Naka vs Akira

[*][NikNak][*]

The battle room was cold and the shadows seemed to want to grab anyone that walked past them. A black cloaked figure stood leaning against the wall with eyes closed and arms across chest. Thoughts flooded the mind of the new fighter. Yet it was a new one for this fighter. This was just one of many that had been played just to survival.

It was odd, how survival always came down to the point. It was as if survival was all this fighter thought about. Plus death didn't disturb the figure, it was almost a welcome present yet it wouldn't come this way. This was a battle of wits and power, not to kill. Though a little blood would be drawn, there was nothing wrong with that. Blood was only a welcome that you were still live.

The figure's mind flooded with memories, cruel reminders on why this person was here today. Survival....

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira walked into the battle square with a half bored expression on her face. She had just trained almost a thousand years- she didn't want to waste any more time and this fight wouldn't be helpful to anyone. SHe flicked her wrists and flames wrapped around them, she didn't need weapons right now- not for this fight. Her turquoise eyes glimmered and she flashed a fake smile to Naka, "You ready?" She asked, her nine black fox tails swished behind her as she slid one foot behind her, her knees bent slightly, one hand behind her back almost mockingly and the other held up, elbow bent at a right angle and her palm facing herself.

[*][NikNak][*]

Naka's eyes stayed closed for a few minutes then she pushed off the wall with a slightly bump and turned towards the woman. Her black hood covering her face. Then, as if turning on a switch, her eyes opened and blue orbs looked at the woman before her. Then she frowned in disappointment at this.....grandma.
She could sense the years on the woman, nothing too hard to figure out. This fight was already finished. Naka had already seen about 10 problems with this girl already. This girl had just played out her entire hand infront of Naka. Naka knew what her weapons and weaknesses were and the girl knew nothing of Naka, perfection....

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira's form in the arena stood still with eyes narrowed, "Don't be so quick to sum me up..." she laughed, it was funny actually. Her sharp canines glistened as she resisted the need to chuckle, before it might have been a problem but now? Heh, she couldn't care too terribly much right now, She awaited an attack from Naka, a solid expression molded onto her face as her fox ears pricked towards Naka.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Two dark green eyes obversed from above, the color of pine in the early morning. They were soft eyes, quiet, respectful. That pretty much described Cheshire himself. A mysterious bard with two slash scars across his throat, Cheshire never really attempted to go over the boundry of his muteness. Not being able to talk was probably just a plus for him, since the elf never really looked inclined to communicate anyway. His clothes consisted of dark blue pants and a light green shirt, covered by a dark red little... ponchoey thing. The colors were a bit muted for a bard... but then again, Cheshire was a bit muted for a bard himself, every pun intended. His lightish brown hair was a bit spiky and reached his shoulders unevenly, the back being much long and in a ponytail.

'They seem so.... dark' thought Cheshire, which was not his real name.

[*][NikNak][*]

Naka's eyes turned to slits within seconds and she stepped forward. The ground was solid yet had some bounce in it. Enough for certain attacks yet this one seemed slightly strong. Maybe she was like Naka, stronger than she looked. Though Naka's age had nothing to do with it, training was a given.
Naka spent her time training, eatting a strick diet of meat and vegetables, and getting exactly 8 hours of sleep. She wasted no time. Unless she had a class, she was training. Her muscles were built. Not like a man's but built enough to cause terrible pain with just a punch.
Naka looked at the girl and thought about taking her cloak off. It was heavy yet it hid her features...
Her boots clinked as they stepped towards Akira. Metal heals built into them to provide powerful kicks upon her enemy. Then she raised one hand and ran at Akira at a fast trot. Then she jumped clean over her and slammed a kick into her neck.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira dipped towards the ground, Naka then soared over her head and she smirked, "You'll have to do better than that." She said, the movement to dodge the attack had been pretty much effortless and brought so much more effort from the attacker. Akira would easily wear out Naka this way, her eyes calm and relatively indifferent. This was a waste of her time- she hadn't even tried to attack yet, and by the way it was going- she was going to win at this pace.

[*][NikNak][*]

Naka smerked and twisted in the air. Then, without touching the ground, kicked the girl again. If Akira thought this was going to be easy, then she'd better think again. Naka wanted this to be as hard as anything she'd ever done before. All she wanted was a scream for mercy, then she'd stop and walk away.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira grabbed Naka's foot in the air and she pushed her away, "Try something different, I'm already expecting an attack like that- be more creative this time." She said like a teacher or tutor instructing a student though not in a condescending sort of way, she truly was trying to help. "You need to be prepared for the battle ahead, don't make me disable you for that. Call down your arms if you know what's for the best." She didn't want to waste time.

[*][NikNak][*]

Naka's eyes dimmed. This wasn't good. Once the darkness took her, there would be no going back for Akira.
The Darkness was like a curse. A curse that darkened her soul and turned her into darkness. When the woman tried to help, it had made her extremely angry.
"You want to see me then do you? Let me show you,"She said, her voice dark. Then she grabbed her sleeve and pulled the cloak off with a yank. The cloak whipped behind her and fell to the floor, for later.
White clothing wrapped around her. White pants and a white button up shirt. This was going to slow and painful, for both of them.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

'This is an interesting battle so far. Both their cards are hidden,' the elf thought, nervous. Cheshire hated violence past the point of the steriotypical elf, and he was only watching here because as a teacher he was supposed to. Students were supposed to check themselves and make sure the battles didn't go too far, but unfortunately many a student had conveniently 'forgot' that fact and attempted to make sure there was only one A student in their class.

This Akira though, she wasn't a student. She was much older than him in any case, Cheshire being only 212. At least Akira was going easy on Naka, but still... Why even the fight?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira awaited the attack, still not taking an offensive move with her steady turquoise gaze watching Naka. There was nothing to be angry about, advice wasn't anything to be ashamed of- it wasn't even given in a demeaning manner. Someone seemed to be having some problems lately and darkness wasn't a good sign for the fight ahead- it wouldn't do any good for anyone. Any darkness attacks would be easy to parry and send back, she'd just have to help Naka fight without relying on her powers- had to make it even then. The turquoise flames slipped from her hands and dissolved into nothingness, to someone else it might have looked like she lacked the energy to hold the fire there for too long but that would be an all too naive assumption. Yes, yes, the whole cloak thing was dramatic but that was all, it was dramatic which wasn't needed in a battle, you needed results.

She let out a sigh as she awaited the next group of attacks, sure to make slight adjustments to her stance and even the content of her attacks throughout so she wouldn't leave completely emptyhanded and beaten.

[*][NikNak][*]

Naka's eyes were as blue as the ocean and her white hair flowed around her broad shoulders. Her white clothes glimmered in the lighting and her body was tense. The only thing on her that wasn't white was her eyes, yet they were growing darker. Slowly, yet visibly, they were turning black.
Then she walked to Akira and untucked her black wings. They were massive and muscular, and black. The feathers were all very shiny and beautiful and all of her feathers were blowing in an invisible wind.
As Naka walked towards Akira, her wings flexed, ready to move at any given moment. "You will either give up or die."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Haha! I'm already supposed to be dead, don't even try it!" she laughed dismissively, her black fox ears absorbed into her skull and her tails dissipated- they'd only get in the way, "I know few who'd actually be able to kill me and frankly, I don't think you're one of them and at that, words really bug you, don't they?" She never said anything purposefully to offend this Naka person but they were already hellbent on killing her.

[*][NikNak][*]

"Then let me be the first and last person to succeed. Your death will be just another one in my book. You have no idea who I am. That was your first mistake. Second, You have made me mad."
Then Naka stopped, about 5 feet away from Akira. The darkness visible in her eyes as she stared her enemy down.
Suddenly she raised her wings and closed her eyes, focusing.