Training: Chris versus Bel, Bel is starting to get peeved...

[Seenter]

Chris immedietly jumped back when the man called forth multiple swords. This was definitely something that he wasn't expecting, though he figured the sword on the man's back wasn't just for show. He watched as the man placed three of the blades within the folds of the scarf, and then began to throw several of the swords in different directions in the room. Chris had no idea what the guy was doing, but made a mental note of the landing places of the swords.

Now the guy was running at Chris with two of the blades drawn moving a bit faster than Chris thought. Well there's the other theory. He quickly stepped back with his right foot and held his sword ready. When it looked like the guy was about ready to strike, Chris separated his hands. "Version 2, Blades of Lightning!" Now the longsword separated into two short swords, connected by a chain of lightning that attached to the bottom of the handles.

The blades sparked with electricity as Chris met the attack head on, blocking blade with blade as he firmly held his ground. He looked at the young man with a slight grin on his face. "Still think I'm unflexible with my plans?" He then proceeded to push the guy as hard as he can, hoping to throw him away and give Chris a bit more breathing room. The guy was fast, but Chris just hoped he wasn't strong as well.

[smartasdan]

The push sent Bel flying backwards, going twice the distance Chris would have expected. Bel was taken by surprise, not having expected this. He climbed back onto his feet, then drew the last sword. Well, he sort of threw it into the air and had the sash grab it. he crouched low, and the stance reminded anyone who saw it of a scorpion, its tail poised to strike.

"Now." This was the only warning Chris received as the blade held by the sash came thrusting towards his body. Meanwhile, Bel was running towards him again, making sure Chris was firmly distracted by the 3rd dancing blade the sash swung. As he approached, he picked up 2 swords and sheathed them in their scabbards; he would need them later.

[Seenter]

Chris was really surprised at how far Bel flew, apparently lacking the body strength to deal with a power struggle. The guy relied heavily on his speed to win a battle, not taking into account strength in a fight. Chris lowered his stance a bit as Bel tossed a sword into the air, only to have the sash grab it and hold it like a stinger. Chris didn't know what to expect, however he knew his magic was draining from the increased power in his weapon. He severed the magic flow just enough to turn it back into its' normal sword form.

That was about the time the stinger began its' attack, and Chris brought up his sword to parry. It was sort of like having a scorpion sting you, however the attacks were a bit more fluid like. It was almost like a combination of a snakes' flexible body and a scorpions' downward strike, forcing Chris to keep his attention on the movement. It was about the second strike that Chris noticed Bel closing in fast, now only a few feet away from Chris and almost within striking distance.

[smartasdan]

Then Bel did something weird. He struck downward with the two swords right where it was being parried. obviously, this was part of some larger plan.

As Bel held the parry, his scarf swung in a large loop behind him, picking up 13 more swords. it held them each in a separate fold of fabric, and it almost looked like the ribbons lied to the flier of a kite. Except with lethal pointy edges.

The sash now swung at a high speed towards Chris' left flank, all sword pointed towards him. In other words, a wall of blades. And then Bel jumped away, leaving Chris alone to face the incoming blades.

[Seenter]

Chris jumped back as the man implanted two of the swords, unsure of what he was planning. He didn't know if the man was just leaving them for later, or if they were a part of a bigger plan. Though he did get the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye, as the man gathered several more blades into the sash. Chris was beginning to think this guy wasn't human, having such a deadly ARM at his disposal. However he didn't have time to think about it, as the wall of sharp objects were coming at him from the left.

"Version 2, Blades of Lightning." Again the sword split into two, and just in time. Chris brought the first down at the front of the incoming blades, then used the second to parry the ones coming at the end of the sash. He had the feeling that if he didn't, the sash would bend the swords around until it caught him like a snake. This way he kept the movement limited to one direction, allowing him to jump up to avoid the rest of the blades. He landed just behind the safe side of the sash, letting out a sigh of relief. "Impressive."

[smartasdan]

The sash wrapped backwards around Chirs, the swords pointed away from him. The sash undergoes a whiplike motion, then sends Chris flying across the room into one of the high up corners. Bel desperately hopes this will end it, as he doesn't wan to use more arms than he can comfortably manage.

[Seenter]

Chris collided into one of the upper corners of the room, momentarily dazed at the impact. His eyes quickly focused as soon as his body began to fall forward, realizing just where he had been thrown. In a panic he threw one of his swords into a nearby beam, imbedding it into the wood. He began his fall to the ground, and just before he hit he tugged with the remaining sword to pull the first back. It was enough to halt his decent and bring his body back into an upright position. He let out a sigh of relief, as he severed most of the flow of magic and returned the ARM into its' normal long sword form. "That was too close."

Chris turned his attention back to the one who threw him, a serious look on his face. This guy was being a real pain in his butt, but Chris wasn’t going to back down just yet. He could feel his magical energy being drained, even with a simple calling of his ARM in its’ normal form. So he did the only thing he knew how to keep it from draining completely. He ran. But he didn’t run away, he began to run in a circle around Bel while keeping a close eye on the ARM that he activated. Though he didn’t know anything about the ARM itself, he has seen the abilities it’s capable of. And with that information Chris began to plan a strategy around it.

With his magic energy now increasing again, Chris had enough power to put his plan into action with some extra wiggle room. He held his sword ready, focusing on Bel as he continued to circle. ”Version 1, Blade of Fire!” With the flames gathering in his blade, Chris began to swing the sword to force them to the tip. Then with a quick push of his energy, Chris fired the fireball at Bel. He actually aimed for Bel this time, instead of aiming for where Bel would move. He had a good feeling that the young man would use his ARM to block the attack, and thus temporarily be blinded to Chris’s actions. Chris then a few more fireballs in Bel’s direction as good measure then began to gather his energy in his body. This last move would be the finisher, if Bel acted accordingly….

[smartasdan]

"Time to get serious, I guess..." Bel sighed as the fireball approached him.

""grazie per l'arma, signora della morte. Version 2: Beautiful Scarf" Suddenly, the scarf around his waist wraps around his middle, over his shoulders, then around his arms and past that. It now comes of off both arms, and the ends are shaped like claws. Bel is still held in the air with one hand/claw, but then holds the other claw in front of him. In a flash it smothers the flame with itself. Bel gently lowers himself to the ground.

He looks up with an evil glint in his eye.

"My turn. Bello Morte, Version 2." All of a sudden, the blades around Chris lift up into the air until they are at random heights. There is now a constant hum in the room. The two "claws" grab the hilts of the swords and wrap the hilts right behind the claws, blade facing out and front. One of the claws quickly slashes the ground with it's tassel talons. The stones in the floor are left with deep gash marks.

"Time to end this." Bel jumps into the air, then suddenly disappears. ALMOST before Chris can react, a claw comes swiping downwards from behind. THen Bel is on the sword hilt directly in front of Chris.

"The game is over. Surrender."

[Seenter]

Chris watched as the scarf split in two, creating two arms of the odd material. That changed quite a few things, and slowly began to limit his options. While Bel reacted the way Chris predicted, he did it in a way that Chris couldn’t imagine. This guy had a few tricks still up his sleeve, though it was still within Chris’s estimations. Unfortunately to win now, Chris had to use that. His eyes glanced down at the bracelet wrapped around his wrist, the silver moon glistening in the light. He never wanted to use this ARM if he could ever help it. Mainly because he didn’t know what kind of power he’d unleash if he did.

But it didn’t look like he had much of a choice, as Bel was gathering swords and creating a large claw in both pieces of the scarf. One of the claws dug deep into the ground, then Bel disappeared suddenly. ”Crescent Board.” The words were barely out of his mouth, when Bel suddenly reappeared and dug the claw deep on top of Chris. Stone and dust flew from the site, creating a definite shake of the ground as the claw finally struck ground. A large cloud lifted slowly from the area, blocking all sight within 5ft.

Very slowly the dust began to settle, and the area began to clear. As it began to settle, a slight figure can be seen through the dust. As more dust cleared it became more apparent. Chris was standing there with less than a few new scratches from the attack, despite the impact of the claws. As more of the cloud cleared something seemed to be a bit off. Chris was floating, on a strange silver board with a gold plating on top. He was just floating there right next to the claw that was imbedded in the ground.

*Start Flash Back*
The bracelet on Chris’s arm glowed as he called on the ARM, just as the claw was making its’ decent. The ARM gathered at Chris’s feet, effectively tripping him as the claw was inches from his body. He lost his balance and fell with the claw mere inches from his face, the board pulling his feet and body from under the claw. Just before impact Chris put in a burst of magic into the board out of desperation. That sped up the process just enough to bring Chris out from under the claw, pretty much saving his life in the process.
*End Flash Back*

Chris stayed standing on the board looking at Bel, a serious look on his face. ”You were ready to kill me! I thought this was just a friendly match, but now.” He jumped off the board, which just hovered nearby. He fixed a determined gaze at Bel, the same serious expression. ”Now It’s personal.” He held his right arm out. ”Version 1, Celestial Slice.” The board glowed and flew to Chris’s arm, attaching and changing into a flat board with razor edges. He then held his left hand out, where his previous ARM turned back into a ring. ”Weapon ARM: Element Ring.” The sword returned, and Chris held the two ARM like he was holding a sword and shield. ”Now I’m serious.”

He pushed a button with his thumb and detached the board from his arm. It just hovered right next to Chris, as if waiting for instruction. With a wave of his right hand, the board began flying towards Bel. ”Blade of Fire!” With the sword Chris sent a fireball coming at Bel from the other side. Bel would be hard pressed to defend against both attacks, even if he now had two extra arms. However Chris wasn’t going to take that chance, as he rushed forward to try and strike Bel in the middle while he was distracted by the two other attacks.

[smartasdan]

Bel smiled slightly. "You have so much talent, but leave me so many options." Bel pushed his hands down and jumped. The claws hit the ground and the scarf extended, propelling Bel into the shadowy belfry. The two claws follow him up, and then suddenly Bel comes down, twirling in a circle, the two sash claws flying around him in a circle, creating a shield/cutting sphere. Then, the two scarves twisted around each other, and as Bel hit the ground the scarves acted like a spring. now, the two arms went shooting outwards, tying around the swords and stretching it taut. Bel suddenly went shooting off, flying wide on the turns the swords provided. He now is doing acrobatic flips from one sword to another.

"Can you hit a monkey like me?"