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Wolf in a Dragon's Palace
Wed Aug 23, 2017 5:27 pm
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Qiang sat in a room that was specially designed for training. The room was easy to repair and had several barriers in place. Able to take the trashing of even the strongest people and heavy hitters. His eyes glanced down as he saw most of his body was still on fire. It was a roaring inferno or anything like that. But it certainly was a problem as Justice seemed to be unweldable at the moment. On the ground in front of him burning at extremely hot temperatures was Balmung. A dragon like an eye sat in the center of the blade. Strings hung with fire dripping off them like water almost. The blade itself was burning as he touched the hilt. A warmth filled his palm as he brought the weapon up easily. The claymore was a large blade and most often considered heavy. He slowly seemed to disintegrate the weapon into ashes. He could feel it vanishing as the fire still burned around his tattoos and body. Mirja had been given the message to meet him here. She'd been given directions he felt she'd understand as he laid on the ground.
"Should of known awakening this would be an issue. I mean last time I blew a hole in my own bedroom..Talke about an unruly set of powers." He said grinning about the past memory almost like a naive youth. This place was sealed up for people's safety while he trained to figure this stuff out. It wasn't like he could just wake up one day and go fire magic yay. Given he had no magic to speak of either made this hard. Controlling things like this to a fine point wasn't his specialty. But if his brother lectured on anything. Control was it along with Self Control. His brother had spent half the day with him. Making sure he wasn't cooking under the heat. So he wondered how many people could complain about this? Not being able to turn the damn thing off or stop the fire. He couldn't command or figure out how it worked. What fighting style functioned with fire in this regard. Oh, this was indeed a giant pain in the butt. He'd slept here on this floor since he kept Justice on.
The first question was why did Qiang leave it on you may ask? Because he was one stubborn sob. That was the only reason that came to mind in truth. He could have switched back to his default Tarot. But that would be giving up and that wasn't in his vocabulary when his people were involved. The floor didn't melt or burn thankfully as the maids would have a hard time. Qiang didn't know what to make of the dragon like eyes and features. So in sealed form, this was the effect, in terms of those who could handle him learning control. Mirja was the only choice available to him. So the question of what to do next would remain if she got lost or decided no was the answer. Surrender wasn't an option nor was a failure in this case.
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Re: Wolf in a Dragon's Palace
Fri Aug 25, 2017 11:18 am
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Fashionably late was apparently fashionable, as implied by the name. So Mirja had no idea why she was doing it, other than the fact that she was currently in a fight with this guy in front of her and just taking him out would be rude. He was one of those who thought, after Mirja had been fighting people for the past eighteen hours, she was going to be tired and thus easy to take down and claim the technique that she offered any who could best her. Admittedly, a giant gold-and-black statue woman appearing out of nowhere was enticing.
But it was going the same as everyone else. He could not make a strike past the guard that deflected everything, and his side still throbbed greatily with the pain of the first kick, even though he thought it was delivered as a tap. That feeling was what drove him onward, angry at the supposed underestimation. But even that wasn't enough to drive him on forever. Eventually he began to sag, and Mirja took him out with a well-placed palm to his chest, taking the man off his feet, where he stayed, and did not get up.
After the last man was done, she headed to Qiang. He wanted her for something, and she had fought enough people over the past night to feel herself advanced into Silver 2. It was quite good, more than from Bronze 1 to Bronze 2. If each Realm had an increase in power in each step, then she was emphatic to reach Black Gold. Such a realm would be one of majesty, and wonder. And other cool things that she didn't want to miss out on. And so she arrived, a bit latter than expected, but arriving none the less.
"So, the King Man calls a Wolf! And what do you require, King Man~"
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