Noticing the sword being switched to spear, Aphelion turned and swung one of his arms down to grab the spear and yank it out of her hand, possibly into her side, the other hand staying up to watch for any attacks from her swords.

Twisting so the chainmail stops it piercing her, she lets go of the spear and goes to do a triple attack: Gauntleted fist heading for his arm, Shadow Dragon for his other arm and plate boots towards his shin.

Taking hold of the spear, Aphelion power up his legs and jumped back to disengage, dodging two of the attacks although Shadow Dragon cuts him shallowly. Landing a good few metres away from Aoife, he shoved the spearhead into the ground, stepping on it with one leg, grabbing the end with his left hand. He then powered up his right hand, focusing his aura on the edge of his palm to make sure he hit harder and, pushing in the opposite direction with his left arm, he palm-chopped the weapon, twisting the blade out of shape at the hilt. He tossed the broken spear behind himself, right arm dropping down.

((Weapon destruction okayed in chat))

Watching in pure rage as her oldest companion was destroyed in front of her, she would summon up her flames, symbol flashing before staying constant as she sheaths Shadow Dragon, voice distorting as Phoenix mode comes into effect, "Secondary objective removed. You are going to die for that." Without a conduit for her area attacks, she would just charge him, the force what was used to break Drake's leg in one hit now in every strike, sending out a punch to his chest, while she goes to sweep out his legs with her own.

"What is broken can be reforged." he said passively as if he was quoting something. Seeing Aoife charge him, Aphelion jumped into the air to avoid the flurry, sending a kick straight for Aoife's nose, prepared to burst his aura into her face the second the two connected and jump away.

Moving her head to the side, she would turn the flames emitting from her cheeks into a barrier of flames, aiming to headbutt the foot from the side, meanwhile the rest of her body would be twisting after him, preparing for some more strikes, "Reforged weapons are weaker along the lines they are broken, dog."

Missing the head, Aphelion turned his foot to burst aura right into Aoife's head as she went to headbutt it, using the spinning motion to kick her head into the side, "Woof." he said calmly, evidently just to piss her off.

Scowling, she would shake off the strike, moving into a fighting stance, flames only on her fists now, she would smirk, saying to him, her speech little more than the growl of a lich, "I'm all fired up."

"Aye, ma'am." he kept his face cold and went to punch her in the chest, firing up the God Hand to hit the chest plate with it and, considering the resistance given by Aoife's lack of chest curves, he expected it to leave a shallow mark before exploding.

Seeing the strike, she would send one arm to bat the strike away, using momentum to make up for the difference in strength while the other goes for a headshot, "Here comes the boom."

"Enough talk. Have at you." he ducked his head and switched the power supply to his other hand, powering his other arm for the God Hand and spinning to strike the chestplate once again.

With the ducking, she would surge out the flames from her chest, coupling it with a knee heading straight for his nose as she aims to set his hair alight, as if he was Samson, "This is my win, prepare to lose."

As the punch connected, the fist dug slightly into chestplate before the force exploded splitting up the two fighters. Aphelion slid back from the recoil and grabbed his chest with one hand, kneeing on the other to dull the flames. His mullet was singed, but he only waited to stabilise his heartbeat before going back into battle if he had to.

Landing a few feet back from where she was, she would cough up a small amount of blood. Disregarding the pain, she would get back on her feet, the fury and hatred for his destruction of her spear acting as suppressors, "I hope you realise that this is going to be to the death after what you have done."

"Just don't... berserk... or you'll give... the win... to me..." Aphelion breathed heavily, his heart slowly catching up to its original rhythm, "I guess... your armor... is stronger... than a Deathstalker."

He staggered to his feet, his hand burnt but still functioning, looking at her, "Advance towards me... worthy adversary."

Having managed a full damage report, she would know she is too critical to go on. Respiritarory systems damaged and unable to be cauterized. Coughing up more blood, she would collapse onto her knees, heavy breathing escaping her.

"Well... Surrender now... Or prepare... To fight..." Aphelion waited for her response, eyeing her carefully, his spare hand loosening its grip on his heart, his other still clutched in a fist.

Healing as much as possible, she would get up. Still breathing heavily, she remakes her stance, eyeing him, "I am not dead yet, so I won't surrender."