Aoife and Katy hanging out with swords and guns and stuff! [Invite Only]

"Hypocrite. At least I have friends, or even family that love me. I suggest you make for the closest pond and drown yourself in it, you are breathing air what shouldn't be tainted by your breathing. I am sure the only friend you could ever have was someone who was blind, deaf, mute and couldn't smell. You evidently need a shower, though I am sure you know well enough about the local turd pile." Pinching her nose and wafting for effect, she would hold the hilt under her arm, Letting the dust fade again.

Laughing at him, she would make a hand gesture of her own: A certain pair of fingers to be precise. "Would think that wouldn't you? Suppose you have been sleeping with Fayza, would explain that itching you probably have from all the diseases you acquired." Taking her sword back up, she would rest her hands on it, "So as it seems, you are all talk like usual."

Insulting her? Fine. Insulting the Hippogriff was another matter. Simply raising her sword level at the bag, she would press a button. Lamentation crackling with energy, she would send a bolt of lightning down the sword and straight at it, making a rather sarcastic, "Whoops."

"Oh no... My poor punching bag that I had known for all of 10 minutes, what will I do without you?" Wailed Shard, equally sarcastically.
He had the bag on his knee and was swooning over it like a dying lover.
"It's ok, my poor bag. What did he ever do to you, huh? He was just an innocent punching bag." He said, with mock mourning.
He stood up, dropping the bag so it lay on his foot.
All of a sudden, his face went serious again
"We'll just have to see how you like it, wont we?"
Shard boosted the punching bag up with the foot it lay on, and then kicked it as hard as the combined strength of his leg muscles and Aura would allow, headed at Aoife.
He then dropped to one knee and fired a Grav-Bolt under the bag (still mid-air) to Aoife's feet.
Above her, he shot a gel-bolt, which would be sucked down to her head by the Grav-Bolt, and shot a Sleeper to either side of her, also to be sucked towards her.

((OOC, all the bolts fired are aimed at the relevant locations to Aoife taking into consideration of her possible movements/reactions to the bag. E.G. Aoife moves left to dodge the bag, Shard adjusts his aim of the bolts to match))

Dust changing to the blood-red again in an instant, she would decide to test out how powerful it is coupled with her blade. Not moving her stance until the right possible moment, she would feel the sudden change in gravity before realising his true intent. Using the blade to knock the bag upwards to intercept the gel-bolt, she would use her metal booted foot to break his grav-bolt and roll forwards. Her Left arm and foot being paralysed by the late reaction however, before she swaps back and sends a bolt of lightning at his chest, "Meh. Five out of ten, Leo does it better."

Smirking, with the still working hand she would subtly activate the third set of dust, or as subtly as the runes on her sword turning from red to white was, "The only one who will be kicked in the stomach is you. Scared to come close to me and having to use a bow? You sure that you are a boy? Your genitals may say otherwise."

Shard saw Aoife doing something, but he couldn't quite see what. He switched the Bolt clip on the Armbrust.
"Scared to come close to me and having to use a bow?"
"Those sound like angry buzzes, not submissive ones. maybe this will help"
He shot a Flasher in front of her and prepared to turn around when it went off.

Deciding that her attempt for an easy disembowelment hadn't worked. She would activate the jets and burst forwards. Escaping the embrace of paralysis, she would deflect the bolt from her mid-boost and go to punch him in the face, not using her flames yet though the gauntlet would more than suffice, "Yeah. Maybe it will help!"

Taking the kick as a sign of her victory, she would snicker before starting to walk off, sheathing her blade as she starts shaking off some of the remnant side effects of the Sleeper attack, "Oh it went how it went last time... If we were allowed to continue the fight. Looks like scum is still worse than flies. Oh and by the way? Your bag may help to console you, I made sure not to gut it."

Laughing at him, she would turn back to him, "Your not done? Well as I don't want to rearrange your already disfigured face, I figured you wanted to back down." Moving towards him, she would grin as she takes her runeblade back out, "My sword was MADE with blood, it was born as a vessel of cruelty, so it is your own fault when your blood is added to that it has tasted already."

Watching him, she would move closer but not within range of either of them, "Still acting like a baby then? This blade has more than enough experience with dealing with you. That is because the twin dragons are within it, being forged with more than just Cruelty. More than just cruelty runs within this blade as well, this blade was made specifically for removing stains of dirt like you." With that she would activate the last dust setting to it: Fire. Mist developing as the blade roars, she would use it as a cover to do a sweeping attack, aiming to disarm him.

Mist dissipating as soon as it occured, the water added to it from the sheath having evaporated from the heat as the sword bursts into flames outright. Scowling at his vanishing, she would simply walk forwards and towards the middle of the arena, saying loudly, "Oh so you say all that good stuff and then you run away? Pathetic though predictable of you."

Turning to face him, she would smirk at him, her burning sword raised back up, "Oh. So there you are, skulking rat. I guess you proved me wrong that you are in fact less of a coward than you appear."

Bludgeoned by the assault, she would cry out loudly and go to cover her ears, blinded by the assault, her weapon would drop to her side and lose the flames, entirely focused on the piercing noise.

Getting kicked, she would get hit straight into the ground. Coughing loudly, she would decide it is time to at least give him a flash of her aura. While unable to see or hear properly, she could still feel. Aura lighting up, she would set the place where his foot hit her ablaze, aiming to hit him with flames if it was still there.