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exsiliumlogs2013-07-15 06:47 pm
explodewiththerage) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-15 06:47 pm
Truth hurts more than any blow.
Date & Time: Right after this call here Here on the 14th
Location: Training Room
Characters: Natsu Dragneel and anyone drawn in by the sound of explosions and things being broken
Summary: Natsu venting.
Warnings: Angry Natsu is Angry so expect a lot of rude language and damage to the surroundings
Destroying his device in the hellfires of his wrath had done nothing to quell the tempest of emotions that call had left him with. He didn't want to risk damaging anything else in his room especially not his collection of memories.
So he stormed out of his room, slamming the door so hard it left a crack starting from the handle and ending in the wall. Luckily he didn't run into Erza or worse, Lucy on the trip there. He honestly didn't know what to do if he met with Lucy after seeing that conversation that she most likely never intended him to see. Oh how he wished he hadn't. The fire burning in his body was not the kind of flame he enjoyed. This one was bitter and wild lashing out at everything around him.
That's why he was here now. Alone with the training equipment and the targets meant to sharpen the bodies and skills of the people who would fight for the Initiative.
Not even five minutes after the door closes, people nearby will hear explosions and roars of anger coming from within as the walls shake from the force of whatever fury is being utilized within. Most would also notice a sudden spike in the temperature as well. This continued until some brave (or foolish) soul finally decided to investigate.
When they open the door they will find most of the equipment in bent or broken states. Scorch marks mar the walls and floor everywhere and in one corner there is a small plot of sand from where Natsu obliterated the punching bags.
And in the middle of it all there is one Natsu Dragneel wreathed in flames with his fists clenched by his sides. The gauntlets are there around his hands and the eyes on the dragon head ornament seem to shine that much brighter than usual. He seems lost in thought but the flames show no sign of extinguishing.
Location: Training Room
Characters: Natsu Dragneel and anyone drawn in by the sound of explosions and things being broken
Summary: Natsu venting.
Warnings: Angry Natsu is Angry so expect a lot of rude language and damage to the surroundings
Destroying his device in the hellfires of his wrath had done nothing to quell the tempest of emotions that call had left him with. He didn't want to risk damaging anything else in his room especially not his collection of memories.
So he stormed out of his room, slamming the door so hard it left a crack starting from the handle and ending in the wall. Luckily he didn't run into Erza or worse, Lucy on the trip there. He honestly didn't know what to do if he met with Lucy after seeing that conversation that she most likely never intended him to see. Oh how he wished he hadn't. The fire burning in his body was not the kind of flame he enjoyed. This one was bitter and wild lashing out at everything around him.
That's why he was here now. Alone with the training equipment and the targets meant to sharpen the bodies and skills of the people who would fight for the Initiative.
Not even five minutes after the door closes, people nearby will hear explosions and roars of anger coming from within as the walls shake from the force of whatever fury is being utilized within. Most would also notice a sudden spike in the temperature as well. This continued until some brave (or foolish) soul finally decided to investigate.
When they open the door they will find most of the equipment in bent or broken states. Scorch marks mar the walls and floor everywhere and in one corner there is a small plot of sand from where Natsu obliterated the punching bags.
And in the middle of it all there is one Natsu Dragneel wreathed in flames with his fists clenched by his sides. The gauntlets are there around his hands and the eyes on the dragon head ornament seem to shine that much brighter than usual. He seems lost in thought but the flames show no sign of extinguishing.
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Something was really off about this fight now. Natsu could feel it with every instinct. Even though he should have been as fast as lightning she still dodged and countered as if he was moving at his normal speed. It was impossible that his magic technique was not working. He could feel the power the same as always. So then that left one thing. The damn stage as she called it.
And then she was on him in the blink of an eye. He didn't get a chance to retort seeing as Saber easily pushed him into a defensive retreat. It took all he had to try and void that sword. He quickly realized blocking or knocking it aside had become impossible after that initial strike where he could feel the metal of his gauntlet starting groan in protest from the beating.
"Well this is a pain in the ass." To say the least. He'd wasted quite a bit of his reserves in the destruction of the room and now that he had activated his lightning fire dragon mode, those reserves would run out if he didn't start doing some damage. Which right now seemed downright impossible. Unless he somehow managed to force Saber to dispell the stage itself.
"Aaah if only I had one of those really good flames on me right now." He muttered under his breath and jumped back as far as he could to get away from Saber's blade.
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Her movements were becoming a blur of red and black and gold at this rate. Once she swung at him to gauge that the weakening effects of her domain were taking its toll on Natsu, she started ramping up the rate of her attacks. Since she was not going for the cool, most of her strikes were either from the blunt or broad side of her blade.
It was a dance to Saber. A violent dance that was swiftly coming from all sides to overwhelm Natsu with sheer force. She won't have any of his fire tricks right now - she will still block and counter when need be. At the very least, the laugh that accompanied her attacks signified her growing entertainment and excitement.
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He was on the defensive though and each step brought him closer to the stage edge. As he struggled to parry the blows he decided to try one last thing. Every time the blade would hit the gauntlets he would focus all of his fire magic there, heating the metal of his gauntlets to it's utmost limit. The plan? To try and melt the blade, grind it down over time providing she didn't decide to end it all in one glorious strike. She had the power to do that. He had no doubts about that.
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There was no damage.
"And what curious thing are you planning to do with my instrument?" Saber only sounded mildly offended. Aestus Estus was a symbol of her status as a Saber class Servant, crafted exquisitely with magic. After she had watched him deflect her blows for a time, though, the idea was slowly dawning on her. She had smirk.
"A fool's plan; my blade is crafted from a fallen star!"
In a brief show, her blade burst with flames, an element she was quite familiar with. It dispersed a moment later, showing Natsu that he wasn't the only master of fire in this stage.
"Now-- let it smash against your body!"
Saber suddenly lunged forward, concentrating energy into blade in a single stroke as she invoked a Blossom of the Court attack.
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"It was worth a shot. I said I wasn't gonna make it easy for you to bring me down." Natsu taunted with a forced boast. He was running on fumes in terms of magic now. Magic. His magic. The source. It was then he saw Saber's sword suddenly explode into flames. A chance! That was quickly extinguished by the debilitating effect of the stage. If they weren't in this setup he's certain he could have sucked up those flames and turned the tables! From the magic power he felt Natsu was actually pretty certain he could have even entered Dragon Force!
"Still not enough huh..." Natsu muttered more to himself as he saw Saber lunging at him with her final attack. Ah what the hell. It was one heck of a fight. He'll get better and stronger. As long as there are people like Saber to fight with.
So to honor her victory he stood up, focused his final magic into his mouth and shot out a final Lightning Flame dragon Roar straight at Saber. All of his magic was put into that attack. As promised. Even if she cut through, the surroundings might take some damage. At least that's what he was expecting at most. A final attempt at defiance.
apologies for the lateness!
"This victory is mine!"
With a final swing of her sword - inwardly, she had to pull back so as to not murder him - her blade clashed against his body. The force wasn't pulled back, however, and the attack could send him careening into the wall behind him, but the wall itself didn't even bend itself. The stage remained undamaged and loomed over them as Saber stood over her opponent.
No problem!
The problem with the stage not taking any damage means the surface he hit was harder since there was no crater from the impact to somewhat soften the impact. Instead he slid down the wall and collapsed in a clump at the base of the wall.
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"The flame has been snuffed. I do give you the honor of being acknowledged that you were an entertaining fight, boy," she said to his crumpled form. Was he satisfied now? She put on quite a show, after all.
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"Ngh...ehehe....Y-You're really strong. C-Can't wait to...figh...yo...ag...ain" And with that he succumbed to unconsciousness. Still he had quite the peaceful smirk on his face even as he was battered to all hell.