"All the beans?"
"All the beans." The furry badger man said, grinning madly.
"You're fine when I kick your ass?" The Spear had the sa wild grin as she hefted her spear.
"Yer' been a damn good student, can't be mad either way." The Woodsman said. "Damn disappointing you weren't a soldier back in the old universe, you'd have been a good one."
"Tell that to my parents," The Spear snorted. "So, shall we begin?"
"I think so."
The two fast friends stared each other down before all at once dashing forward. In a collision of blows, their fists blurred out. A triple combo from the Woodsman ant to end the fight before it ever got started was fended off as the Spear struck aside the first strike as a well-tid thrust of her left arm pushed it aside, the next strike pushed down as she shoved it aside with her open palm, and the final strike, a heavy knee drive, was t by her knee, cracking against one another like a shotgun blast of noise.
Rather than looking annoyed that he'd been thwarted, the Woodsman looked jubilant. The two of them had been sparring for years now, and while the Spear was a powerful foe, she had lacked the direct training that soone like Raving Badger had when they'd first t one another.
Now? Not so much, she had gone from a brutal pugilist to a genuine martial artist.
Another collision of blows as The Spear launched a triple kick combo at her shorter opponent's head, forcing him to intercept the kicks off his raised arms, each strike shoving him back as he grunted with effort. Had it not been for his fur's natural ability to diffuse the kinetic energy of an impact, each phase of the triple kick would have left his bones aching like a heavy hamr had struck him.
Biding his ti, the badger-man caught her by the calf on the final kick, snatching and spinning her before whipping her at a nearby rock. Flowing through it, the Spear twirled mid-air, landing with grace that a gold dal gymnast could only dream of.
"You didn't really think that would work, right?" The Spear asked, eyebrows raising incredulously.
"Nah, but it's good to give ya' the works."
"A teacher through and through," The Spear snorted. "Shall we get serious?"
"I think it's about 'at ti."
Standing apart from one another, their energy suddenly swelled before exploding as red energy radiated off the Spear, and the sudden swell of her aura lifted any loose detritus nearby.
She wasn't alone, as the Woodsman likewise swelled his energy, his fur and body not just turning the color of steel, but literally hardening into tal.
As far as durability went, the Woodsman had high confidence in his own durability. To the best of his knowledge, he was just shy of the highest durability among any tier sevens, based on the attribute charts available for comparison within their tier. For soone to have had higher durability than him ant they were so durability purist who'd figured the best course was never to take damage, though he doubted if they could do any damage either.
Which was neither here nor there for the mont as the two opposing founders faced off, their boosting skills fully released.
Blood and sweat literally burning up around the Spear, she felt her heart pounding with excitent. The hotter her spirit burned, the more power she could draw from Ronin's Rage. Initially, she could only draw power strictly from the feeling of rage, but over ti, she'd developed the skill to draw on any hot-blooded emotion, as long as there was so spark of 'rage' within.
Now, the skill never said 'angry' rage, as long as your emotions were raging, that was enough.
anwhile, the tallic gleam of the Woodsman was entirely due to his boosting skill that allowed him to take on the traits of the concepts he had amassed an intestinal understanding of.
Yes, intestinal, not instinctual. Another skill of the Woodsman was that he could gain affinities or similar abilities through consuming certain substances. Eat enough rocks with tallic ore? He could 'instill' his boosting skill with defensive tallic properties. Now, the downside was that it wasn't permanent, requiring Garfunk to 'refill' his reserves from ti to ti.
Interesting, but also not Allison's cup of tea, unlike Garfunk, she wasn't about to start eating whatever was lying around.
Either way, Raving Badger, clad in steel fur and his own second-to-one durability, faced Allison with her body burning in a red haze of raging emotions. After years of clashing, this was the final battle to determine the hierarchy. Was it understood to be a superfluous formalization, as the two of them already understood their standing?
Sure, but between two battle junkies, the only way to really settle things was with their fists.
Bringing her furious might to bear, Allison rushed the osferian, her burning red aura like a cloak that surrounded her as each fist struck into the osferian like a tank round. The Woodsman didn't even bother attempting to match her pace. When she was clad in Ronin's Rage, matching her pace was impossible; the best thod he'd learned for keeping up was to give up on keeping pace and instead withstand her fury like a cliff defying the eroding sea.
Which was easier said than done.
Keeping his guard up, the flurry of blows continued to rain down upon him, his tal fur absorbing each blow to the best of his ability, his sharp canines cracking down and chipping from the force that he gritted his teeth.
As powerful as Ronin's Rage was, it couldn't be maintained indefinitely; she'd burn herself out.
Under the pressure of her boosting skill, eventually her mind would wear down until she was left a blob on the ground, her emotions so thoroughly spent as fuel that she couldn't muster the wit to do more than laze.
Or so had once been the case. Enduring the blows, Garfunk began to notice sothing.
She was picking up speed, her grin growing more savage and wolfish.
Aye. She really is the best damn student I ever had.
Ronin's Rage, a skill that burned through her own emotions as fuel, was now fueling itself, like a perpetual motion machine. The damn crazy bitch had mastered herself, her revelry in a hard-fought battle, the very act of pushing Ronin's Rage only made it more powerful, spun up more fighting spirit to sustain the skill to even higher temperatures.
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Garfunk was in the midst of getting his ass beat, his tal fur creaking under the force of her might, an avalanche of power, and yet he was prouder than he'd ever been before.
This. This is what I've been looking for.
Growth wasn't even, and it wasn't ever fair; so were simply more talented than others, could climb higher where others stumbled.
The Spear was proving to be just one such person.
Yet, in his pride, Garfunk felt sothing within his own chest flare to life; the boundless pride for his most outstanding student sparked his own spirit to begin burning hotter.
I ain't winning this through pure defense.
In the past, when Ronin's Rage was ti-limited, his tactic might have worked, but now it would only snowball, her offense growing faster and stronger as his defenses waned and weakened.
Ain't no victory without risk.
Inspired, just as Allison had shown off sothing that Raving Badger had never seen before, it was ti for Raving Badger to return the favor. Grabbing from several affinity sources at once, he shoved, forcing them to bend to his will and play nice, a greater foe than one another before him.
His fur remaining like tal, it was the other parts of his body that suddenly changed: his skin turning into bark, his flesh taking on the composition of mightier beasts, his blood pumping with the eddies of a raging river. Everything about him was augnted in tandem, achieving perfect synchronization.
Allison, who had felt the tide of the battle turning to her inevitable victory, was taken off guard as suddenly his fist swung out, catching her in the side of her ribs as the badger man snapped a surprise strike out, her bones cracking from the force of the undefended strike.
Rather than anger her, Allison's excitent soared, as the ntor she had been on the verge of totally eclipsing achieved a breakthrough. She could instantly recognize sothing had changed about him, a sense of power she hadn't felt from him before.
Snapping up a high kick, it was t by her temporary ntor's own high kick, their legs crashing one against the other, forming an X with their bodies.
"To the last?" Allison happily growled, her throat rough from the constant low thrumming growl that emanated unconsciously from her the entirety of the ti she maintained Ronin's Rage.
"To the last," Garfunk agreed.
The aning was clear: This wasn't a battle to surrender, it was a battle to see whose body gave up first, their bodies physically incapable of continuing.
What the battle turned into couldn't be described as simply 'Power versus Defense' as it might have been not long ago. No, it was a battle of pride: two martial artists, versed in their own styles and strengths, fought to assert their dominance—the Spear's more wanton show of force against the Woodsman's blend of offense and defense.
For nearly an hour, they continued their exchange, pushing themselves well past what would have been their ordinary ending point as each sought to achieve the upper hand.
It was a hard-fought battle, but the deciding factor ca down to sustainability. While Raving Badger Garfunk was still arguably the most skilled martial artist, the Spear was a machine who knew no defeat; every ti her body waned, her spirit raged. If she had no strength left today, she would draw from tomorrow, her spirit an inferno that only grew.
And that was the difference maker. Garfunk could draw joy from a hard-fought battle, but even his mind would slowly wear down.
Districted for what wasn't even a millisecond, entirely due to his own growing ntal fatigue, The Woodsman faltered, reacting less than a hair's breadth too late. The Spear's leg snapped up, a titanic kick to his jaw that launched him skyward, before falling back to the earth. The alone wouldn't have been enough, but just before he could hit the ground, a fist with a red cot's tail crashed into his gut, launching him like a line drive through several trees as blood erupted from his mouth, several organs rupturing together.
Finally coming to a stop, Raving Badger Garfunk attempted to rise once more, to continue facing his opponent, but as much as he urged his body to move, he could only lie there in a jello-like pile; his boosting skill had finally reached its limit.
Within monts, his forr student shambled over. She was staggering and bloodied all over, many of her muscles had been reduced to pulp from overuse, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the look on her face.
As she stood over him, looking down, her fiery grin redoubled.
And it was at that mont that Garfunk knew, knew it in his heart of hearts. Thumping his fist to his chest, Garfunk returned the grin.
"Raving Badger, at your service."
She had won, and in doing so, there was no doubt in his mind that until the day he died, he would follow her.
"You fucker, you caught by surprise," Allison offered her hand to him, as he shook his head.
"Need a mont. Crazy bitch, this much damage, I'd be dead even a tier ago."
"Hah," Allison snorted as, rather than offer her hand, she dropped to her ass on the ground next to him. "Then don't mind if I do. The fuck was that, suddenly able to indwell several concepts at once?"
"Inspiration."
"Hah," Allison shook her head again, her mood better than she could ever rember.
That was, until a certain notification appeared.
Factions are born
With the defeat of the Woodsman by the Spear and the following joining of forces, a second faction of Founder-allies has been born.
Rankings
The ArchitectThe SpearN/AN/A
"You are god damn shitting ," Allison uttered in disbelief. "That fucker is still ahead of ? What the fuck are these rankings even based upon? And who the fuck did he get to join him if he made a faction before ?"
"Ya really don't like that Architect fellow," Garfunk mumbled, talking hurt sowhat given the liquified organs.
"They're a pretentious prick."
"Have you ever t 'em?"
"Well… no."
"Hah," It was Raving Badger's turn to laugh, spewing blood droplets that he promptly ignored. "Fuck it, who cares, everyone needs a good rival."
"I appreciate the support," Allison said, not altogether surprised that Raving Badger had decided it was easier to agree with her.
"Shit, your Right Hand can't be goin against ya' already, eh?"
"That's what you are, my right hand?" The Spear questioned, lifting an eyebrow.
"Sure as fuck. I ain't ever been one to be in charge of shit aside from kicking so recruits' asses."
"Hah, works for . As for this Architect prick, in the end, what does it matter?" Allison said with a shrug. "Aelia told us long ago that this is a competition to see who cos out on top. Who cares if soone is already working with him? Once everything is said and done, we're winning this shit."
"Damn straight."
Afterglow of a major battle slowly fading, Allison looked up into the sky, imagining so would-be mastermind seated on a throne, far off, gloating over her.
I'm coming for your ass.
"Oh, mother fucker," Rory groaned, cradling his head. "You so did that on purpose!"
Mid-experint with his golem project, Rory had been in the middle of directing the flow of energies directly, using himself as the dium to sense exactly how things were flowing and ssing up, when a notification had popped in front of his eyes without his permission, the sudden distraction surprising him enough that he'd lost control as the entire thing had spiraled out of control. He had barely managed to prevent another energy explosion, but in the process, he had suffered so rather intense ntal backlash.
As for the notification that had been so pressing that it needed to pop up instantly?
Factions are born
With the defeat of the Woodsman by the Spear and the following joining of forces, a second faction of Founder-allies has been born.
Rankings
The ArchitectThe SpearN/AN/A
"Seriously?" Rory mumbled, taking it in. "That's what was so important?"
Sure, learning that apparently another one of the founders had defeated one of their peers and thereby ford so faction was interesting; it wasn't exactly news, sothing he had always known was coming.
And more importantly, there was nothing about it that was so urgent it needed to bypass the standard permissions.
The only interesting thing to note was that apparently, he and Zoey were considered a faction, and that they were ranked first.
I an, we've been working together for a while now, and if they only just joined forces, not much of a surprise.
Jinn floated over, patting him on the hip with its stubby arms, its wispy face looking at him as if consoling him.
"Thanks," Rory mumbled. He was covered in blood and fat from stitching together the golem, as well as tal burns that would fade shortly, an image that he let out a slow laugh as he looked down at himself.
"The mighty Architect, his faction that stands atop all the others. Ye looketh upon him and tremble at his might."
Laughing once more at the absurdity, Rory switched to clutching his head, grumbling.
Hah. The Mighty Architect. When pigs fly.
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