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The first class of the year! Oh how the summer had flown by. The Goddess Eminence P. Haze, her first and second name known only to those who knew of her hunting background and expertise rather than the school as a whole, had returned from her long evenings of smoking and sipping wine in her abode. Marvelling at her treasure and, very rarely, training. The Goddess had decided to open the year with a rather simple class for two randomly selected students. Through their newly issued scrolls they would receive a message advising them to arrive at the outdoor training area outside the gym building.

This training area was hardly befitting of the Goddess majesty, a simple ten yard by eight yard rectangle painted onto a stone slab. There was no cage nor walls surrounding it, it was perhaps the most simple arena one could imagine... and that would make it perfect for Haze's class. To start at the bottom and raise one to the top, to go from rags to riches! Standing in it's centre, handbag on her right shoulder and mace in her left hand she would await the students. Her weapon was already full loaded with dust, the golden metal glowing a hot red; wisps of heat visibly escaping the weapon.

She was dressed not in her primary combat attire but the clothes she more typically wore to sitting lectures, her long dress with a slit down the right leg. Atop her head as per usual was a tiara and on this rare occasion she was indeed wearing her cape, long and a dark navy blue it stretched down to around knee hight. Should the students take too long she would begin to spin the mace between her fingers, a red circle beginning to form where the mace's head had been. The sky was clear, the sun was shining, and soon enough Haze would be laying the smackdown on some students. This was going to be fun!

The Scroll Message:
Dear *Insert Name*

You have been selected randomly for the first Combat Strategies class of the year. Should you chose not to take this class simply reply with the number 1 and the class will be ascribed to another student. For this class you are to bring all of your weapons armour and dust, be in good health and prepared for combat. This will be a dangerous experience however most certainly an educational one. You are to come to the Open Air-Arena outside the Physical training facilities at noon sharp. There you will meet with Madam Haze.

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Dear Roy Fox

You have been selected randomly for the first Combat Strategies class of the year. Should you chose not to take this class simply reply with the number 1 and the class will be ascribed to another student. For this class you are to bring all of your weapons armour and dust, be in good health and prepared for combat. This will be a dangerous experience however most certainly an educational one. You are to come to the Open Air-Arena outside the Physical training facilities at noon sharp. There you will meet with Madam Haze.

That was what Roy had woken up to on this bright and beautiful Monday morning. His brand spanking new scroll that he had just obtained, and this was the first message that it had on it. Roy had conflicted feelings about the woman known as Madam Haze. On one end he disliked her rather...egotistical personality, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was only teacher he had ever met who could make him actually interested in a lecture. And boy oh boy was that a hard thing to do. Plus he was Roy, the moment he had read the message he was up and out of bed and beginning to get dressed already. If Roy saw an opportunity he was going to snatch it up as fast as he could.

This open air arena also intrigued him quite a bit, while he oft fought outside he had never done it in an arena before. With his signature trenchcoat, and teeshirt combo on he would make his way out of his dorm. His hair was as usual unkempt and all over the place, jutting every which way simply because he was too lazy to comb it. And of course his katana was at his side. After the usual morning coffee, and aimless walking he would soon arrive at his destination exactly one minute before noon. As soon as another minute had passed he would turn the corner and make a light wave towards the Professor a slight smile that he couldn't help at the sight of her steaming mace. This was going to be fun.
"Hope I ain't late, Madam Haze"

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While Busan wasn't particularly skilled with the use of his scroll, given his rather large hands, and by extension, his fingers, he was able to make use of the message, even despite getting it during his morning workout. The message itself was a little odd, given that he was a newer student and Tech major no less, but Busan was an adept combatant and would never turn down the opportunity for a bit of sparring. He had rushed to his locker and donned his armor, as well as his hammer. He stood tall, but kept out of his Cannon form, leaving him with his massive hammer slung over his shoulder as he walked from the locker room toward where he remembered the training area to be. He walked up nonchalantly, with one hand on the massive hammer over his shoulder, and the other hand clenched into a fist as Busan rolled his shoulder in its socket, trying to get loosened up.

Busan looked down at Roy and stared intently through the visor on his helmet, knowing full and well that his expression was completely hidden. He stared and stared, sizing Roy up for a moment before cheerily saying in his jolly demeanor, betraying his rugged voice "Good morning! I hope you're as excited as I am." He cheerfully rose one of his hands in a wave type motion, before eyeing the mace that Haze was spinning. "Quite the craftsmanship there." Busan spoke as if speaking to himself when he referred to the mace.

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As the pair of students arrived Haze would immediately size them up, not comparing them to herself naturally; rather comparing themselves to each other. The first to arrive, only by a matter of seconds, had been a boy who's face was familiar to Haze. A man of lesser height, seemingly a rather frail build and yellow going orange hair. At his waist was a sword, a simple weapon no doubt. In her brief scanning of him, taking less than a moment, neither would be able to gleam any insight into what the Goddess thought from her expression... well, outside her condescending smirk showing she thought herself leagues above him. When it came to the next though Haze was taken slightly aback, not that she was unused to seeing armour no... but rather...

"Naturally the weapon, it's sheen grace and polish will fit the owner... you dare wear a helmet when addressing me? Know you no manners? Both of you should be kneeling before your superior, but to go so far as to wear a helmet? Are you so afraid to lose your head? Fufufufu~" With that Haze would begin to twirl her mace, a red outline following the head as she circled it. "But perhaps that is wise and courteous of you, perhaps wearing a full suit of armour will allow me to use so much as a tenth of my true power. FuFuFuFu~ Wouldn't that be a sight to see~"

Comparing the two, well. The taller man in his armour looked as though he might eat the smaller of the two. This being the case Haze came to a quick conclusion, the spinning of her mace would cease as she did so. "This lesson will be based on endurance training, the best way to learn which is by enduring yourselves. From a strategical standpoint the longer one can endure the more time their team has to regroup, the higher one's pain threshold the more mistakes they can make without earning a panicked state of mind. If you learn to rely on your aura, understand when it is at it's breaking point, you will be able to understand how many hits you can afford to take for a greater goal; for example closing distance or defending another. I plan to also teach you both to deal with overwhelming numbers in this lesson."

"To begin this, and I do believe it is wise to begin as such, you will both attack each other once. Any attack you so chose, I doubt either of you will be able to defeat the other in a single attack... unless I'm seriously underestimating one of you. The smaller will go first for such sake, then the larger." And with that Haze would take a step backward, leaving them to enact her demands.

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Roy's eyes flickered over the heavily armored gargantuan man that stood over him, the giant hammer told him a lot about his fighting style course, Rot could honesty care less either way. He gave the jovial man a smile in response to his words, surprised that someone with such a deep voice could sound so happy. Of course then Haze went on her usual tirade about her superior status and what not. If he was being honest, he was surprised to not hear the word goddess being used but quickly cast it off as nothing. Once she finished monologuing and actually started on about the lesson she had Roy's full attention.

Endurance training, while defending physical damage wasn't his strong suit he was sure he'd manage. What really peaked his interest was the mention if overwhelming numbers. He had always avoided jobs that had more than two targets involved, simply because he wasn't that good at fighting multiple opponents at once hopefully this lesson would provide some insight on how to aid with such a problem.

Once she finished talking Roy would turn towards the much larger man and scratch the back of his head in a nervous gesture while in all actually he was letting static electricity build up on his hand. Walking forward he would stick out said hand, in a handshake like fashion while looking up to the man and smiling. "Never caught your name big guy. Mines Roy, Roy Fox.".

On the assumption that he accepted the handshake, Roy would loose a full on blast of static electricity through the mans arm, smiling the same way the whole time. He would then step back and tilt his head a satisfied smirk on his face. "Oh, by the way I guess you can attack now"


Joy Buzzer: 20dmg(-20sp)

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The idea of fighting multiple people was less desirable than a one to one engagement, not because Busan worried that he couldn't handle the fight, but rather how it diminished the scale of victory for the party with more people and altogether showcased ones fear of loss in the face of fair combat. He did laugh in a jolly manner in the face of a challenge and removed his helmet, tucking it under one of his arms He smiled warmly behind his thick beard at the amount of confidence exuded by their instructor. "Apologies for my informality, I expected the rigors to begin upon arrival."

In response to the seemingly friendly greeting given by Roy, Busan left his hammer standing on its head as he reached forward. "Busan Jackson." Upon grasping his hand Busan was jolted by a sudden burst of electricity, and it almost got the better of him. Behind closed lips, Busan clenched his teeth and continued to shake his hand. He exhaled deeply through his nose upon release.

So that was what Roy had chosen his attack to be then? Busan was mildly disappointed not to get a glimpse of Roy's physical strength yet, but took solace in the fact that he would be able to display his. "My turn then?" Busan crammed the helmet onto his head, and growled out his command, "Then brace."

Busan took his right hand on the hammer, leaving it on the ground, but still holding it. He allowed his body to achieve its full musculature, and although he did not gain any noticeable height, Busan did grow far larger than before. In his full stature, he was a hulking mass of meat and metal, and when he finally moved, he did so seemingly effortlessly. With one hand, Busan whipped his right arm forward with Briseadh in tow and would catch Roy in an uppercut directly to his chin and follow through so that the hammer could once again rest on Busan's  mighty shoulders.

As soon as Busan was fully at rest, his body would return to its regular size, soundlessly.


HP: 130/150
SP: 140/150

Actions Taken: Busan was electrocuted and endured the pain. Busan powers up, and casually uppercuts Roy with his hammer.

-10 SP: STR Boost

50 Dam to Roy (before Defense)

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Haze couldn't help but feel peeved, were they taking this as some sort of joke? Choosing not to draw a weapon but perform a simple semblance based attack? Let alone through a handshake rather than a punch or a blow dealt through his sword, it had to be made of metal right? Capable of conduction? What a ludicrous waste otherwise. To have such a semblance but not think to conduct through a sword, he couldn't be that stupid could he? In the larger man's bulking up the Goddess at least got to see something more interesting, as he swung toward Roy's chin the Goddess would begin to prepare the next part of the level testing. Raising her Mace to the heavens she would begin to circle it in a figure eight formation. In the circular areas, floating next to each other, two fireballs comparable to small suns would begin to form.

As soon as Busan's blow was dealt, she would begin to instruct. The suns pulsing and beginning to separate from one another as they grew. Their size appeared to cap at a meter in diameter, a violent orange colouration to them. "I think this power level should about do, how about you two try it. I'm sure pitiful blasts such as these won't kill you~ I can't be blamed if you do though, I am simply too powerful~" And with that her mace was brought down, pointed between the two. The great balls of fire would rush down after it, following her traced line they would race directly toward the pair. One for each of them, that would do. Upon contact these orbs would simply pass through the body, one could try to push against them but it would be akin to pushing against fire itself... impossible to do due to it's gaseous form. It would pass through them upon contact, burning them, before exiting the other side. Meeting the ground before spreading into two circular pits of flames.

Assuming they had both taken the hit Haze would speak, "Now, at what level would you describe the pain you are currently feeling? FuFuFuFu~"

[Notes - These fireballs have been made with tier one dust, they deal 25 damage before dust defences]

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Pain..lots and lots of pain..

That was what Roy felt as the hammer impacted his chin directly, of course Roy was sent soaring upward in a comical fashion before, face planting rather lazily. Managing to regain his bearings he slowly got back up to his base and gave the larger armoured man a smile, his tongue bleeding slightly from biting it upon impact.
"Nice one, can't say I didn't deserve tha-"

Fireballs, two of them somehow floating around madam Haze's mace in a graceful yet deadly fashion...he really needed to get some dust soon.

Then of course without further ado they were sent hurtling at them, two twin balls of destruction ready to decimate its foes with no remorse. The foes in this scenario just so happened to be the two students who had just attacked each other. When the blazing ball of fury was upon him, Roy simply did what he was told to do, let it pass through him. It stung a little sure but in the end it didn't really scratch his Aura- if anything it was quite pleasant like a warm breeze abliet a small bit of stinging. Heck, even his jacket was unscathed, Roy smiled brightly to that fact. It seemed he wouldn't have to get it resewn this week. Once the atack was finished he gave a warm and bright smile towards Madam Haze almost immediately answering her question.
"It stung a little...? Made me feel quite warm actually! It looked really pretty though."

Damage stuffz:

HP: 105/150
SP: 130/150

Casual Strike to the chin- 40DMG taken

Haze's miniature sun- 5DMG taken

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