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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 29, 2016 9:13:43 GMT
"My awareness extends only to her Clan."
Motioning for the two to follow her, she began a slow trek towards her basement arena. She began to explain the Tzimisce Clan and it's most well known powers to Etonis, keeping it as brief as she felt comfortable.
The rules were easier. "This is a spar to test her capabilities, not a fight with hopes of hurting, harming, maiming, or killing her. I ask that you keep it as fair as possible and push her only enough to give me an acceptable sampling of her 'powerhouse' ability."
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Post by Eto on Feb 29, 2016 9:50:52 GMT
Eto strode behind her a step as they entered the arena. His sharp ruby eyes catching sight of his opponent in the ring. He stopped abruptly, and turned his head slowly toward the oddly titled prince. "What. Is. That. Beast?" His ruby eyes stared hard into Amy's icy blues.
Eto was amped, every nerve ending very obviously on edge. His entire form seemed infinitely more tense than it had only a second ago. His hands had fallen, to the handles of his scimitars, though his arm was still draped around Don.
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Post by Don on Feb 29, 2016 9:54:16 GMT
The dotted line blinked as soon as they entered the arena. The space Don had occupied less than a second later was empty, and the purple haired demon was suddenly in the rafters, peering down with ruby colored eyes at the creature with the ears and the tail. Her fingers dug deep into the wood and she let out a low, demonic hiss.
"It's a cat," she demanded. "There's a fakken cat. Cat..."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Feb 29, 2016 17:36:04 GMT
While she had expected a negative reaction from Don, whom she knew to have a disdain for all things animal, Eto surprised her. Amy tilted her head to one side slowly, blinking at the use of the word "Beast." With the war on the forefront of her mind, it was easy to remember that the Eastern Monsters called them all Beasts. Not so easy to remember the file that he had given her the night he promised his loyalty and swords to their cause.
"She is a Tzimisce," the Prince said softly, glancing over at the strange feline like girl who was arguing with her cousin over whether or not the kitten could be a part of the fight. "She changes her body to fit the fantasy she creates."
Given, that usually meant the addition of extra limbs, bone armor plated against bare skin, or elongated fangs and claws. Not black cat ears and a tail, all of which seemed fully functioning.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 5:39:44 GMT
His hands fell to the handles of his scimitars, he scanning the 'Tzimisce' beast. It was an uncomfortable experience, it looked like the shape shifters. Ruby eyes flashed as he took a dangerous step forward. "I assume it functions like a cat then?" He asked, looking up towards Don.
Don seemed to like the creature as much as he did, which was to say, it should die in a fire, a very hot, smokey hellfire. "Are you sure you don't want that beast put down?" He asked, obvious hatred and disgust in his voice.
The beasts had killed more of his friends, both mortal and immortal, than any enemy he'd ever known. And there was one standing in the arena ready to be 'tested'.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 5:54:37 GMT
"-o Edwardo won't want to spar. He is still a baby, and just cause we were made to fight as babies doesn't mean he has too."
Angel would say pulling the kitten away from his Cousin.
"I will take care of him on the sidelines and we will both be rooting for you ok? Sound good?"
Without waiting for a response he would walk out of the arena. Looking up he would see the man that would be fighting his Cousin... Suddenly he was not so sure she would win...
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Post by Don on Mar 1, 2016 5:57:48 GMT
"IT'S A CAT!" She shouted from the rafters, hiding as best she could. "Eto. Etoetoetoeto. It's a cat. Make it go away."
She didn't care what Amy had to say. She didn't like cats. Or dogs. Or anything animal.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 6:02:21 GMT
Amy glanced between Don and Eto, both looking as if they would rather kill the creature. Did they not understand that she could be of great use to the City? She sighed softly and gave a shake of her head. Perhaps she had chosen the wrong opponent.
"I just need you to test her abilities." Glancing up at the half hidden demon, she thought to make a comment about how the Devil Princess acted feline, herself, but that was sure to start a fight she had no interest in finishing.
Turning to the little cat girl, who had crossed her arms in anger, she had to swallow the urge to rub her forehead in frustration.
"Belle Mau, this is your opponent for the night: Etonis Vadia. He will evaluate your fighting capabilities. There should be no permanent damage caused to either party. This is a test, not a fight." She gave a pointed look to both parties involved.
"MEOW!!"
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 6:36:56 GMT
Eto walked down to the arena and stopped just inside its boundaries staring daggers at Belle. "They say you're a vampire, I just see a beast." He drew his scimitars, the motion so quick, it would seem like they appeared in his hands like magic.
He was beginning to radiate warmth, the temperature in the arena jumping up a couple of degrees. He stood waiting, both scimitars pointed toward the ground. "Can you maintain the discipline needed to obey the rules?" He asked her, waiting patiently for the signal to begin.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 7:00:54 GMT
Angel didn't like how this man was talking to his Cousin. They weren't animals, and Belle was a sweet girl. He didn't know anything about her. Once the man pulled out swords he would turn to Octavian concerned.
He was about to pipe up about how unfair that was but kept his mouth shut. No. The Prince had said for no permanent harm, besides they had both been taught how to fight while unarmed even against an armed opponent. This guy has already underestimated his Cousin, that would be his downfall.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 17:49:02 GMT
"Mew?" She tilted her head to one side, a look of confusion across the cat girl's face. She obviously didn't have any clue what he was talking about. Unarmed, she looked like she would be an easy target.
Amy moved over to her husband, wrapping one chilly arm around his waist. Then, she raised her hand.
The fight could begin.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 21:00:38 GMT
Eto stood with that perfect stillness granted only by being so long dead, hatred filled eyes gazing at the feline-esque beast before him. How did she move? Why did the oddly titled prince even grant this beast asylum in her home, even temporarily? His tattoos, pulses with his heartbeat, his rage so tight held in his cage of will began to push free. Eto would not make the first move.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 1, 2016 21:02:30 GMT
Belle tilted her head to one side, a black ear twitching in curiosity. She was watching him closely, observing how he held himself and his weapons. Her tail lashed back and forth.
"Soooooooo.... how do we do this?" She asked, smiling.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 1, 2016 21:11:46 GMT
Angel watched carefully, he needed to see how well the fighters here were. After all they would either be his ally's or would soon be chasing them out of the city.
In either case knowing the skills of the people here would be beneficial.
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Post by Eto on Mar 1, 2016 21:40:39 GMT
Eto stalkes forward slowly, his electrical scimitar shattering into a hundred pieces. All the separate pieces floated around him forming a sort of bubble cave, electricity arking between all of the separate shards. "I do not like beasts little creature." His voice was soft, smooth, completely opposite his feelings, which were coming off in waves.
"I do not know what you hope to gain here, but it could kill you, especially the Sorcerers. And likely you're Egyptian friend. Do you choose to risk his life as well as your own little beast?" He'd stopped, about five meters from her. Ruby eyes boring into her. "Do you choose to risk the both of you?"
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