CQC - Combative Quincies Clash!

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

The very moment the girl "blinked" behind Asmoskon and aimed to place her hand on the man's head was the moment that Priscilla had been forced to experience something rather surprising; rather crafty for a Quincy that she had seen as beneath her at the time. As she went in to force her hand on him, she quickly noticed that everything from her upper torso, all the way down to her knees were blown away, separating the paper that made up her being and effectively forcing her body into two pieces that still held some shape; her upper torso, shoulders, arms, and head, and everything that remained from her knees and lower.

On most, a technique like this would've been absurdly potent. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that she'd been aiming for his head and not his back with her arm, her entire body would've likely ended up dispersed. Despite that, though, as her torso was being separated from her, it seemed the archer made no effort to move away from his place in the ground; only beginning to prep more arrows. This gave Priscilla more than the time she needed to make sure her hand landed, and injected her own blood deep within Asmoskon's own veins.

Given her spiritual bolstering via her own body, she'd be able to guarantee that the infection would course through his veins. He'd left himself open, and she'd simply taken advantage of the fact. After injecting the man with her blood, any normal person was going to feel an absolutely astronomical amount of pain, as her Blut began to drill through his veins. Asmoskon, however, was likely going to be able to tolerate some of this. She hadn't worried about that fact, and instead looked to make her retreat away from him.

Catching up with the rest of her paper that had been scattered to the winds, Priscilla quickly reformed her body as she took notice of a barrage of arrows headed her way. Not taking the time to reform her head as normal, and maintaining a full-paper form for the time, Priscilla took the onslaught head-on, allowing these arrows to pierce through her, lodge themselves in her, and continue to fire. She simply chuckled this entire time, making a break for it by turning the corner around a tree to take a second in order to reform her head as normal.

"That was certainly a neat little trick there, Asmoskon," she said, keeping up her Hierenkyaku-enhanced pace of 3,000 speed, dodging through arrows that travelled at only 25% of that speed, and taking in the latent reiatsu within the air through her cross, "Though, I've got to say, you've certainly got me excited to see if I'll be the one to actually shut you down! I can already see my promotion following in suit~!" Making use of the paper she still had within each nearby tree acting as her own eyes, Priscilla made sure not to allow herself to get any closer than thirty feet of the free Quincy. She'd known he'd be a nightmare to deal with in melee range, just on the virtue of protecting yourself where you're most vulnerable.

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{Reiatsu Pool & Paper Count}
Reiatsu Pool: 3,600/16,000
-0 for Gate, but costs doubled.
-200 for reformation of Head, except for her left eye.
-800 for Hierenkyaku Constant x6.
+400 for Quincy Cross & Spirit Fragment
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Paper Total: 1,500
1,000 from Power Property; construct A being Priscilla's body.
500 sheets scattered across the park.
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Construct A: 1,000 SP

Strength: 100
Speed: 500 [3,000 w/ Hierenkyaku]
Reiatsu Strength: 400 [800 w/ Gate]

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

An annoying misjudgement on his part led to Asmoskon feeling an immense amount of pain throughout his neck, a single touch from Priscilla was all it took for Asmoskon to feel as if his neck were on fire. The Vandenreich got away from him the moment after she managed to lay her fingers on him. The arrows that Asmoskon had prepped didn’t accomplish anything beyond actually staying present. The area now surrounded by Asmsokon’s forces while Priscilla continued to rely on the enhanced speed that Hirenkyaku allowed her to achieve.

What the Vandenrecih would see though with a confident smile across her face no doubt was something that would put that smile far, far away. The Free Quincy that she began to run her mouth off to. . . was engulfed in flames? His entire body seemingly just surrounded in red and orange heat that sprung up out of nowhere as if his body were a match. The intense pain that he felt from his neck vanishing in a moment as the blood that had been injected was burned away. Purging the blood of another from within himself a countermeasure executed swiftly from the realization of the pain and how similar it was to what Asmoskon could actually do.

Turning around to meet Priscilla’s gaze Asmoskon looked more like an entity of pure fire now. “An interesting little technique. It’ll take a lot more than that to stand on the same level as Baal though. I didn’t want to ruin this entire area, but it seems time to burn away the flimsy paper girl.” Taking the time while he spoke to bring in reiatsu from the environment to his cross and then into his body Asmsokon readies himself to turn this piece of his past into a graveyard. Choosing to turn all his miniature selves into flames as well, each flew around Priscilla curling her at 800 speed while staying ten feet from her.

After a moment it would just look like a circle of fire constantly spinning to anyone else due to the fact Priscilla would be able to follow them. That mattered little though as all would detonate at once from Asmoskon uttering that single word once again. “Detonate.” In unison five explosions of fire each covering eighty feet would occur meant to cut off any escape Priscilla would attempt while burning up all the paper in the area. Although he couldn’t tell it was likely to burn away most of the hidden as well or at least reveal them as the trees and grass wouldn’t be left after the fire cleared. As for Asmoskon, the Quincy would stand now at the bridge by the entrance waiting to see what Priscilla would do now and how much more effort he’d put in before the Emperor lost another puppet.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3512/2500
Quincy-Cross: (+1200)
Fire Arrows: (-150)
Innerlich das Feuer: (-800)

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Watching Asmoskon coat himself in flames, and walk away seemingly okay from her abilities, Priscilla scoffed to herself. Seemed he had some way of making himself immune to whatever it was that was going on. Bothersome. She'd have to see if she could find a way around something like that. Either that, or simply just tear the man down where he stood. She seemed to prefer the latter. The question remained, though; how would she go about doing so? She had so many options as far as what she could do, though the question was which option was she going to take advantage of?

Seemed her hand was going to be forced shortly, however, as the Quincy seemed to fire off four more of those self-detonating little bastards around her. Surely he didn't think the same tactic was going to work a second time, no? Willing her paper around the park to launch itself into the air, far above what she'd known the explosive radius of these clones of Asmoskon's to be, she prepared for the worst as the Quincy before her spoke those dreaded words that would kick the fight itself into a sort of "crunch time":

"Detonate."

Reforming her head at the apex of what was created beneath her, Priscilla watched as the entire park quickly decimated itself thanks to the over-zealous opponent she was engaged with. Shame, too; she rather liked the look of the park. That aside, though, she couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps he'd hear if she called to him? "Asmoskon~" she called out in a singsong voice, "surely you didn't think the same strategy was going to work on me~? I do suppose it's time to end this, now." As she finished speaking, sheets of paper around her tore themselves in half, splitting amongst themselves and proliferating once again into a full body. The girl wasn't going to hold back against him any longer; she'd given him the luxury of time to leave. Now, she was going to lock him down, and send him to His Majesty; whether it was alive, or in a body bag.

As the explosions cleared, and Priscilla softly landed to the ground like a sheet of paper in the wind, she turned to face Asmoskon, staring at the bridge that seemed to remain despite the wanton destruction. Assuming a fighting stance, akin to that of the Vandenreich martial art of Angehen, despite a few small imperfections due to her lack of skill in the martial art, she gave the Quincy a smirk. "You're not going to be able to take me in a ranged fight. If you'd like to try your luck, I'd recommend making your way down here. Things are only going to worsen over the next few moments if you don't."

Assuming Asmoskon did make his way down there, she was going to do what she could to beat him to a bloody pulp. The girl was more than ready to start wailing on him in any which way she could. The question remained as to whether or not he was willing to engage her in melee combat, given the fact that he was, well, another Quincy. Most Quincy didn't seem to have a proficiency in melee, and she was wondering if Asmoskon happened to be one of the few exceptions. If not, and if he stayed his ground away from her, this fight was not going to last much longer.

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{Reiatsu Cost & Paper Count}
Reiatsu Pool: 2,850/16,000
-100 for reformation of Head, except for her left eye.
-250 for Activation of Heart and Firing Properties.
-400 for Blut Arterie.
+200 for Quincy Cross & Spirit Fragment
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Paper Total: 1,000
1,000 newly-constructed from splitting arrows; construct A being Priscilla's body.
-500 sheets scattered across the park, all destroyed.
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Construct A: 1,000 SP

Strength: 1,000 [1,000]
Speed: 500 [1,000]
Reiatsu Strength: 0

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Another piece of the Human World that Asmoskon actually enjoyed was in shambles, no actually it wasn’t even that savagable. It wasn’t like he had just finished off some arrows and a Hollow or Shinigami had met them in a clash. No, in the heat of the moment he’d utilized his flames and now the site that he’d been eager to visit for its beauty was virtually gone. He’d scarred the area and it wasn’t within his power to restore it. A battle that was personal, had ruined something for everyone else. Just a couple of years ago he wouldn’t have given it a second thought if it meant killing this Quincy, but now the area was gone and the surroundings were in danger, the innocent were in danger.

Standing on the bridge Asmoskon felt the responsibility of his actions weighing down on him. This wasn’t something he wanted now, he wouldn’t keep destroying what the people of this city could enjoy. He wouldn’t continue to take away the achievements of the human world. This was something that had happened because of him so just removing himself from the location would probably be enough. He could feel that this Vandenreich was alive as she was proving difficult to pin down. Either way though he was certain in the future he’d have to figure out how to handle her body ability.

Focusing his reiatsu for a moment to his back would cause two massive crimson wings of blood and reiatsu to spring forth from him. Each wing extends outwards ten feet in length making Asmoskon himself actually look small by comparison. Almost like a cardinal with the wings of a hawk. He heard the approach turning to see the Vandenreich now ready to face him in close combat. He could feel his right hand twitch, the internal rage of his soul screaming for him to just shoot her dead. His decision though had been made, he’d spare the city even if it meant letting this rhetoric live. Without a word his wings flap downwards sending him soaring far into the sky and then with a Hirenkyaku off the air Asmoskon was long gone with his ability to now fly through the sky carrying him off faster than most would be able to peruse. He knew this wasn’t over though for the Vandenreich would know exactly where he’d end up.

[Kitai Yoru]

Priscilla Krantz: 42 paragraphs, 420 TP
Asmoskon Masurao: 50 paragraphs, 500 TP

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