Members Choice - Round 2 [Namine V Nero]

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Member's Choice Tournament
Round Two
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This post opens the second round of the Member's Choice Tournament!

We have Nine participants who fought tooth and nail to win the previous round and are still fighting to see which fighter is the best! We wish all of our contestants the best of luck!  The winner contestant moves on to the next match, the losing member will be given a consolation prize. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the members will decide which members moves on. There is a 3 day [72 hours] time limit between posts.


Posting Order:  Nero then Namine

Match ends: August 26, 2014.

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Something strange was happening above the Coliseum. Black clouds were gathering at an unusually fast rate, what on earth could be going on up there? Fear not, you wont have to ponder for long. After completely smothering the sky, the black clouds would spontaneously burst into a dazzling shade of gold! The golden clouds would begin to stretch and churn before finally bursting to reveal a magnificent tangle of golden circles with strange text in an unknown language swirling around them. The entangled circles spiraled upwards to create a mountain of sorts, and on top of this mountain sat a knight in golden armor upon a jewel encrusted throne. The knight looked down to the arena below, and spoke down to the combatants within. They would not have trouble hearing him, his voice was booming and clearer than a mid-day spring.

"Greetings, salutations, hello! I couldn't help but notice that you are having a little battle royal down here, and well I just had to come down and tell you that you're doing it all wrong! This arena you're fighting in, it's so...straight forward! Just looking at this environment of yours put me to sleep! And so I have decided to help you! From now on, every round shall be under my watchful eye! Each of you shall now fight in distinct arenas of my choosing! Isn't-That-GRAND!? Yes, yes it is! So be prepared, and preform well! I shall be watching!"

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The Knight's Throne shall remain in the sky for the rest of the tournament. Each match shall now have a unique arena.

NAMINE AND NERO, YOUR ARENA HAS BEEN CHOSEN!

Only moments after the two combatants would enter the normal battle arena, the entirety of Olympus Coliseum would fade and be replaced by a Vast Wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but bare, grey earth. The sky was notably red, and one might be able to feel a faint rumbling from below; almost as if the ground was breathing.

The voice of the knight sounded off once more:

"Prepare yourselves! COMMENCE!!!"

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The Darkness had arrived in the world carrying with it a man dressed in a black suit that had lines of blue running through it. The suit fit like a second skin to the young man who was left under the bright skies of an area that was surrounded on all sides by tall walls made of heavy stone and metal. Behind him, there was a door like opening that seemed to lead further into whatever this place was; however, the black haired young man did not bother with such a path as he stretched out his senses seeking, but not finding what he sought.

Nero could feel a mingling of strange auroas coming from all around the new area he was in. There was something light and gentle coming from the path that led out of the sand pit he was in, there was something malicious and heavy that reeked from a dark hole that revealed some stairs that led down into the darkness that Nero was so attached to; however, as tempting as it was to explore the new dark place, the Sable’s crimson eyes drifted from the dark maw of that passage and lingered on the last opening in the area – the one that rested up a flight of stairs.

Taking in the tall statues with their swords held out above their heads to form an odd arch above said opening, the Sable would remain still as a statue as he took a moment to study the odd sensation that was radiating from that hole. He could feel…multiple auroras on the other side. The good was mixing with the bad to create a nauseating scent and taste to those unaccustomed to such a thins, but to the black haired young man, the strange sensations signaled that there was a gathering of a large amount of people on the other side of the hole.

So many people were gathered on the other side that even with the aid of his darkness, the Sable could not decipher which if any could be his dear brother. This was saddening; however, instead of becoming fully distressed or agitated by such a thing, the Sable pushed down the annoyance as his metallic wings flickered slightly as the young man began to move forward and towards that hole. Where there was a vast amount of people, there was a chance that his brother was among them and if he found what he wanted now, the world that was so dull and painful would be right again.

With hope flowing through him, the casual pace of the Tsviet remained constant, but full of purpose as crimson orbs scanned the rest of the area taking note of the list of names on the wall. Despite the names being there, Nero did not stop to examine the odd lists as he moved up the stairs and into the shadows provided by the statues.

Nero entered the shadows of the stone building immediately feeling the drop in temperature from warm to cool in an instant. Regardless of this, the young man continued forward with his mind focused on getting to the gathering on the other side of the area he was in; however, instead of being able to freely do as he pleased, the Tsviet was instead stopped by an odd creature.

Half goat, half man, the strange beast introduced itself as Phil before rattling on and on about fights, champions, and tournaments – useless things that the Sable quickly tuned out. The little man was standing in his way, so Nero tried to move around the beast, but each time he moved, the goat man would move to block the way. Then the creature was making a comment that gott the crimson eyes to focus on him alone.

As the crimson orbs settled coldly on the beast, the short man had the nerve to lecture Nero for his behavior, but the Sable was hardly listening. He was instead debating about the best way to get rid of his problem when unexpectedly the goat man started asking him questions about a tournament currently being held and if he was here to participate in it. Nero denied this assumption and only said he wished to pass to join the crowds beyond; however, the goat man before him insisted he was lying and promptly pulled out a list of names written on a scroll.

After getting Nero to give his name and not get killed, the goat man pointed out that his name was on the list. A bit stunned at the news, the Tsviet had taken the scroll from the goat man rather rudely to read the odd names there…and sure enough right in the middle of all that nonsense his name had been written.

Peeved that someone outside of himself would dare to sign him up for something he did not want to be in, Nero had thought to destroy the goat man and move forward, but then an idea came to him. Yes, he wanted to find his brother who may have been in the crowd beyond, but he also wanted to find out information about what exactly it was he had been dealing with ever since he was revived into the land of the living…and what was one way to gain the information and be able to scan those crowds all at once? By joining this silly game.

As the idea hit him, the agitation and urge to destroy within vanished as he glanced coldly at the goat man and handed him back the list saying that he’d join the fight despite not signing his name there. A bit shock, but more relieved he was not going to get harmed, the goat man had nodded before shooing him off into a waiting room that was further within the strange building. Nero followed the creature to the small room and waited for his name to be called.

He waited and waited and waited some more, but his name was never called. He could hear the shouts and cheers from other battles, but for himself he did not see any action. The wait became so long that Nero had wondered if he had been forgotten or tricked and so sulking, the dark wielding Tsviet sat in the corner of the room he had been placed in not caring that his natural darkness was seeping into the floors and crawling along the walls. He didn’t care that the darkness was slowly tearing marks within the place. Didn’t care that he was about to bring this place to ruin.

He had settled on the idea that he had been tricked after all and so instead of giving second chances, he was going to bring this place to its knees. If his brother was here, he’d know how to react and if he wasn’t here…well, too bad for this place.

Luckily for the world and the room he was in, Phil eventually came to him and after hesitating a safe distance from the darkness that had consumed the corner of the room, he announced that after the long wait, Nero had been bumped up to the next round due to a no-show on his challengers part. Disappointing, but no longer an important matter to the Sable as the mostly scared goat man informed him it was his turn to take the arena floor to face off the next opponent chosen for him.

Calming a bit now that he knew for a fact he had not been forgotten or tricked, Nero got up from his corner and stretched, the darkness around him sliding off the walls and into his shadows as he moved. Relaxing even more, the young man began to move forward, brushing past the goat man who nearly jumped out of his skin when the tip of one of Nero’s wings came dangerously close to his face.

Paying the goat man no mind, Nero drifted down the hall to the gate that seperated him from the arena. He could hear the roar of the crowd and sense the many presences there; however, none were matching his brother’s. Another disappointment, but one that Nero had no time to sulk about.

The gate before him was trembling and shifting as it rumbled to life and began to pull itself from the ground. Waiting until the spiky ends were high enough for him to travel under, Nero would eventually step out into the bright sunlight and cheering of the crowd that easily swept the light crunch of his boots across the sandy ground.

Stepping up onto the raised arena, Nero listened to the announcer yell over the yelling of the crowd as his eyes scanned all those faceless faces that watched him.

Pathetic. Simple-minded creatures. Their only driven by the love of violence and greed. Sad, Nero thought disgustedly as he watched these odd humans cheer, make bets, and do other useless things as he waited. When the announcer began to introduce his opponent, someone named Namine, crimson eyes moved from the crowd to the opposite gate that was rising.

Tilting his head slightly to the left, he watched as a small blonde about the size of Shelke walk forward and enter the arena. The girl was dressed in a simple white dress and wore sandals upon her feet. She didn’t look like much, but there was something in those large blue eyes that hinted that maybe like Shelke this child like creature was more than what she appeared to be.

Intrigued, Nero studied his odd opponent a moment longer before he sensed a new presence more powerful than the drones watching entering the arena. Looking upward, Nero watched the sky turn black before he was looking away as the darkness above became a blinding shade of gold. Peeking from around the arm he had used to block out some of the light, Nero watched the golden clouds shift and take odd forms as even odder circlles moved about to create a mountain like structure upon which a creature dressed in gold sat. Nero could see the form and understood the thing it sat upon was indeed a throne, but for the moment he did not have a word to call armored creature, so instead of trying to figure it out, the Sable kept narrowed eyes upon the thing above them determining if he should bring it down or not.

It didn’t appear to be a threat and yet it was interfering with the battle….and now speaking to them. As the golden armor addressed them, Nero felt himself sigh inwardly as he heard the words the floating armor was saying. It was throwing out some nonsense about performing tournaments in the wrong before complaining about the arena itself. Then it continued on and on to point were Nero almost tuned him out; however, the Sable’s attention was grabbed once more as the armor mentioned “helping” to fix the issue at hand by making everyone who entered the ring fight in a different sort of environment?

Okay, so get on with it and cease your talking! Nero thought irritable to himself as he glared at the talking armor for a while longer. When the thing finally did shut up and relaxed upon the throne once more, Nero dropped his arm to his side just at the same moment the area around him began to spin and shift. In a blur of color, Nero watched the world go from a noisy arena to a huge area of bare grey earth that lightly rumbled under the foot in an unnatural way. This strange seemingly living land rested under a crimson red sky.

It was a wasteland that would’ve been uncomfortable to some, but to Nero he felt right at home in the red haze of the area. Here only the presence of the crowd remained, but their annoying sounds and actions were missing. Good.

Glancing around the area in an almost bored fashion, Nero turned slightly away from his opponent as if she didn’t matter as he scanned the vast stretch of land appearing to be more preoccupied with the environment then the fight.

He even began to stretch, rising onto his tipsy-toes as his mechanical wings stretched out with light clicks. And then...

The man quickly sunk into the ground much like a Heartless would, his body becoming liquid darkness that quickly vanished from the earth, leaving one to wonder if he had left the battle completely; however, to believe such a thing would be foolish.

For no sooner had the dark spot on the ground vanish, a tear high above and behind the blonde below would open as darkness quickly spewed and formed into the solid form of the man once more.

With wings spread wide and darkness trailing around him, Nero raised both of his hands revealing them to be holding the twin guns he wore at his side. Without hesitating, snow white fingers pulled the triggers of each gun firing a round of six bullets at the child like being below....
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Action Box: 2/3 moves used.

1. Nero use Teleport and his darkness to get behind and above Namine. (Teleport: 2 posts until it can be reused.)

2. While his Darkness holds him in the air, Nero fires six bullets (3 from each gun) in an attempt to strike his foe for moderate physical damage.

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Naminé walked off the field clenching her wounded arm. Somehow she managed to pass on to the next round but for some reason she still “felt” gloomy. The Nobody entered the tent where the healing waters resided. She placed her arms in the bitter stinging water and a small whimper left her lips. Finally the bitterness turned to sweet relief as her wounds were healed. The water washed itself clean once again ready to do it job once more. Naminé dipped her cup into the spring and drank it, once again making a face at the odd taste. It tasted as bitter as it felt but it had fully healed her.

Not to soon after the lady in purple, Megara, had come into the tent. “Nice one.” She commented on the girl’s performance. “It is good to know that watching and waiting can me just as useful and throwing your weight and muscles around.

“Thank you.” Naminé answered back. “I just hope it is enough to get me passed the other rounds….even if I don’t know why I am doing these tournaments anymore.” Her original goal was so that she could meet up with Artemis again, which she had done that. Then she had met Genesis and something about him took with her as well, but he wasn’t even entering this one.

Meg stood there for a moment watching the girl’s down casted eyes. “Well Angel Feathers, I can’t really help you with a reason….that is something you have to find one your own. But I can lift your spirits a little. So when you get out into the arena; look for me, okay?”

Naminé looked up at the girl and nodded.

“Good. I feel you should know who you are facing this time. His name is Nero.” She said with concern in her voice. “He reminds me a little of Hades for some reason….but without the dark humor and sass. He really gave Phil a fright when he went to go collect him. Something about shadows and scary amounts of darkness.”

“Ne-ro?” Naminé said back to the lady. That name sounded familiar, not from Naminé’s own encounter but from someone or multiple people close to her and Sora. Her face twisted up in thought but Meg had to break that concentration by telling her that it was her time to head to the arena.

Naminé head out shortly after her supporter did. On the way she met Phil. He really did look shaken up. “Two words for you, kid. Good Luck.” He said. Naminé’s eyes widen. That really was two words. He had counted right. Was this Nero guy really that scary?

The memory Witch head out to the cheering crowd and as she was told her blue eyes searched for Meg. Finally she spotted her. She had moved her seat from where she was the last time. The women pointed to her left side and Naminé’s gaze followed. There sitting next her was a man dressed in crimson. “GENESIS!” Naminé thought excitedly to herself while giving a small wave. He was watching the tournament this time which meant that he was watching over her as well. As Meg had said Naminé’s spirits were lifted right up. She walked with more pride to face her next opponent.

The interruption caught her off guard as she looked to the skies with the rest of the crowd. Someone or Something was interfering in the tournament. Another bored Deity flaunting their powers over people. The memory witch was starting to get really tired of people like him. She listened however, it didn’t seem like anyone was going to make any kind of move to stop him.

The crowd suddenly disappeared but Naminé could still sense their hearts. The ground turned gray and there was nothing as far as the eye could see. The sky turned different shades of red. “Red?” She thought to herself. Something about the color made her mind reel. The color and her opponent had a connection. More than one link at a time hit her all at once. One was stronger than the rest. Naminé’s eyes darkened and flicked purple. “Vincent Valentine, please give me strength.” She said to herself. Her lost friend was her main link in this fight.

Upon the world around them so did Naminé’s outfit. She no longer wearing a simple dress and sandals as she looked at the man with the mask and the tight body suit. She now wear a white tank top that sagged a bit at the neck, white short shorts that also had a white cloth tied around her waist that made it look like and uneven hem skirt, and her sandals were replaced with white go go boots. Outfit changing the suit and fit into a world….probably something she inherited from Sora. It would appear that this wasteland was something that suited Naminé as well. She could relate to the emptiness.

Her opponent sunk into the ground much like a heartless. Naminé didn’t move. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. “Wait for it. Wait for it.” She waited for any kind of sound. In a wasteland like this, devoid of everything, even the slightest noise could be heard. So the young Nobody kept her breathing calm and quite. Finally, Bang! The sounds surrounded her but the loudest part was concentrated behind her. Naminé snapped her fingers at the sound of the gunshots and a Dark Corridor sprang to life behind her swallowing the bullets before closing again. She whipped around and looked up at her opponent high in the air. A beam of light formed in both hands. One beam turned into her Keyblade and the other turned into a light orb that she tossed in the air and struck with her blade. 10 Keyblade look-a-likes were summoned from the strike and moved to attack themselves to her back like wings. This allowed her to fly up, charging her opponent with her Keyblade in front of her face in preparation from any other on coming attack. “Typically an introduction and a good luck start a round for good sportsmanship….But have it your way.” She said calmly as she attempted to swing horizontally...not at the man….but at his guns in his hands to move them away.

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Actions:
1. Summon Corridor of Darkness to swallow bullets.
2. Swing horizontally at the guns in the man’s hands

Corridors of Darkness:
Naminé can summon a Corridor to Darkness with one hand, which leads her into the darkness of the heart of a world, allowing her to travel to the darkness in the hearts of other worlds connected to it. She can use this freely to open one Corridor of Darkness at a time outside battle, but if she is drawn into combat, it takes more concentration and power to use it to move about or escape.
[Cooldown during battle: One post.]

Keyblade Ride- Angels in Flight: 10 white Keyblades with black designs and a red orb in the middle of the handles attach themselves to Naminé’s back like a pair of wing giving her the ability to fly and attack from the air.
(Flight mode: Passive)

Naminé’s appearance: images.wikia.com/kingdomhearts/images/7/72/Dead_Fantasy_Namine_Ready.png

Naminé’s Keyblade:
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Good Luck!!!!!!!!!!
was given permission by Genesis to put him in the crowd for Namine

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Before the world was transformed into a world of grey and red by a strange golden creature on a throne. Before the loud blam! from Nero's guns pierced that mostly silent world and signalled the beginning of the fight. Before all the chaos started, Nero had taken note of his opponent's actions as he had studied her entrance with the roar of the crowd crashing in upon him like a untuned symphony grating his nerves. He had taken notice how she had scanned the crowds and after finding what she sought, she went from nervous and unsure to confident.

A bit curious as to what caused such a change in the child, the Sable's crimson eyes had shifted to follow the gaze of the blue eyed child. What he spotted first was woman in purple. She seemed to be some pillar of support to the girl before him, but she and that facct was insignificant to him. Nero could care less about the bonds formed between child and woman or in the case of fights owners and pets. These were trivial things to the Sable. What was not so trivial to Nero was what he saw when he too followed the woman's point to someone seated next to her.

Crimson eyes would narrow slightly as the Tsviet took in the crimson clad man with those strange blue eyes.

Genesis Rhapsodos...What are you doing here brother? And what is this child to you? Nero thought as his crimson eyes flickered back to the blonde girl who had seemingly gotten a confidence boost from seeing the pair in the crowd. There were many questions that flitted through the Sable's head now that another that was worth something to him had appeared. It was true that Genesis had not helped him and Weiss in the past, but regardless of this, Nero never did hold hate towards the other.

He was still family and that alone gained some enough respect from Nero to allow the other to do as he pleased. As long as the man did not turn his blade upon him or Weiss, Nero was quite fine with the other's choices....even the odd ones he had made. Hmm...perhaps if he could find Genesis after this tournament, he could learn some valuable information that could clear up a lot of confusion regarding the recent events and perhaps even find some clues as to where Weiss was. Maybe the other could even help him in his search. It wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

The thoughts floated through, the young man's head before he was pulled from them by the arrival of the golden creature on the throne that after much talking had cast himself and his opponent into the world of red and grey. Once he was "alone" with the girl, Nero had taken in his landscape and noted what could and could not be done here, but more importantly he had decided exactly what he wanted from this child.

The child seemed to be comfortable with Genesis and so that meant the pair had met and created some bond of trust, but what did a child possess that would interest a superb warrior such as his brother?

His eyes glanced over at her, taking note her outfit had changed, but not paying that any mind as instead he focused on the words the girl were speaking. She was mentioning a familiar name that automatically caused the calm expression on Nero's face to cloud over as some form of unidentified emotion flowed through him.

Vincent Valentine...what an odd person to ask for strength from. Then is she too connected to that creature of chaotic nature and deep darkness? Perhaps this is why, Genesis took interest in her. Hmmm...Time to find out more about this "child".

That was the thought Nero had as his expression became unreadable once more and he began to make his attack upon the girl. He wasn't quite sure how skilled the child was, but having nothing to mask all of the sounds made on the field, he tested her reflexes and locating abilities first as he made his quick attack.

The child had stayed where she was even as he fired his guns. In response to the sound of his weapons, the girl reacted by snapping her fingers and using a portal of darkness to swallow the round of bullets that were headed her way before dismissing it. On top of this, the child did not even turn to face him while doing this. She had simply listened and from sounds knew where to throw her portal to save herself. Impressive. So this child was indeed not helpless doll after all. Good.

Nero remained in the air, his darkness flowing about him creating a field of energy that was slowly lowering him to the ground. He could've continued to fire, but instead he had paused as he watched his opponent turn and look up at him with eyes devoid of emotion. Meeting the gaze evenly, he continued to drift downward slowly as he watched the girl first summon an odd weapon that looked like a large decorative key. What an odd weapon choice. It hardly looked useful at all, but then again some of the oddest things could become deadly in the right hands. Maybe this would be true for this child and the key she had.

After the child summoned the key, she summoned a ball of light that she threw in the air causing the Sable to tense slight as he thought for a second it may be an attack upon him; however, the tension quickly fade as he saw the child shatter the orb causing a flash of light that even from this height caused the Sable's eyes to narrow due to the slight pain the element caused to his dark attuned eyes and body.

Regardless of the discomfort, this did not stop Nero from seeing the "wings" the child had gained made also of the key like object that she wielded. Then pushing off the ground, she was coming at him with that strange blade in front of her to defend from any on coming attacks; however, the Sable did not pull his triggers as he continued to drift downward. He let the girl come in and listened to her words, but the man did not answer as he moved his guns to keep them leveled with his opponent as if he was trying re-aim his weapons and ignore all distractions, but once more he did not fire.

He saw the swing of the girl's strange key coming towards his guns and so did the one thing that would be help him in the end.

His arms folded at the elbows as he brought them close to his body and pointed the guns' barrels skyward. From here, Nero slid his arms together so they formed a wall that protected his face and upper chest as his body instinctively curled slightly in an attempt to protect more of itself from the blow to come.
With his guns out of the way, the girl's blades would not hit metal, but instead his arms as he used his darkness to move in to meet her rather than back away. He felt the bite of the weapon as it bit into the pale skin of his arms and drew blood and slight pain; however, Nero did not seem to mind as his wings unexpectedly folded foward, the blade metal slipping easily between the girl's strange wings before tilting outward to force the odd key wings into a lock with his own.

From there he would pulled her towards him increasing the pressure of her weapon against his arms in an attempt to keep her within the "cage" he had created with his wings and hers. With her caged, the girl would have few options to escape. She could teleport or find some other creative way to get out; however, either way she would still have to contend with the fact that the cage she was in was made out of sharp metal that would easily slice her should she not think carefully onto how to escape, however, Nero did not worry too much on her escaping as he instead spoke from behind his arms.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Namine. I was never taught to do such things in battles," the man said in soft almost sincere tones as a crimson eye watched her from the small crack between his arms making it hard to tell if his words were true or fake. In any case, the crimson eye continue to watch her for a second, the natural darkness of the Sable easily keeping the pair drifting down slowly, but then the eye would narrow slightly with a smile before things would began to move quickly.

As soon as Nero's eye narrowed with the smile, the girl that was hopefully still trapped within his cage would soon find the world being turned upside down suddenly before the world was becoming a blur and the pair was heading downward at an incredible speed.

Nero would calmly drop until he was only about 20 or so feet from within crashing into the ground. Using the enhanced speed and strength he had thanks to experimentation, his wings would fold downward and slide quickly from the girl's wings breaking the lock between them as he moved his legs upward so they were between him and the girl.

Shifting his body weight slightly, he would extend his legs and his boots would make contact with the girl's chest as they pressed downward upon the child. Using the pressure and the child's body as a booster, Nero would launch himself off and away from the girl sending her flying even quicker towards the ground below while he himself would sail back a bit before he performed a flip and landed on the ground in a crouch. Dust and rock flew up from the impact of his landing, but Nero was unphased as his wings spread out to balance him until his body came to a full stop. Once still, he would slowly stand again dropping his bleeding arms and guns to his side as his eyes looked in the direction the girl should've landed.

If the girl did nothing and took all of the assault, then she would be quite hurt if not broken from all that; however, if she was indeed a subject of Genesis's interest and in someway connected to Vincent then perhaps this little doll would be able to stand once again after all....
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Action Box: 3/3 moves used.

1. Nero guards against Namine's attack while moving forward slightly to take the blow from the horizontal swing on his arms as he moves his guns out of harm's way. Thanks to this, he takes minor damage.

2. Nero counters by first locking Namine's wings with his own and then turning upside down before he cease using his darkness to send them rocketing towards the ground using their weight and gravity to do all the work for him; however, thanks to the lock that pulls her closer to him, he takes more damage from her blade biting into his arms.

3. Lastly, as they approach the ground, Nero uses Namine's body as a launch pad to push himself upward and away from her before landing on the ground. As a result of being used as a launch pad, Namine should be going towards the ground at double the original speed, meaning when she hits the ground she will take heavy damage thanks to the impact and the force of the throw.

Note: Keep in mind these are all attempts. Damage will be determined by the opponent's abilites to get out such situations and negate damage done upon her.

Cooldowns:

Teleport: 1 post

Passive Abilities that is always on:

Absolute Darkness


Other Notes: Good luck to you to Namine! =)

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Well Naminé seemed to have Nero’s attention now. One of the other links she had to him was Genesis but that wasn’t based on a fighting link that she needed. It didn’t hurt to know his personality a little though. Maybe he too spotted the crimson warrior in the crowd when she waved.

Her keyblade had missed its true target because of Nero’s actions. Instead of knocking the guns away her blade’s teeth cut into his skin. Naminé was about to try to back away but found that her wings were entangled in his. She was now trapped in a cage of metal. “A cage, how fitting.” She said more to herself then to him. It seemed most of Naminé’s existence had been spent in a cage. The little white bird locked up and forced to do deeds, be mocked, and smacked around until she out lived her usefulness and is disposed of.

He pulled her in causing her to hurt him further and long with the teeth of her blade still cutting into his arms. “No.” She said a bit concerned. She didn’t want to cut into him this long. That wasn’t who she was. She, herself, had no reason to hurt him like this. All her attacks have always been quick. She didn’t like watching people suffer for long periods of time.

When he spoke to her he was gentle about this made not being able to pull her blade away from him even more down hearting. So she did something she never did before during any fight to stop herself from cutting into him further; she dismissed her keyblade. The force of being pushed into him and the dismissal caused the young girl to lunge into the man’s torso. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist since she really didn’t have much of a choice when she was this close up to him and just in case he had a magic attack plan. They would both get hit this way. If she was going down, he was going to come with her.

“It is okay.” She smiled up at him. There was no sarcasm or hate in her voice. Despite Vincent having ill will towards Nero; Naminé didn’t. What happened in their past had no effect on her. She believed what he had said about not being taught to do such things before battle. “Now you know and can remember next time. Good Luck, Mr.Nero.” She nodded.

His eyes narrowed and Naminé knew it was time to pay attention. She found herself being flown head first at a fast rate towards the ground. She stretched her neck to see how close she was. “ There is no way he would fly him into the ground. He must have away to separate us. ” She thought to herself. Just then she felt his body shift and his wings part from her’s. She clung tighter to his waist. His legs still managed to wedge between their bodies and kick off her. “Gah!” She huffed out as she was parted from him and her decent to the ground increased. However, her wings were now free. Instead of spreading outward to slow or stop her fall, since there wasn’t much time, They stretched to meet the ground placing the points over her head making her appear to be much longer then she was. The tips of the blades impacted to the ground first. They dug into the earth and sent Naminé pole vaulting over top of them allowing her land on her feet.

After landing the blades detached from her back and with one motion Naminé spun around to her left and her right arm swooped up in an arc as she turned to face Nero once again. “Chain of Memory.” She said as her blades rose from the sticking in the ground. Naminé threw her arm forward like she is cracking a whip. All 10 blades went flying behind on another like a snake slithering in the air. They hone in on the Target and attempted to hit Nero one after the other until the chain is complete sending him skyward for each hit, before finding their way back to Naminé’s back. (please see dice roll to determine how many hit….if any).

Something told her she should keep on the move in this fight. A familiar voice from her memory link was telling her not to stand still…Vincent didn’t stand still when fighting Nero….So she too had to keep moving forward. Naminé didn’t even wait for her wings to return from their attack. She started to run around where Nero was. She circled him and kept circling as fast as her legs would carry her to make her a harder target to hit. Her Keyblade beamed back to her hand as she pointed at Nero. “Fire!” She yelled out as she aimed for him while still running.

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Action:
1. Wings break fall by digging into ground to send Naminé pole vaulting over them and back on her feet.
2. Chain of Memory attack.
3. Fire spell attack.

Dice Roll For Chain of Memory- I will roll the dice to see how many blades hit. Evens Hit, taking the last digit of the number and that is how many blades hit, Example: Rolls 16 so 6 blades hit or rolls 2 only two blades hit the same goes for 12 only 2 blades hit. 0 is all 10 blades hit. Odds are misses.

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Cooldowns:
Corridor of Darkness: 1/1 (sorry forgot to put this last post. Can be used again next post.)
Chain of Memory: 0/4
Fire: 0/1

SPOILER: Click to show

{Ablities Description}
Chain of Memory: Naminé troughs one of her arms forward like she is cracking a whip. All 10 blades detach from her back each flying behind on another like a snake slithering in the air. They hone in on the Target and hit it one after the other until the chain is complete sending the target skyward for each hit. (All the blades don’t have to hit), then the return to Naminé’s back. (If done in the air Naminé is in free fall till the blades return. Attack can be done on the ground as well but she cannot fly during this point until the wings return.)

I will roll the dice to see how many blades hit. Evens Hit, taking the last digit of the number and that is how many blades hit, Example: Rolls 16 so 6 blades hit or rolls 2 only two blades hit the same goes for 12 only 2 blades hit. 0 is all 10 blades hit. Odds are misses.

Fire:
A Fire ball bursts from the tip of Keyblade at the target.

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This was an odd battle for Nero. While the Sable typically cared not for those that were sent against him, his curiosity in the strange key wielding blonde had started with the various connections she had to both foe and acquaintances. He could not figure out how this child had encountered Genesis or Valentine. He could not figure out the bonds made between them either. All he could draw upon was what he saw from the brief moment of observation and words the girl spoke before and during battle. He could tell she was indeed connected deeply with the pair of men that he hated and found intriguing all at one.

Both men were superb warriors and had proven worthy of some respect from the Sable despite the…misunderstandings and disagreements they may have had with one another that caused them to butt heads or simply watch each other with caution. It was one thing to play such a game between the familiar and family, but to drag an outsider into their chaos and danger? Now that was a small curve ball the Sable was not expecting.

Nero did not see either man in red as fools, so what was it about this child that had caused them connect to her? What made Genesis and her…what was the word? Friends perhaps? Or maybe allies? The Tsviet wasn’t sure of the right word and for the moment did not care as he instead focused on the one thing he could gain from this encounter: her skill level and perhaps a hint of what sort of person hid behind those calm eyes.

So with that task in mind the battle had begun.

Guns were fired and blades were swung before there was pause in all the action as Nero caught the child in his cage when he entangled her wings with his own. Once she had been caught, the Sable had heard the soft words she had muttered, almost in a bitter fashion. In response, his eyebrows rose slightly and his lips parted from behind the mask that hid a lot of his features.

“Do cages offend you too?” he asked his tone remained soft and gentle as usual as he moved the girl closer to himself causing the teeth of the key like weapon he had blocked with his arms when she struck out at the guns to bite deeper into his arms.

Nero felt the pain, but never showed a response to it as he watched the child from the small crack between his arms. As he watched her plotting his next move, he had heard the single word she had spoken when she took note that her weapon was still harming him. As she spoke the words, the Sable picked up on the concern in her voice. The tone caused the Sable to frown slightly behind his mask. Was she really concerned for his well being?

The Sable doubted it. No one, but his brother cared for his well being. Everyone else simply wanted to use him or saw him as monster. This girl was no different.

Or is she?

The questioning thought that challenged his own logic came shortly after he made his apology to the child without any malice or sarcasm intended as he stated a simple truth about how he was trained. He was trained to attack and destroy. No formalities, idle talk, or luck was needed. Just skill and quickness.

He didn’t think the apology would impact the girl, but somehow it seemed like it had for that concern he had sensed earlier seemed to intensify around the girl as she surprisingly dismissed the strange key she was using as a weapon, ceasing the pain in his arms and in turn knocked Nero off guard slightly with her action.

While his face remained blank, the simple act of her disarming herself in order not harm him anymore took the Sable by surprise. Never had he had an enemy show concern for him and in turn dismiss a weapon simply because they did not wish to harm any longer. The action was so strange, he didn’t quite know how to react to it and in turn, his guard weakened slightly allowing the girl’s body as she fell forward with the sudden lack of resistance to easily break his guard and end up leaning against him.

On instinct, Nero’s body tensed as his natural darkness threaten to drop them and attack the intruder of his space rather than give the pair a gentle tug towards the ground below. Touch...he didn't do to well with touch most of the time since anyone outside of one person always used an action to harm him. Even if the child was not harming him, his discomfort with the situation was not hidden as he fought to recompose himself and not drop them both to the ground; however before things could get better, they became slightly worse. The threat of his darkness attacking the child only grew more real as the child wrapped her arms around him and then locked him in an embrace that was designed to make it hard for him to do anything to her without harming himself. The lock and recognizing it gave him the platform he needed to steady himself once more.

Clever child, Nero thought as his mind recovered from the earlier actions she had done to disarm him so. While he wasn’t sure if the whole thing was planned out or not, what he did know as his crimson eyes looked down at the child that held onto him was that he could not underestimate that innocent looking face of her any longer. She was indeed more than she seemed and in turn deserved more attention than the other drones he had fought in the past.

So as the child spoke and looked up at him with that smile, the Sable regained enough composure to keep his darkness from attacking and instead got it to continue to lower them downward as he meet those blue orbs with an even gaze as he took in her words and judged for himself if they were lie or not.

She was…truly sincere. The earlier actions and now this was proof enough of that, so perhaps she did care more than he had assumed. The thought crossed Nero’s mind briefly as the coldness he was watching her with vanished slightly and his body relaxed under her grip.

“I’ll try to remember the lesson that has been taught here. Good luck..Namine,” the words came out just as gently and soft as before as his eyes narrowed with a smile; however, shortly after that one brief moment that hinted that maybe there was something still human underneath the being that was Nero, the gentleness fade as his mind shifted back to business and he unleashed his next move.

He flipped them upside down and moved them head first towards the ground at a rapid pace. He felt the girl move against him before her arms were tightening around him. She was trying to keep them bound to the same fate; however, Nero had a plan to attempt to get her off and thankfully as he got his legs between them and the Sable was able to kick her off as he used her body as a spring board.

He hit the ground and came to a rest before getting to his feet, his body and attack position remaining neutral as he watched to see if the girl could recover or not. While he would feel no remorse if the child got injured, it would be very disappointing to see something so kind go down so easily…especially when said thing was associated with his enemy and Genesis.

So he watched her calmly and found himself smirking a bit as those odd wings on the child stretch to meet the ground rather than make any move to attempt to slow or halt the fall. Smart. Very smart.

And look she even had some acrobatic skills to boot! With ease she went over the wings and then with a thud and rising of grey earth, she had landed on her feet. The display was truly impressive; however, as impressive as the technique was, the girl was now countering as those strange keys detached themselves from the child’s back. She was moving her right arm in arc as she turned, faced him and said something about memory before those blades were pulling themlves from the ground and then snapping in line followed the girl's arm movement before coming at the Sable in a quick fashion.

Bending at the knees, Nero began to hopped back causing the first four keys to strike the earth before him one after another. The fifth key forced him to move slightly to the left to avoid being hit by it. Still, the quick moving key was close enough to cause a tear in his clothing near the upper chest. The sixth wasn’t so easy to avoid as the key managed to adapt itself to his slight movement and in turn was able to strike him in the stomach, the force enough to push the Tsviet off balance and lift him a bit off the ground as he became winded from the blow. The seventh, eight, and ninth one that came quickly behind that key were able to strike him in the chest and the shoulders as they came in for their strikes. Each blow brought new pain to the Sable as he was lifted a bit more into the air by the keys, but even so he was able to push down his pain enough to focus on the last incoming item. While the key moved quickly, the Sable swung his left wing forward and downward, the move forcing his aching body sideways as he swatted at the key as hard his could. There was an harsh impact against his wing followed by a grating clang as the moving piece of metal was forced away from him and into the ground.

Not using his darkness to slow his descent this time, the Sable came back to the ground quite quickly thanks to gravity and his weight. As he fell his eyes scanned the ground below for the girl, who he briefly spotted before a flash of red was coming his way at a quick pace. Recognizing the familiar glow of the fire spell, Nero tried to block the spell, but the spell was too fast and soon it whacked right into his chest with painful heat. While the spell was indeed weak, the previous damage done to him by the blades made it easy for the weak spell to knock him out of the air and send him craning out of control towards the ground.

With a lot of clattering and thudding Nero hit the hard earth and began to roll along the rough surface with the momentum gained from his fall. It took a while, but eventually the body slid to a halt face down some feet away from Namine.

Between the downed body and Namine were Nero’s guns that he had somehow dropped without noticing at some point during the assualt. While the dust and loose debris settled the battlefield became quiet as a chilled wind blew across the area. For several seconds, Nero was still and seemingly KOed. His body remained limp and his wings rest in a relax position to either side of him; however, to claim victory at this point in the game would indeed be dangerous. For you see, just as one would be becoming comfortable in the victory, the two guns that rested on the ground would unexpectedly be wrapped up in darkness that lifted them from the ground before they were floating through the air and attempting to level with the child that move everywhere upon the field.

The guns would take turns firing at the child as they weaved this and that way to try and get a better aim on her. The only time the guns would seem to stop was when the clips within them were empty, but just as quickly as the clips emptied so did the darkness refill them and the firing would resume. As the guns tried to hit the child, a new problem came from the sky.

A large dark tear would appear in the red sky above, the soft sucking noise the tear made the only other disturbance on the field outside of wind. From this tear, medium size metal crates would begin to drop from the sky in an attempt to fall close to Namine below. Much like the bullets these crates came at a constant rate as they too tried to guess where the target would be next. Once four of these heavy crates were released, the tear would close.

Whether or not any of the now scattered crates had hit the child, Nero who had been still the whole time would eventually twitch as his wings bent slightly before they were pressing into the ground to help the Sable push himself into a sitting position. Still hurting from the previous attack, Nero would fold forward slightly as his arms wrapped around his body as it shook slightly from the damage it had taken as a wave of pain hit him. Keeping his eyes closed with his head bowed and his face scrunched into a wince, Nero would let the wave pass before he careful sat upright once more and leaned back on his knees to stretch out some of the pain. He didn’t lean back too far as his crimson eyes while partially closed watched the field carefully to see how the child had fared and adapted to the more focused bullets and even the crates that had fallen and were now interestingly placed upon the field giving the space an added element it did not have before….
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Action Box: 3/3 moves used.

1. Nero attempts to dodge the Chain of Memory attack. The first four miss due to him hopping back, the fifth barely misses and tears into his clothing. Six, seven, eight, and nine all strike home doing damage to the Sable and sending pain through him. He smacks the tenth one away and into the ground with his left wing avowing further damage. In pain, he does not concentrate on his darkness so he falls towards the ground where he cannot avoid the Fire spell. He takes light fire damage to chest and thanks to the hit he is knocked out of the air and hits the ground taking even more damage from the tumble. When Nero comes to a rest upon the ground he is face down and appears to be KOed. Nero has suffered moderate damage; however….


2. Using his natural darkness, Nero picks up the guns he dropped when he was hit by Namine’s attacks and using the darkness as an extension of himself, the guns move about the field in an attempt to level and aim at Namine who is moving. The guns are firing one bullet at time at Namine, each gun alternating (one fires the other one halts, the other fires the first one halts, rinse and repeat) as they attempt to hit the girl. This round ten bullets are fired (5 from each gun), but in slow and more focused sessions as thanks to trying to hit Namine fully.

3. Lastly, while the guns are firing, Nero uses Object Summoning to summon four medium sized boxes weighing about 100 LBS each to come down upon Namine. The intent really isn’t so much to crush the girl, but rather it is a move to halt all her moving about to make it easier for her to target. The crates falling in away to attempt to stop Namine by either forcing her to slid to a halt or fall in a position where she could potentially run directly into the metal crate herself with enough force to stop her own self from the error. If any of them hit her they will do heavy damage thanks to weight and falling from a high height.


Note: Keep in mind these are all attempts. Damage will be determined by the opponent's abilities to get out such situations and negate damage done upon her. Also the boxes are now part of the battlefield as they will not disappear unless destroyed or swallowed up. This adds a new element to the flat field that can be used by either side if one wanted to use them.


Cooldowns:

Object Summon: 2 posts.
Teleport: Ready to use.


Passive Abilities that is always on:

Absolute Darkness

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When Nero came crashing down Naminé halted her running at the sound and turn towards the fallen man. She was in shock. Never before had some many of her powers hit a person at once. The fact that he wasn’t getting up was worrisome. She had only entered the tournaments to hone her skills, learn about anything and everything, find out what she was capable of, how much she could take, and what she needed to work on to survive against a universe that want to cease her existence once more. That was all. She wasn’t looking to end someone and as far as she knew….that was impossible in these games anyway. She feared that her opponent was really hurt.

Naminé cautiously started to walk towards Nero. Her wings had returned to her by now, even the one that had to struggle a bit to un-wedge itself from the ground. “M-Mister Nero?” She spoke as she eased closer. If he was really hurt they would have stopped the match….right? “Are you okay?” She asked with concern in her voice.

She was so focused on him that she didn’t notice the guns rising from the ground on their own. A bullet wised passed her head and nicked ear. She cried out and covered her ear with her free hand. Her head wiped around to see the guns and another bullet coming at her. She turned tail and began to run again. She had a feeling that Nero was obviously fine. Both Relief and frustration washed over the Nobody that was said to have no emotions; Relief from not having down any serious and permanent damage to the man; Frustration that she was running from guns that were firing at her. She would note to herself that she would have to find some way better to fend off someone using fire arms. It was easy for Vincent to go against this man because he to used guns and knew his way around them….Naminé……not so much.

The Memory Witch ran as fast as she could to try to avoid the bullets. A suction sound came from the sky. Naminé didn’t dare look up to see what the source was. She was too afraid that if she did she would slow down enough for the bullets to hit her. That would be a huge mistake on her part. Even though she was running and zigzagging to confuse the guns shots, she was doing so absentmindedly. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything but the sounds of the gun and the bullets that fly passed her or hit the ground where she once was a split second ago. One of the Crates fell right in front of her…and…she tripped right in to it. That was one way to stop her from running around. “Ouch!” she yelled falling on top of the metal crate. It was a bit comical the way it happened. It was much like watching a cartoon character tripping on a banana peel or running head first into a wall that appeared out of nowhere.

She lingered there for a moment until a bullet hit her in the back of her knee. A less comical scream came from her then. She cringed as the pain caused her to roll off the top of the crate and back on the ground. The guns seemed to be still firing and Naminé had to get out of the way. She started to drag herself behind the crate when another bullet rebounded off her Keyblade wings and blasted passed her cheek leaving a cut in its wake. She winced and the adrenalin made her drag herself faster behind the box. She curled up behind it to avoid the rest of the ballets and her wings folded behind her and her keyblade was laid next to her. Good thing she was small. She shook with as she looked down at her injured leg. She knew she had to stop the bleeding and she had to move fast because another strike wasn’t that far away.. She tour two long pieces off the scarf around her waist and tied it one around her leg just above injury to stop the bullet that was in there from moving around too much. The other piece of cloth was tied tightly around the injury to stop the bleeding further. She moved as quick as she could. She was going to finish this fight…she just had to figure out away to take the lead. Her wings hit the crate she was hiding behind. She looked at it.

Naminé crawled out from behind the crate and her wings picked her up off the floor. She flew inches from the ground as she couldn’t stand on both legs and hoping around wasn’t going to help her. She looked for Nero once again. She took her blade in her hand and with a shaken from pain voice she pointed at the box that she hide from the guns. “Beep Freeze!”

Large Ice-sickles burst from the tip of Keyblade and slammed full force into the metal box as she used her Blizzard Spell. Naminé hoped that it would be enough to send the heavy crate sliding and crashing into the Sable.

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Actions:
1. Running make her a hard target to avoid bullets.
2. Using the metal box to hide from bullets and take care of injuries.
3. Using Blizzard Spell on the metal crate to send it crashing into Nero.


Cooldowns:
Chain of Memory: 1/4
Fire: 1/1 (May be used next post)
Blizard: 0/1

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When Nero had fallen from the sky and had his painful meeting with the ground, there was some sound that escaped his body involuntarily as the bite of the hard earth and the loose gravel smacked into his body as he rolled across the hard surface before coming to a stop face first upon the earth. He stayed still not so much out of pain, but rather because the blow had stunned him a bit, but had it been enough to defeat the Sable? No. This was not enough to defeat him.

Still, even as he heard the girl's footsteps slow and begin to approach him, even as he heard her voice call out to him and ask if he was okay, the dark wielding Tsviet did not respond to the words.

Half of the reason for this was that he was still recovering from his impact with the ground and the pain that he was beginning to feel even more now that his body was at a rest. The other half of the reason had to deal with the fact that he had no clue how to react to such a question. No one... had ever asked him such a question before outside of his brother. No else had cared. As long as results came in and were positive, it did not matter to others how shredded or broken he became. He was a tool after all to those fools, so why...? Why did this one care when she did not even know him? Was it perhaps this odd nature that drew Genesis to her? And what of his enemy Valentine? What drew him to the child?

Nero couldn't figure it out...and quite frankly now wasn't the time to try and figure out puzzle now was it?

Inwardly, Nero shook his mind out of its wandering that was caused by the perplex creature that was his opponent. If time and chance allowed it, he would perhaps find her outside of the battlefield and maybe from there figure out what it was that made her connect so well to foe and brother alike. He wasn't sure how well his older brother would approve of such an action, but for once he didn't care if he got scolded for getting distracted. He wanted to figure out the child, but for now that game would have to wait. He had a fight to continue.

Clearing his mind of the distraction and trying to disconnect himself from the child as much as possible, the Sable used his natural darkness to pick up the guns and start the sessions of focused firing upon the child. He counted off the bullets listening to a cry from the girl as one bullet made its mark. Then he heard her running...away from him? Yes, away from the guns to be more accurate.

He could hear bullets slamming into the ground as the girl continued to run, but still did not move as he focused instead on bringing a new element to the field: the heavy metal crates. From the black portal the crates dropped to the earth below attempting to stop the child from running. Considering he was only using sound to predict where the child was going, the Sable was not too sure if the crates would work or not; however, as he managed to sit up, he did look up just in time to see the child trip into a crate?

Pausing slightly raised on his elbows Nero frowned lightly behind his mask as his still clearing mind processed that event again. Yes...she had tripped somehow or another into the crate. It didn't make sense, since the rocks of the earth were pretty well melded together, but then again maybe there was a dip or something she got caught on to cause such an error on the girl's part. Either that or she was not paying attention at all. Hoping it was the former rather than the latter, Nero pushed his aching body into a sitting position and began to stretch out some of the pain flowing through him.

He only paused when he heard the child scream out in true pain. Refocusing more quickly than he intended to on the child, he saw that one of his bullets had actually struck the child right behind one of her knees. The color red signifying the solid hit.

On a normal occasion Nero would've felt nothing towards a strike upon an enemy. He would simply see it as a well place lick upon his enemy and nothing more; however...with this child, he felt something odd. A slight twist of emotion that made the victory a bit uncomfortable to him. Perhaps it was a bit of guilt or maybe he was still feeling off due the collision with the ground. He wasn't quite sure as he watched the girl hide behind the crate.

The remaining bullets that were fired hit the metal of the crate before they became quiet as they hovered around the other side of the box and then just like that they were sinking into the darkness before reappearing before their owner who casually reached out and grabbed them from the air, the weight of the weapons comforting as they grounded him back in the present and knocked any confusion from before away.

Yes. He could finish this. He would just have to do it quickl--

Nero's thoughts shutdown as he saw the girl move slightly into the air using her wings to keep herself afloat. He heard some words being said and saw the icy spell that was unleashed at the crate that the girl was behind rather than himself. He saw it all and knew what was coming next.

Shifting quickly in his spot, Nero managed to get himself into a kneeling position before he was quickly pushing himself to the right and at slight angle to force himself to tumble out of the range of the crate that was coming at him. As he tumbled the crate missed the tips of his wings by inches as he continued to move until finally he came to a halt against cool metal. Being still for only a second, he heard the crate continue rushing on its path rather loudly as it tore up the earth with its weight and the force of the spell that had left icy marks upon the crate; however, instead of waiting for the crate to slow down or cease the noise it was creating, the Sable who was leaning against the his current cover opened a tear underneath himself and fell in.

He hoped the sliding crate was making enough noise to mask the first tear, so the child would not know what he was doing; however, whether or not she heard the tear over the noise of the metal box, it was not like she could possibly stop what was about to happen next.

No. No one could really stop the next attack. One could only pray their dodging skills were superb or they had a shield that could last against the assault to come. Sure there was a slim chance for the quick to be able to stop the attack if they could grab him quick enough, but even this possibility did not seem likely to the Sable as he sunk into the ground. A second after sinking into the earth, he would appear directly above Namine, his body sliding half way out of a dark tear as he leveled one gun at his opponent and unleashed a single shot before he was vanishing again. A second later, the Sable would appear from the child's left as he leveled both guns with the girl and pulled the trigger unleashing two bullets. Again, the Sable would vanish and reappear from the child's right and once more repeated the double shot before vanishing again. For the last shot Nero would appear from behind the child and fire another bullet as he pulled himself out of the darkness ending his quick moving assault. With lowering one gun to his side, his left one would point skyward as the Sable turned the side slightly in a very loose defensive position as his crimson eyes watched everything to see if the quick bullets smacked into the child or if she had a trick up her sleeve that helped her escape from the bullets she was trapped between...
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Action Box:

1. Using his Darkness Nero pulls his guns back to himself and reclaims his weapons.

2. He sees Namine use the crate against him and dodges. His tumble places him out of harm's way and hides him behind a crate.

3. Nero attempts to use the sliding crate's sound caused by it sliding across the ground to mask the first tear that begins Rapid Fire. With Rapid Fire in play, Nero attacks from the following positions: 1. Directly above Namine (1 bullet is fired); 2. From Namine's left side (2 bullets are fired); 3. From Namine's right side (2 bullets are fired); 4. From behind Namine (1 bullet is fired). As he fires the last bullet, he steps out of the darkness thus ending Rapid Fire.

Note: Keep in mind these are all attempts. Damage will be determined by the opponent's abilities to get out such situations and negate damage done upon her. Also, Nero's rapid fire can be interrupted if Namine can grab him and pull him out of the darkness before he sinks back in. Shall adapt post if something like this occurs.

Cooldowns:

Rapid Fire: 4 post cooldown.
Object Summon: 1 posts.

Passive Abilities that is always on:

Absolute Darkness

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