RP:Lesson Three in the Chapel
Part of the Requiem Nocturnus Arc
Chapel of Cyris
Kasyr pretty much struts into the church, if only to briefly glance about the room in search of other occupants. Seeing none, at least in the moment, the hybrid wastes little time in waving towards his traveling companion, alongside a mumbled, "I think it's clear. So, we have our training grounds. Really, when you already have the forms ...the basic techniques of the sword ingrained in your mind, mon cher, the most I can do is simply push you until they become second nature- and you make those memories and experiences your own. Till the style you've...borrowed.. till it becomes entirely natural. Fluid. Till you're at ease, and able to improvise. Battles not a uniform thing, after all. It's as deviant a creature, as the people who partake in it. Heh. Er.." Shaking his head, the tieflings hands simply move up to rest up near his ears- whilst the hybrid himself goes to take a seat near a pew. "So..C'mon. En guarde, et all that. I'm ready."
Satoshi takes a place close enough to a pew that she can lean casually upon it while giving the chapel a once over. "Interesting choice... But, you really think you can get me to the point of it being second nature? Hellfire, my magic's barely to that point. Or was." It goes without saying, 'There's a far more persistant nature that's won out now.' With a claw absently tapping out a tune on the hilt of the frosty katana, she straightens and eyes the tiefling almost warily. "Any new rules for this round of the game, love? It's been different the past two times after all~." So, there's no 'en guarde' or other such start to the whole session, just the feline playing patient and careful, waiting~.
Kasyr s' slowly leans back against the pew, practically hanging over the back of it as he lazily responds to the felines query, "and yet, the act of killing, of entrapping, maiming... surviving. All of those are a part of your new nature. Interlinked, mon amour. It becomes far easier when you realise this." And with that, the hybrid quite abruptly slides. The motion itself comes off as clumsy- the tiefling seemingly flopping over the back of the pew to land heavily upon his shoulders- and yet, just as his feet pass over the backing of the bench~ They'd abruptly slam into it. In one motion, the hybrid is propelled- using that newfound momentum to bounce from his improvised 'handstand' to a crouching position upon the next pew down the row. And Satoshi? The poor mage would be left with the tieflings springboard being rather forcefully thrust towards her- with the full extent of the vampiric tieflings strength. Well, when he wasn't channeling anything through himself. "The rules are simple, use your blade, your abilities- as fluidly as you can. Try and kill me~ I'll just...have some fun along the way. Give you a fluid battle field. I said En guarde already, after all."
Satoshi will thank vampirism later for the slightly empowered reflexes that allow her to both curse and react in a timely fashion. "G'dammit and hellfire!" is hissed before the mage is quite simply not where she's been standing. Or rather, she -is-, just not taking up the same amount of space as before now that she's opted for the considerably smaller form of a cat. A fact that leaves the kicked pew without a feline to collide with and stop its crashing into the other rows beyond her. Not that Satoshi's paying much attention to just where the pew lands, already dashing beneath the rest of the rows and toward the altar on petite paws. It's at the first set of pews that she comes to a halt and hastily returns to her usual form, sending a glance and smirk to the tiefling. "I'll give you a fluid battle field~." With those words, the magus abruptly coaxes the purified water from the various bowls present in the chapel, letting them spill and spread across the floor before freezing into a flawless sheet of ice, a surface with no footing provided. "Well, fluid for a second, anyway. And, I'll use the blade too~." Once more, the seemingly idle chatter is put to use, words and a harsh flick of the wrist skyward fueling the magic needed to manipulate the ice futher, twisting the smooth surface upward into a sudden rush of frozen blades, a veritable forest of bristling dopplegangers to the katana that leave not a single pew unskewered in their conjuring. En guarde, and all that.
Kasyr eyes the spread of sanctified water with a certain trepidation, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, "Fun & Games, It won't burn me but by experience..." And without missing a beat, the tiefling abruptly hops up onto the benchs backing. Whilst normally, the pine perch wouldn't have a single hope of supporting the tieflings weight, the felines preperations have effectively cemented it to the ground vis a vis the rapidly created ice rink. And with the distance between the floor and the tiefling- he's more than capable of dancing the razor sharp patchs of death- courtesy of the felines frigid 'reforestation' project.... OF SWORDS. ...Right. Anyways. Back to being a smug tiefling, "blessed items certainly do hit a fair bit more. Take a bit more to heal. Alas, mon cher- I do believe draining yourself may not help in the event..." And with a hop, the tiefling slams back down to the midst of the bench, his foot finding purchase between two particularily prominent bladey outcroppings. There's a shudder of wood, a cracking of ice, then a pause- before the hybrid leans back and coaxs the pew into abruptly falling forward- disloding itself from the ground and incidentally shattering a neat little path in front of the hybrid. Since, he's by this point hopped from the bench and in a spot directly behind it's wake. All so he can simply slip heave up the bench into the air- and promptly slam his palms into it- to send yet another projectile at the feline. ...A massive and now somewhat bladed one. And hey. he even has a semi clear path to quickly try and hop over to that nice pile of benchs cluttered up in front of him from the start of the fight. "An upclose attack."
Satoshi has a sudden hatred for pews, and will likely destroy a poor church in a tempermental, and vengeful, fit later because of it. But for now, she's got other things to worry about, like dealing with the piece of furniture most recently thrown her way. Fortunately, the blades of ice are still embedded in the pine and it takes no more than a string of rushed words to alter them once again. Solid ice becomes something far more fluid, blades shifting and stretching into tendrils that grab with frigid claws for the roof and floor, locking themselves in place and bringing the attached pew to a sudden standstill. And that's where the softened solidity comes into play, for rather than shatter when the momentum is stopped, the snowy limbs stretch and absorb the pew's force, leaving it hanging in the air like a fly in a web. Not for long, however. "I don't like upclose attacks, though~. Distance is better." The mage trills before thrusting her palms forward in a mimicry of the tiefling's early motion to throw the pew her way, and it's more than the movement she imitates, for it serves as a directive to the ice-bound furniture--with the frosty web playing the role of slingshot--to resume its original intentions. Albeit with an altered flight path, and a hybrid as a target, rather than a cat.
Kasyr pratically glowers at the sight of the pew slowing in mid-air. His newfound perch upon the -mound- of pews granting him an excellent vantage point from which to stare as that particularily abused bit of pine briefly stops, and promptly snaps back towards him. This time, when the hybrid speaks, the words are no longer audible- their intent only partially betrayed by the oddly foreboding aura of spiritual energy spilling out from his form- Words he can't help but stutter as he leaps towards the incoming pew. With a bit of timing, and maybe a touch of luck, the last word is narrowly spoken before the tiefling impacts prematurely into the ice bound pew. What follows is a sickening crunch, Kasyrs fingers scrabbling with a certain desperation across the wooden surface- seemingly in shock from the jarring force the impact carries. Still, leaping into it does serve a few purposes. Not given the proper time to dislodge itself from the web and gain it's utmost momentum, the damage had been somewhat minimised- And the hybrids unnatural grace does allow him to absorb the impact to a somewhat proper degree. Really, a broken rib, and a few other fractured ones were a small price to pay for what was to follow. For the purpose of the spoken spell and the ensuing laying of hands upon the Pew. The transfer of energy that would surge through the tendrils of ice- lacing them with dark energy, until their frigid roots were no longer needed. It's likely only with the unanimous shattering of the icy web, and the seemingly 'instantaneous' manifestation of the tenebrous one that had taken it's place that the feline might realise the repercussion of her attack- as the pew is promptly sent hurtling back towards her by virtue of her spell. Really, with all that on her mind, she likely wouldn't even be able to be blamed if she fails to notice the words spoken just before the hybrid drops off the wooden surface- the incantation meant to turn the pew into an incendiary bomb once it impacts into the feline or the ground. ...Flaming timber, for everyone. ...Which, leaves the tiefling to pay attention to the ground. You know, that whole, high velocity hitting the ground in a roll, curled up so that his head was protected by his arms- given his body is relatively protected by his armoured trenchcoat. Really, what's the worst that could happen when you landed in a field of icy spikes, with just enough force to dislocate one arm- if only to be carried through multiple rigid spikes of algid origin, to eventually be deposited near the feet of the person you sent a soon to be flaming projectile at. ...After they receive the projectile.
Satoshi has long since learned not to remain idle when it comes to conflicts with the tiefling, and thus once the pew is originally flung at him, the mage is already at work weaving another spell. With what magic she has left, after her series of rushed castings. This particular working calls on the blade-happy floor, dispelling the arsenal of swords into a watery slush and drawing them to the feline in a fluid rush. And a race against the once more returned pew that Satoshi's taken most of her attention off while spellweaving. She's unhappily reminded of it once more, when it reaches her at the same time as her half-frozen defense, with only a still building barrier of frosted water to absorb a portion of the momentum and an instinctive flinch sideways preventing the feline from receiving the full-force of the pew's weight. Instead, its most of her right side, from shoulder to waist, that takes the hit and sends her reeling, with a fresh collection of broken ribs, collarbone, and wrist for good measure. And as if playing catch with massive chunks of pine isn't harmful enough for a small cat, the damn thing has to go and explode in flames. Satoshi can't help a wry thought of, "Of course. Fire. Lovely." as she makes a meager attempt to shield her face behind the heavy sleeve of her coat, the fabric glistening with its many anti-fire enchantments along with the wilting wall of water ensuring the feline doesn't outright cook when the incendiary device is set off at pointblank range. But, any hopes she has of remaining on her feet have been banished long ago when she met the pew, and she's soon left sprawling on the floor not far from the tiefling, in a puddle of the holy water now released from her control. Maybe she's just too spent to manage alarm, but as the feline lies there she cooly pats out the various bits of ember and flame clinging to her coat as if they're no more than pesky flies before offering the hybrid a cough--damn soot--and a blank look. "Wasn't this... supposed to be sword-training?" Kasyr 1, Satoshi 0~.
Kasyr is, beyond all the pain that little episode brought him, smiling quite broadly up at the feline. ...Part of it might be the fact that her attempt at a defense saved him from some unnecesary cuts- but hell, she is sort of cute, even when singed, "I met you in kind...cherie. And warned you. Keep at range, and rely on your magic, et tu might not like what comes back. I think...however, I'll have to wait on any further lessons, till we've had something to eat, et time to heal, n'est ce pas?" And it's with a sigh that the hybrids simply tips his head up, to stare blankly towards the ceiling, and the occasional glimpses of sparks and ash which flicker into view.
Satoshi can't help retorting to his words by sticking her tongue out at him and putting on a pouty expression. "Details, details. This was still a lesson in combat magic more than swordplay. And I won't complain about delaying further lessons for a short bit... Mostly, I'll just complain if I have to stand up right now, even if a particularly nice meal was in this room. G'damn pews... Those things -hurt-. My record for most things broken in a fight has been... well, broken, thanks to you. Heh..." She trails off, momentarily distracted by a flake of ash drifting along before continuing absently, "This just goes to remind me that I'm glad we ended up the opposite of enemies. Y'know? We levelled a chapel in a friendly training lesson..."
Kasyr grins broader still, "I know! I wonder what we'll do on our anniversary~ Erm... Anyways, It was a lesson nonetheless, et philosophy es an important part of swordplay, and combat in general. You use the surroundings to your advantage, with your control of water, but I used your own magics against to my advantage as well. It's all..interconnected. Anyways, once we get you up to par on swordplay, it should help round tu out a bit more- ..More ways to kill et eat."
Satoshi's ear give an involuntary flick with the reply, and she puts no effort into masking a smirk. "More ways to kill meals is always useful. My magic doesn't come into too handy for hunting anymore. Much as I love the cold, I've found cold flesh and blood is... far from tasty. And that's when I have the concentration to actually -use- magic... As for anniversaries... this wasn't bad, as far as one month celebrations go. But for the one year... can we injure something else, instead of each other, maybe~?" Smirking still, she goes to the effort of scooting closer to the tiefling, despite various broken odds and ends protesting the movement.
Kasyr chuckles at the sound of the felines approach, and offers a tiny degree of aid- in the form of his own body wriggling to meet hers, "I suppose I can try et honour that idea mon cher. We'll just have to... well, make sure someones on hand, et not have any training that day." Caefully, one arm is extended out towards the feline. ...Obviously, it isn't the freaking not-quite-dislocated- due to surplus of energy and natural regeneration but damn there's still a number of hairline fractures and wow sore ...arm. "...Happy just loitering this way for now? I could heal us- but I'm not exactly inclined to leave, a ce moment." Another glance to the decimated room, and the tiefling adds whimsically, "It's sort of nice that we didn't break any of the windows. Surprisingly."
Satoshi scrutinizes one of the mentioned windows, one not terribly far from their lounging position amid the chaos of pews and water. With a particularly determined air she fights to unsheathe her thus far neglected katana and, with a triumphant miyew, eventually succeeds. Only to throw it, with a bit more strength than she should have, at that same window and promptly shatter it when hilt meets glass. There's a perfectly smug look on her face as she resettles herself. "Oops. Got one after all. And look at that. My blade -did- come into play." Resting her head against the tiefling she chuckles quietly. "And I'm not inclined to move either. As if I -could- anyway, with a fair half of me relatively useless, thanks~. Healing all that... is going to drive me crazy with how much it'll tickle. Hellfire..."
Kasyr gives the feline a particularily amused look, before gently moving to touch her shoulder with his outstretched arm, "...I think I'm going to be driving you crazy a fair few ways mon cher- So, it shouldn't be -that- different."
Satoshi tries to put on a pout, even if it's terribly unconvincing. "Healing's a different kind of crazy~. And the only one I object to, however marginally." With a nod, the pout becomes a lopsided grin and she simply curls up against him. "Y'know... some priest is bound to wander in here at some point, and likely be very unhappy to see this mess... This was such a tidy chapel, too. Oops~."