Just Another Day... [Open Training Thread, R]

[Leon Strife]

"Hey Leon, thanks again for today. See ya next time, aight?" Snapping the cap back onto his shaven scalp, and jacket tossed over the shoulder, the man turns back to wave farewell to his coworkers. His casual overhead salute was his way of bidding a time away from his mates, "No problem Hiro, I'll see all of you guys next time, alright?" Like Leon the other men that were visible in the Garage returned the gesture as he left the operation grounds. The sun was beginning to set as it's bright illumination faded, painting the sky with a new gentle color. No longer did the heat hold the man in contempt. Now, the light signaled for those who rose in the wake of dawn to return home to rest. That was the obvious decision that many of the humans did, yet for the Bount sought out other opportunities.

*Puut Puut Puut* The blunt beats against the sand filled bags echoed with the others to create a unified chorus of jabs. Leon's day was far from done. Every day since his arrival, the Bount dedicated what time he could to train his mind and body. He couldn't remember the accumulated time that was spent in the Gym overall. It may have been equaled to the number of droplets of sweat that fell from his body onto the wood floor. Quite possibly approaching to the number of jabs and kicks that were embedded into sack of sand in front of him. It didn't matter. Each grunting snarl that ripped from the bared teeth of the Bount was only a testament to his desire to strive further; to go beyond what he was.

Every strike was dedicated to that cause. Leon's fists snapped from their holding position to create a trio of fierce thuds into the Punching Bag. Each thud was striking another moment of the past that remained scorched in the back of his mind. All of those moments that pieced together the whole picture that only his marked back could truly describe. That inked tattoo that he still carried with him forever reminded him of his past deeds; his "accomplishments." All of his efforts decorated the frame of the Bount's body. They alone could tell his tale. Yet, none of humans in Karakura, in Japan, knew of the marking the man carried. None knew of who he was, nor particularly took interest in the Bount's sense of decoration. And that was fine by him.

A fresh start was what he longed for. A time for cleansing and restoration was what his time here in Karakura was meant for. For Leon, this was the time that he originally was suppose to live. Yet, it took the lives of two to show him his mistakes. His sins. His missing heart.... His humanity. *Puut Puut Puut* Another trio of jabs smashed into the tough exterior of the red bag. Another three strikes to fight the demons of the past. Each day he struck them, pushing them back into the shadows from whence they came. He was no longer that man. The Beast died on the day that his enemies fell. Both striving to take the other's life, and for all intents and purposes, both parties succeed. Nothing remained but the ashes and blood that stained the floor.

The Bount hunched beside the bag that held his weight. His reflection shrouded in the small puddles of sweat that resided beneath him. It was just another day. Another day to fight against the demons of the past. Just another day to find himself and the time that could have been. What life that could have been with the two that were left behind with his past. What else that the Bount had buried that day? The question was, how long had he been gritting his teeth? Those around the Bount turned to observe the man's sudden burst of aggression. Images of his former self reflected in the red coating of the Sand Bag. Despite burying that man long ago, why was he still showing himself to the Bount now? Was he truly gone, or simply sleeping until the time was right to awaken? Leon didn't know the answer to this ever growing concern. So, he continued to strike the bag until the face was utterly destroyed.

[Eris Discordia]

The warmth of the Sun is something that isn't easily forgotten. Shinning it's radiant light, to summarize the beginning of a new day. New duties, refreshing the mind of one's own personal responsibilities of what comes later. A new day that brings about new opportunities and obligations. Completely separate from what came before the previous day, granting some new experience to emerge with the dawn. But for this Bount, bearing witness to the dawn was becoming that of a rare occasion. It's radiance is one Eris could find herself smiling to.

Her position as a Guard helped to provide her with the necessary training she required to keep herself prompt. It did what her training in solitude couldn't. Just as the dawn brought new opportunities, the job provided new experiences to better situate herself to her new environment. Her eyes scanned each individual for signs, hints of aggressive gestures that may lead to conflicts. Potential garbs that could be used to conceal weapons or contraband. There hasn't been a time when Eris kept her wits about her during her duties. Yet, she found herself more prone to be cautious more days than before arriving to Karakura. Before, during her travels, the Bount refrained from human contact. Only with the occasional greeting or subtly conversations, Eris kept to herself. With her being in a completely new environment, her anxiety was more than what it was before.

Operating as a Guard for a Club, Eris was quickly introduced to the scurvy characters of Karakura's underworld. Partial in their large numbers, but easily setting the Bount into an environment that she was familiar with. The conflict of emotions stir one's actions to create such a situation that would allow the woman to test her skills against. Besides, it did provide her a legal method in battering another individual without the need of the proper authorities interfering. So, Eris found herself to be perfectly adapted to what she trained to do. Trained to do. Eris knew nothing more than to fight; let alone being a daughter who was cherished by her parents, not knowing herself well enough to be seen as a woman. More or less, she didn't recognize herself to be nothing more than simple warrior.

The stories of the Bounts were not pleasant. When described, Bounts were nothing more than tools who were easily relatable to the Mod Souls. In the purpose for their construction they shared a similar fate. But for all the repulsive memories that the Bounts have accumulated over their course of history, Eris became a warrior. Both of her parents were utterly engrossed by the girl's development in this manner. What they dreamt for Eris was that of a life in which she could make her own decisions as a woman. Eris was trained to be a warrior, but for her own sake. Looking at the end result leading to Karakura, did she have any right to criticize them?

Eris had the next few days to herself to relax her fatigued body. Thanks to her services, and overall presence in the Club, the attendance percentage rose ten percent. But, in truth, the days that Eris had open was due to the Club being incinerated. Burned by her own doing, but for good reason at that. Some trouble had entered the facility and was dealt with by the hands of an unexpected visitor. Another of the Bount was before her on that night. And though it was under strenuous cicumstances, it was a refreshing experience to know there were others beyond her mother.

It was the liveliest of nights that the Bount had with her time in Karakura. Unfortunately, with the Club's current organization underway, this left Eris without work or a place to train. Luckily, there was a recreational facility that allowed humans to perfect their bodies. After some rest and lunch, the Bount made use of the facility to train. Unlike the natural elements that the wilderness had to provide, the Gym possessed machinery that tested might against mechanisms, and to test the humans own volition. It made for a terrific setup.

Eris sported black yoga pants with a sports jacket when entering the foundation. Her hair tied into a single tail at the back of her scalp, it would prove difficult to operate when her focus was on her hair rather than her own efforts. Better doing so when secluded from the other patrons who occupied the structure. The polished wooden floors made her bare soles at home. Her pair of running shoes left to the side of her targeted Sand Bag. This particular section was designed to occupy the corner of the Gymnasium, dedicating the area to sparring, running, for intensive physical training. This was where the female Bount parked herself.

Regaining her posture from days ago Eris began. Keeping her arms parted aways from each other, the forearms rose slightly overhead before opening with a single open palm strike with the right hand. Quickly after, the left dug from below the right to strike the surface just below her first thrust. The left elbow jerked upwards to cross the left arm over Eris' horizon as her right forearm remained steadied, lining down her abdomen. The Sand Bag was stern, but tearing through it wasn't the objective; speed, precision, and form were what Eris sought to perfect. However, her efforts were made distant upon hearing the disgruntled grunting the next bag over. Heavy and distorted as it was phasing between the present and the past, Eris glanced at the man. A man who was keen on what resided in front. "Sir, if you allow yourself to be overwhelmed, then surely you will fail to see the objective clearly."

[Aura Kyuketsuki]

OOC: whoops lol, forgot to put what was bring trained for lol. CTP thank you.

IC:

She couldn't take it anymore. Staying locked away in a single place night after night. Aura isn't a wild animal that requires to be caged every night. The thought of it was beginning to irritate the Bount. The humans around her laughed and toyed with the thoughts of their own freedom. Ice cream and holding hands, no matter what they were doing they were capable of doing whatever they want without worrying about rushing to a sanctum. Aura did. Each and every night it remained as a plague to her life, restricting the Bount of what more that life had to offer. Late movies, visiting the amusement park, traveling the world, or even just cuddling with someone close, Aura thought to herself as what she would be missing out on. The heavy limitations that followed her each day kept the girl from living a proper life.

Looking back at what Zaluu and her discussed on the matter, she couldn't accept it. She wouldn't. It may have been breaking one of the rules to Zaluu and Luke, but a day of fresh air wouldn't do anyone much harm. All that the girl needed was to feel normal for once. For her to something of the sort would make her feel whole once again. Too long had her life been secluded in the empty white room that the Shinigami cooped her inside of without much leisure. Left alone with her pain and hunger until the pain overwhelms her mind and body to the point of fainting, or worse......madness. NO, not again. Not another night of that Hell. Just the thought of it roused the pent up rage that she felt for the Shinigami that plugged her with this curse.

She felt her blood boil as the air in her lungs became shorter and shorter. The walls were closing in again. All around her she could feel the people and the buildings drawing closer and closer. Aura was being surrounded. What the Hell was this feeling? Was she really feeling... trapped? Trapped in her own life. No. No no no nonononono. She couldn't bare to do it again. She needed to vent. Aura had to release her anxiety. Luckily enough for her, she was already prepped. Before leaving the Club the Bount dressed for the occasion of getting down and dirty. Meaning, she was ready to train. Getting her mind off of things, Aura felt the need to release her frustrations to really think clearly, to help herself to find a better means to really manage her night terrors.

Seemed that luck was on her side seeing a Gym residing close by to her location. It was a free trial weekend, so membership wasn't required. Just an entrance fee and ID were all that someone would need to use their facility. A good way to market if they wanted to introduce people to their location. But for Aura, it was a good opportunity to ease herself with a bit of effort. Once she entered the facility she began immediately with a light run along the track course. Four Hundred meters around the outer walls of the building to help put her into state of natural warmth. A pre-workout to really get her body settled into it's environment. She had to get her mind off of what was happening, and building up a bit of a sweat did wonders in relieving stress.

But, the thoughts that Zaluu and Luke inputted into the Bount continue to poke their heads into the girl's mind. The stronger she would become so will the curse. Did it mean that it's power was intertwined with her spirit, with her body? What link did it have with her? To what extent did it's influence have over the girl? So many questions with many more of them piling up. Too many questions and really not many options to help her out. What was she to do? Zaluu believed in investigating the matter to understand it a bit more. A bit of information about her affliction could help the Bount in controlling it. Or better yet, eliminating it all together. That was a strong possibility if they gathered more information about the Osen. However, that would mean that Aura would have to be placed on a lab table once again.

Again a lab rat to see how far the Osen went. Where did it come from? And it found, could Zaluu and the others remove it? If it was able to be removed, what would happen to Aura altogether? Would she die? Would she be able to live without it? More questions came mind. There were just too many. Aura felt overwhelmed with it all. Surely, there was a simple answer to the matter. Some way to help make it easier to deal with than experimenting on her body. Aura was exposed to the hands of many Doctors and Surgeons, Scapels, syringes, and more hands. Not again. The very thought rose to cause her legs to tense and quiver. Even when gasping for air her body reacted to the imagery that her memories brought back out.

A fit of rage chimed in to break Aura's train of thought and imagination. Aura tilted her head as it swung over to the side to see the commotion. Seeing as it was, a man was really pounding a sand bag with quite a bit of umph to it. Looked like the man was really getting into his little spat with the Punching Bag. Very few people turned to see what was it all about before returning to their routines; all but one. A woman with a strange appearance. And no the foreign sort of weird, but just her overall appearance was stranger than most. Long velvet hair that has been tied towards the back, which overall left her ears uncovered. Geez, cosplay much, like who would have the sort of ears that she did?

She didn't know what was going on, but definitely was amist. The woman was talking to the ghetto lookin' guy. To her, the man had a begrudging expression. Sad, angry? Aura didn't know what they were talking about, but quite possibly get out of hand if something was said in the wrong manner. Guys who often explode with that much aggression while training meant that they were either hot headed, or really putting in the effort into their workout. Still, she felt something had to be done. Great. Just thinking about that made her think about Luke. The times that she witnessed him intruding on situations were his help wasn't needed, they brought her into seeing that expression of his. Oh brother.

"Hey hey," Aura called out. What the Hell was she doing? "Do you guys wanna go for a round or something? It'll definitely bring some pepp into the routine, don'cha think?" she jerked her head willingly towards the ring behind her. Running wasn't doing her any good as it left some time to think, so why not try her hand in sparring a bit.

[Leon Strife]

OOC: Apologies, training for CTP.

IC:

Why the Hell was he even doing this right now? What point was there besides venting his frustrations out of a couple of women? True, the fact that the man was in a predicament was easily known. But to really consider it, given some thought that it wasn't something for someone to intervene or to speak about. Leon was simply rowing through the motions as he continued to face parts of his past. Moments of his life that he only dreamt of changing. For him to redo such events that led to the death of his lover would mean a lot to him. The fact that he could see her face again, provide for her all that she deserved, would be a dream come true. A life away from what he had been trained to do ever since he was a child. An opportunity that he knew all too well wouldn't come true. If it had, it wouldn't have been real. None of it would be for he knew the truth. He could never have changed the events that he had done himself, and neither can anyone else.

This was the fact, the truth that Leon had to live with. And while their deaths sent the man into the darkest depths of misery that he could possibly know of, it didn't devour him. He couldn't allow it. He wouldn't allow that darkness to take him. For as long as the man could remember, the Bount resided in that hollow land. With nothing to gain and nothing to lose, what was there to fear besides death. However it may have seemed, Leon wasn't afraid to die. Although, living was another means in laughing at those around him. His existence meant that he could do anything. Godliness wasn't the idea. Leon's ability to walk among the living was just a mere statement, "I am here, so, what are you going to do about it?" He lived by his own rules rather than that of society. He did what he wanted, and lived how he wanted. By any means did anyone use the word "no."

But this time around, Leon was presented with an opportunity. For a Bount like himself to live an ordinary life. A life that should have been spent along side his family. The family that he didn't care for, and the woman whom shown him love, along side their child. The Bount's being in Karakura was a testament of his change, his new life. The only issue was his wife and child were not with him to live it. So, he had to live it for them. He had to live for their sake. With each breath he drew, with every moment that remained among the living, it cried out that they lived. His family survives.

Looking back, perhaps he was placing too much thought into his past. It may be impossible to forget it all, but Leon wasn't the same man that he was back then. The flesh may be. The muscles that were dedicated in asserting the pair of fists into the Punching Bag were the same. Yet, the mind and spirit were not. He wasn't the same as he was. Thus, when the woman spoke to him, it had him thinking a bit as to what his previous thoughts were. Leon's mind was too involved with the past. He had to push forward. Looking back to his sparring bag, Leon sighed before taking in a deep breath. "Thanks for the tip, I'll be sure to remember that. But, besides from that, shouldn't you be focused on your own efforts than to worry about mine?"

Immediately after trading words with the woman, another came into the mutual exchange of words. This one wasn't like the first. The first woman had long velvet hair. Neatly strapped into a single ponytail, much of her overall attire left little to the imagination. The black skin tight pants with jacket clearly revealed to the man how physically toned the woman was. What really set her apart from among the other women in the Gym was that of her ears. Off putting for those who were not mentally aware of the spiritual activity around them, but Leon wasn't. In fact, they suited the girl quite nicely.

As for the second girl, she was a bit contradicting. Her mannerisms spoke of one being that of a child. Slump over the railing at ease with her attention keen on the pair conversing, but expressions told of a different story. In some ways, she was a bit of a mess, especially with the large headphones hanging around her neck. While lacking in terms of introduction, there was more to the girl than what his eyes were telling him. And despite the rude introduction, the girl did provide with some means in helping the man. The one beside him seemed to there for the same reason as he was, obviously. As a result, he thought it be an idea if she could show him this means of focusing. "Would you care to show me how to focus then?" he said nudging his head towards the Boxing Ring.

Whether or not she would agree to this, it'd be for the best that he properly introduced himself. "I'm Leon. Leon Strife. And you are?"

[Eris Discordia]

Awakened from his dream like state the man was reluctant to investigate where the advice originated from. One who wasn't expected to call out to the man and tear him away from his grievances. This was what Eris knew by watching the man return to reality. His eyes, that were once fixated on a particular goal returned back to the present, to the current moment that he resided in. It appeared that her words caused his train of thought to break and brought him back from where ever he ventured to. For someone to lose sight on the current day meant that something troubled the man, or he had a strong sense of dedication in what ever he desired to achieve. Nevertheless, the man returned.

He spoke up to the Bount, which incited the woman to speak once again. However, she was cut off by the intrusion of another. Another person, a young girl, spoke out as though she knew them. An invitation for them to train together. It wasn't as if Eris didn't have the motivation to involve herself with other people. The fact was that she didn't know these people, nor what their intentions were. It was very so meeting anyone else for the first time. Although it may be their first encounter, the two individuals felt remotely similar to herself. Their presence, emotional presence. Humans emitted an average presence that wasn't close to that of someone who was spiritually aware. Ominous and bizarre was a better means in describing the sensation.

Luke was the first to alarm the woman to this sensation. Mannerisms and overall behavior helped Eris to determine whether they maybe possible entities, or average beings. Her current abilities to determine this were still hazy, which was the reason why she indulged the man's request. While this may help her investigate the matter, it presented an opportunity to further her training by standing against others who may other methods of fighting. The man presented himself in the way that any man should have, but really it was a matter of respect. Being too forward said that the man was either respectful, or very blunt. Reckless perhaps. Or perhaps, it may have been herself over analyzing the man. Who knows?

"Eris. Eris is my name." the woman replied. Wrapping her hands with the ring's padded fingerless gloves, the two would be able to fight as they preferred. She waited in her corner before the announcement was made to engage. Eris pondered to herself. Keeping her wits about her as eyes adjusted to the matted helm that compressed her face towards the center of her scalp. Safety for those who would be a bit reckless, so it was logical, but for Eris it was more of a handicap. It narrowed her vision and made her rather uncomfortable. As a result, she cast it away.

Eris preferred to face the man in the most traditional of fashions when it came to an sparring fight. To treat it as real as possible. For that reason, Eris engaged the man with full unwavering force. What puzzled her, was why the other girl decided to enter the fight? Mentally shrugging to the girl's reasons, it would only serve Eris all the more. In reality, the art of warfare and fighting was never meant to be fair. What made the difference in the fight was whether or not the individuals were better prepared for the fight. That was what made the victor. And as for Eris, she intended to insure that when a real fight came to face her, she would be ready to meet it head on. But in this case, she met it right there and then, charging at the man until she was at arms length. Her arms parted with her left hand taking the lead, and her right jetting towards the rear as it remained leveled to her hips, and as her feet followed suite.

The stance mimicked wielding her spear in an actual fight. Eris knew that she was inferior in terms of physical strength, for which reason forced her into inciting the pair's instinctive response to parry, or to engage her. Nonetheless, the Bount maintained her distance while slowly progressing into the fight altogether.

[Aura Kyuketsuki]

Both made their introductions quite bluntly. Neither one was afraid to come out with who they are. The only thing that sucked was the fact that no one asked the girl for her name. Rude much or was it that she didn't seem all that important. Nonetheless, it only meant that she needed to put in all the more effort into this little sparring match up. Not your typical session as she believed it to be a three-way bount. No pun intended really, but what else would you refer this sort of situation? All that Aura knew was the this little fight was going to be interesting. Truthfully, she wanted to put to the test what she was learning with Luke and Zaluu.

Once she had strapped the leather grips, and helmet for safety, the match was already underway. Immediately to start off with the woman came up to the center. More up front to the man rather than Aura. The woman positioned herself near the man, readying her stance to take him on. That what it seemed anyhow in Aura's point of view. Did she really consider this to be a one on one fight? Or was she also setting up for Aura's own movements? This was quite perplexing overall. It didn't matter what she thought about if all Aura did was lounge around in her head for most of the fight. Best to really learn something if she didn't confront it. So, she did.

Aura immediately rushed the center. She too prior action before the man could enter the fray, seeing that the woman was more concentrated on him rather than the Bount. Entering the personal space of the woman, Aura's left arm rose, cranking it across the horizon as it swung into a hook towards the woman lower chin. Unlike the others, Aura was a bit anxious. Very much unlike them, the girl didn't have the experience to fighting as they did. Extensive as it might have been, Aura was still in the learning process of how to really enter a fight. She was a Bount, so the use of her Dolls was essential to their style. Yet, seeing that she was in a public Gym, with many humans around and going about their business, a Doll to suddenly come on out and play with the pair wouldn't be a plain sparring session then. Plus, how many people would be terrified of the sight of a Doll? Not a good first impression.

However, without the use of the Doll meant Aura had to figure other means to combat her foes; more referring to the actual use of her body. The Bount knew that there would be circumstances that would force her to fight without a weapon or her Dolls. Such circumstances were that of the scenario of being locked away in the 12th Division Laboratories. Aura didn't have access to her Dolls at the time, and was found to be under more dire constraints too. Much of her energy was spent during those aggravating nights. Always tired, on the verge of insanity, borderline to hunger before she could realize it herself. Those nights were filled with empty blurs that left fragments in her memories. No more of them would be coming to fill what made up her past. Aura was going to take back control.

The hook fist was but the first of the girl's initial strikes. An opener or an appetizer for her foes to enjoy. Drawing in the enemy was what she needed to do. Aura is slower and not physically strong as they are. Luke and Zaluu taught her numerous ways for her to operate. When strength wasn't enough, there was always speed. When Speed failed, then came the mind. But either way, none of them should be excluded from the get go. Aura had to keep this in mind more than anyone else she knew. If she were to prolong the fight, then it may very well be extended well past the night time. That would be just tragic.

Aura's eyes narrowed. Her posture kept straight as her legs parted evenly to match the space of her hips. Posture was definitely going to be important since it kept her stance strong. A sloppy one meant she was going to get her ass handed to her again, just like what happened with Luke. The Bount wasn't going to relive that moment again. It was disgraceful for it to be so one sided in a fight. But this time around will be different. Aura was going to develop herself even more. She was going to take control.

[Leon Strife]

It didn't take long for the women to approach the center. The mature woman came into the center whilst the younger met with the same resolve. The two would engage as Aura made the first motion, but not at Leon but to the other combatant that believed this would only be a one on one. This was how life was out in the outside world. The rules of engagement did not exist. No just code or a sense of honor when it came to survival. For those who came out alive, those who were victorious, were the people who told the story. Only their achievements and actions would be known as being gallant. Only those who won the battle were able to shape the view point of how history would see the events that took place. This was how battles were meant to be waged when fighting out of the ring.

It would serve as a good example for the two ladies to understand and put into practice. Better to learn it now then during a time when they found themselves under extreme duress. Leon's body was a monument to his past fights. When fighting as a gang, there was no fair fight. Only who lives and who dies. Much of his old battle habits kicked in immediately as Aura took the first swing at Eris. Believing that her next blow would be directed at him the Bount responded immediately without hesitation. Leon pivoted onto his dominant foot as the right foot slide forward. He narrowed his body solely by tucking in his front inward to the side, only revealing his right self to Aura. That mattered so little as his right hand curled to deliver a with jab to the young girl's left cheek.

His foot work was similar to that of Boxing. It's fundamentals were a basis in most fighting styles, so it wouldn't have been a surprise that the Bount had some knowledge of it. However simple it may have been, the movement itself was what enabled the man to insert himself into the girl's blind spot. Keeping one's own sense of direction and maintaining a firm grip of the surroundings, in group brawls a lack of this knowledge meant the girl could easily be lost against the numbers she faced. Not only she would suffer greatly with this lack of attention, but possibly kill the girl. The jab was subtly but motioned quickly. The difference in their speed wasn't immense, but clearly shown as to who was more developed between the three.

Eris'body movements were more precise and cautious. This peaked Leon's interest as the stance that the woman took to pose against Leon was much more keen on defense than offense. If were not for Aura's interference, his instincts would have forced him into striking first, as he did for Aura. The first blow was of the most importance. That was another lesson. For Aura's case, she appeared to rush into the confrontation without much thought as how to proceed. Very much like a young Cub, the girl didn't wait to see what her opponents were capable of. Instead, wishing to rid herself of her anxiety she rushed in without thinking of the circumstances. If her foes had a weapon concealed on their person, then she should believe that they will use it on her. Aura would have been killed. For that, Leon didn't have any reason for why he shouldn't punish the girl for her arrogance.

That reason the second jab that came towards Aura would reach out as an open hand to grip her hair. Long as it was it made for a delicate area to be used against the girl. With it's strands of hair pulled, the scalp itself would react with a twinge of pain that was only felt for the lack of exercising the region. A level of sensitivity that could only be felt by such a lack of effort. His hands gripping the strands, coupling them in his hands before pulling them, and her with it, away for his left palm to ram into her face. Together, the man's arms thrust the frail girl's body away from the ground and directing her back onto the mat floor. This was a lesson to be learned.

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{Leon}

Strength: 50*75% = [87.5]

Speed: 50*75% = [87.5]

Spiritual Pressure: 50 /50% = [25]

Reiatsu Strength: 50 /50% = [25]

Light Aura: 50

Dark Aura: 50

Instinct: 50

Senses: 50

Energy Sensory: 50

Healing Expertise: 0


SP Total: 350


Skill Set

1. Strength of Will: [1]

2. Battle Analysis: [1]

3. Pain Tolerance: [1]

4. Damage Recovery: [1]

5. Street Fighting: [1]

6. Parkour: [1]

7. Crafting/Engineering: [1]


SKP Total: 7/15

[Eris Discordia]

It was obvious among them as who had the least amount of training in their life span. Eris had experienced war first hand when serving along side her father and mother. Fighting the masked beasts that were known as Hollows, Eris had to strive to survive each moment. However, it wasn't due to her own abilities that she managed to pass through each day with the minor injuries that she had. Due to the comrades at her side, her parents, was she able to make it through each encounter. It wasn't due to her abilities that she managed to make through the wars, but that of her parents who were always by her side to protect, and guide her.

She had a ways to go in order to match the capabilities of that of her parents, but, what she had gone through was more than what Aura had to experience in terms of fighting. That was the reason why Eris decided to take things slow to better assess the situation. Putting herself against two other individuals made the danger much more severe as their own assets remained a mystery to her. Never to underestimate her opponent, regardless of how they act, the Bount motioned closer and closer to better analyze the pair. Aura came in first, directing her attention over to Eris.

It was most likely due to being a woman that Aura felt more comfortable at confronting the Bount. It may have been, or possibly not, but it wouldn't have mattered as Eris stepped back from the center. Her left arm arched directly into the girl's inner elbow joint as the right shifted along with it. Drawing it back to the center of her eye sight, the combined movement of her arms captured the hooking left while drawing it away from the woman's face. This was only momentarily, never seeming to grab Aura's hook, but rather eliminate the speed and strength behind it as it was building. But, it was to her surprise in what came next.

The man was next to move, forcing his fist directly into Aura's cheek. As Aura commenced her opening assault, she forgot that there was another individual in the ring with them. Leon sought to exploit this temporary blind spot when Aura engaged Eris. The young girl rushed into the fray without concerning herself as she would deal with more than one aggressor. Unfortunate if the girl didn't learn this lesson quickly, then it would surely do her great harm. But she couldn't distract herself with Aura when the fight was still ongoing. She had to worry about own safety as she engaged the pair as well.

Redirecting the flow of Aura's hook towards her left, Eris would manage to use Leon's movements to help pull Aura away from her. In doing so, the Bount spun around on the back of her right heel as she swung her body around into a crouched position. This lowered her level to that of the groin and abdomen regions. While the man was distracted with the other girl, Eris used the brief opening to direct her efforts onto Leon. Seeing that Aura would be staggering, and Leon entering into striking range, the Bount brought her left arm around with her leveled shoulders to thrust the wrist joint into the mid section of the man's abdomen.

A quick thrust into the unguarded stomach would result in a loss of air as the blow itself would strike a sensitive area. Once struck, a second strike would come with a right clenched fist. This was very much like a karate punch, but really swinging her arm with a slight hook. The motion still carried with it the grace of wielding a spear in hand, as the two arms moved in complete unison to the other. Eris sought to use the opportunity that her enemy had created, just as any other fighter would chose to exploit a weakness.

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{Stats and Skills}

Strength: 50/40% = 20

Speed: 50

Reiatsu Strength: 30/40% = 12

Spiritual Pressure: 50

Light Aura: 50 (Empath)= 60

Dark Aura: 50 (Empath)= 60

Instinct: 50*50% = 75

Senses: 50

Energy Sensory: 0*50% = 0

Healing Expertise: 0

SP Total: 280



Skills:

1. Weapon/Spear: 1

2. Acrobatics: 1

3. Battle Analysis: 1

4. Strength of Will: 1

5. Calm Mind: 1

6. Crafting/Enchantments: 1

SKP: 6/15

[Aura Kyuketsuki]

What the Hell just happened? At first she was charging up towards the stern woman, then the next thing she knew it she suddenly blacked out. Aura couldn't put her finger on the whole thing but she couldn't have just went all loopy all of a sudden for no reason at all. Everything just went dark as far as she could tell. The whole thing was such a blur. The Bount was the first to engage in the group. Her first initial strike was to hook into Eris with a solid left. Upon reaching her the woman adjusted Aura's wrist off to the side and caved in her inner elbow. The combination of the two palm strikes redirected her left hook while weakening it all together. Shortly afterwards, something came into her left side as far as she could tell. Then, the blackout.

When she came to Aura immediately winced. Her left cheek throbbed profusely. Beating very much like her heart in the sudden shock that she came to realize what had just happened to her. It was the other guy that came in and punched her. Aura let her guard down thinking that the man was going to wait his turn before coming into the fight. Well, she was wrong. She was to fight off the two of them in order to really win this brawl. Geez, no subtly in the world any more. But, it was to be expected really, since in a fight there were no rules in how to win. Everyone has a different of fighting, which is the reason why many people take on the saying "whatever means necessary" and take it as a mind set.

In many ways she could probably see that very reason when they applied the Osen as such a means. Like, to fight Hollows and the enemies of Soul Society, they can't win with just hugs and kisses. Duckies and bunnies, or with a flock of Butteflies do not win battles or wars. Only the strong win battles, and at times the heartless. To win by any means necessary was usually put into play only when resources were dwindling short. Maybe that was why the Shinigami decided to create the Bounts? Aura will never know the real reason behind it all, as their purpose was never to really think but to act. To fight and to kill was all a Bount was really meant to do and accomplish.

Funny how despite not wanting to be as she was meant to be, here she was in a Gym, learning how to fight as intended. But that was the thing about it as well. Aura chose to learn how to fight. No, it wasn't to commit to someone else's war or purpose. This was for her own purpose. Her right to choose whether or not to fight. For what she was here for was for herself, the purpose in which she wishes to take a stand on, and fight for the freedom that she and others truly deserve. Those reasons, her reason for training herself was what any other person would want for themselves.

Shaking off her hazy vision, the girl retreated for but a moment to recollect herself. What transpired with the other two she didn't know. Her vision remained blurred as she slowly picked up the pieces and regain all of her senses again. Once she managed, she started again discovering that the man and woman were engaging one another. A good opportunity as the woman occupied Leon's attention. At this point the two were nearly wresting over control of their joint situation, all the while leaving themselves vulnerable at the rear. This time Aura would surely get them both. Keeping her eyes open she charged.

Waiting for Leon to turn his back while facing Eris, Aura rushed into action. When his back would be turned the Bount girl rushed the man's rear. Motioning to his left rear, Aura's arms would surely place the man into headlock, using both her motion of leaning back with that of her weight to drag the man to the floor. She had to practice of a bit with her grappling, so trying to take him to the floor would surely help in her overall form in fighting. Well, that was the idea in any case.

[Leon Strife]

The child was definitely a green horn. Her lack in strategy and finesse stood out more than anything else. Some minor training it seems as she didn't flinch when bringing the fight to her opponent, yet was dumb founded when understanding how to really engage an pair, let alone an individual. Fighting a single person was different than fighting in a three-way bount. Fighting a group was much more of a daunting task due to keeping a refined focus on all the movements from the other individuals involved. A split second of loose attention meant that he would leave himself vulnerable to incoming blows. For which in this case Eris took advantage of. While dealing with Aura's lack of combat ability, the woman decided to twirl herself around the smaller girl and utilize her as a means of drawing focus away from her. That is where he made the mistake in dealing with a rookie when his attention should have been focused on Eris.

Her thrust motion would have made contact toward the center of the man's core. A solid strike if it were ever one, except for one thing; it was weak. An unguarded strike was enough to take the air from his lungs, forcing a natural response of jerking forward as he caved partially into the pain. Leon's core crunched as the woman's small hand fled away back into the safety of her sides. The Bount stepped back, giving himself some breathing space in order to readjust himself accordingly. Hoping to recover before re-entering the fray, Aura came about again. Surprisingly enough, he found the girl's vitality to be stronger than the average person. It was only a take down that he did unto her, so for it to keep her down wouldn't have been long. He should have expected much. It was foolish for him to suspect that the girl didn't have much to her than meets the eye. His own stupidity was what cost him time to recovery as the girl managed to grab hold of him, forcing him down to his knees.

Aura was strong, for a woman. But the difference between the sexes made men more naturally physically built. Not only that, but the experience between them in terms of fighting were definitely more apparent. Leon was ganged into his past group. Crowds of Bloods came to beat him into their crew. It was the more "traditional" means of earning respect when first entering into the gang. Although Aura had the upper hand in this case in terms of surprise, Leon had more strength to keep both him and her afloat. Aura's arms were wrapped tightly around Leon's head, secured as she swung herself around to force the man down onto the floor. Battling her there would be much more difficult for him, which was the reason why when swinging around in the air for the moment, the man arched himself back, shifting her weight and his together in order to toss her back into the ground. Aura's back would come down first as the man's upper body fell on top of her entirely.

If a ground fight was what she wanted, then Leon would give her one. A fight can change instantly, and when unprepared, it can be all the more devastating. For that reason it was better to expose her to as much conflict as possible. Aura would find Leon to be a bit more rash as he mounted her hipline. The man's staggering weight pinning her to the ground while his hands reaching for her throat as the other curled into a ball, hooking to the girl's left cheek.

[Eris Discordia]

As experienced as Leon was in a street brawl, he had failed to follow his own rule. His sense in fighting was on par with that of an average foot soldier. Slightly above average judging how well he was handling the change in scenarios. It was clear to the woman that the man knew how to handle himself in terms of fighting a single individual. But, it was just as he thought; fighting a group was much more different than dealing with a single foe. While Eris was much weaker physically, she made up for it in fluidity. The two Bounts tussled and turned, wrestling for control for the better position over the other. Yet it seemed to be almost one sided as the one with the most experience proved to understand how to adjust themselves accordingly. Leon was certainly one to do that. But at the same time, that wasn't the case when in this ring. He was facing against two adversaries instead of the one. For that reason, as the two aspired for control over the other, Eris once more took the opportunity to strike.

A sweeping kick motioned rounded her side, hooking around the scalp of man. Twisting her frame around his body in a swinging motion, the man's head would be thrown to his right as it would find itself surrounded by the woman's legs. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his head, clenching as they were twisting. The Bount kept herself away from digging into a headlock. The difference between their strength was already known to the woman. She couldn't risk in keeping up with the man's strength. Although their skills may be similar in terms of fighting, their overall ability beside each other was unmistakened; Leon had the edge over Eris. For that reason she had to maintain some gap between them as they fought. Some means to keep him within the range of her movements, while maintaining a certain amount of breathing space to comfortably maneuver. What he had over her was strength, but not motion. She had to use it to her advantage.

All she could do now was wait until the next move was made. Whatever it was, she had to maintain her guard as both Leon and Aura trumped her in the same quality of raw strength. Nevertheless, it will be her that will seized the day.

[Aura Kyuketsuki]

Now this is going to hurt a bit. How could she have forgotten the weight difference between them? A guy would surely be a bit heavier than a girl. Certainly when packing more muscle and mass in the belly areas too that contributed a lot to the mess. Kek. Either way, the man used what she originally intended to have her on top, instead allowed Leon to get a firm handle on her, and used it against her. From a Bulldog to a German suplex, since when did this become wrestling all of a sudden? Hell if she knew when those who were watching all that went on were just commenting on what was going on. Complete with ring side assistance, mostly the men, spoke in turn as to what was going in the triple threat sparring session.

Being slammed onto her back shocked the entire segment of her spinal column. Landing on her rear right shoulder, Aura wasn't feeling all that great, even more considering that her right arm manage to break her fall to some extent. Though, it didn't matter how much of the impact that her arm managed to absorb, the Bount was still in the predicament that she was in now. The two of them would be striving for the upper hand on the floor. Tossing and rolling, it was boy meets girl in the most unusual of places. Things just got all the more difficult with them kicking and fidgeting as they were. All the girl could think about was how to keep herself on top. Not so much as when seeing the other leg come right in to tangle itself around the man's head as if it were a layer of plastic wrap around food.

Now this was something that Aura didn't see coming along. Coiling around the head while focused on her, didn't seem that he would have enough time to react considering that his attention dawned on herself rather than that of things going on around him. With Aura drawing his attention, there would be little time, if not time at all, to really be able to react to what the other woman was doing to him. Didn't matter to her so as long as he got off of her. No matter how it happened, Leon was definitely going to be removed from his position on top of her, leaving her to freely move around. Move around to see HOW LATE IT GOT! "OH CRAP! I need to go!" Aura was too self-absorbed in what they were doing that she completely forgot about the time.

The sun had already been setting. Night was soon going to be upon them. All she knew that it wasn't safe for her to stay in the area. All she knew was to get back to Zaluu's club before the night skies took over. Immediately, the Bount jettisoned herself from the center of the ring to the edge, grabbing her things as quickly as she could. Her heart didn't beat as fast as it did now. All the excitement that she felt was replaced with the rush of fear instead. She became careless, disregarding the fact that she was still plagued by the effects of her Osen. Without thinking much about it, the girl disregarded the fact that she left her headphones behind. It didn't matter. What did matter was that she needed to find a way back to the club before it became too late.

[Leon Strife]

Wrapped around and tossed over towards the side, he allowed his flank to be overtaken by the other woman. That was issue when dealing with one than one opponent; when too focused on a particular individual a fighter can lose his surroundings easily. The Bount knew this all too well and learned to handle himself better than what he was demonstrating now. How much had passed that he began losing his ability to handle himself? Perhaps too much time as playing the "average" man now in days made him soft; civilized. Back in the gang, he wouldn't have allowed his back to be exposed. An exposed weakness meant that he would have a higher risk of being shanked, let alone being killed. A common method when fighting more than one person was to keep your back to the wall. A solid object that wouldn't be moved or at least strong enough to cover him, and to protect his blind side. With such a tactic Leon could easily narrow his sights and keep everything in plain view.

Looking back on it now the Bount recalled all of the moments in which he exposed his blindside to people. Ever since he moved to Karakura Town there was really no need to fear. No one knew him there. All the people who were involved with his lift were overseas, hundreds of miles away. His past, his deeds, and his prior records were kept in the United States. Japan had no records of his crimes as he didn't cause enough damage to be recognized as such. The only man who knew of his existence here in Japan was he who had brought him his new identity. A man who wouldn't wish to involve himself further than what he had to survive. With Leon's so called "death," then there was no reason to pursue those that the Bount knew. There was no point.

However, time now was not his ally. Not now. He had gone soft. Too soft to the point that he lost his bearings now. He laughed, on the inside at least. In his mind the joke was clearly the desire to use his previous experiences to aid him in this small training exercise, while wanting to live an ordinary life to redeem himself. Leon's hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. Too many to count to be honest. Funny how those bloodied hands were what he sought out when it came to a situation such as this. Instead of wanting to help people to practice, he desired to use it to beat them into a sloppy pulp. He had to shake that thought out of his head. It was too easy to fall into a state that he spent his life in. Too easy to revert back into the man that committed so many crimes against people. Too many lives taken. He couldn't let that happen again.

He felt his body being tossed to the side by the older woman. The warmth of her legs coiled around him as both her motion and body made up for her lesser physical strength. He had to relearn what he had lost after such time of peace and tranquility. But, before he could continue to engage the pair the younger of the two cried out. "OH CRAP! I need to go!" The sudden rush of adrenaline and stirring excitement just lost its magic as the girl called it and took off running. No explanation or farewells. Jumping out of the small arena and out the door, it was obvious to all that something must have come up to force the girl into such an hysteric frenzy from point A to point B. Whatever it was, it had to do with the time of day. An appointment? It couldn't be. Leon's eyes shifted from the parting girl to the gear she left behind. Regardless how what sort of business she had to attend, forgetting her own equipment and personal materials was simply clumsy, and quite irresponsible.

Leon turned to Eris, acknowledging her when he spoke, "Wait a minute, she forgot her stuff. I need to give her back her stuff before we get back into it." Much to his own displeasure he didn't want the girl to be without something that may be important to her. She may have money, a ticket for the bus, something of value that she may have forgotten that was in her bag. Certainly she left behind the headset that she was wearing before. He grabbed his duffel bag, and the belongings of the girl, and rushed out the door after her. Not to his surprise that she wasn't at the Bus stop. There were three in the area, each with their own routes. The Bount knew this because he takes the bus obviously. However, that wasn't the issue at hand since the girl he saw rounded the corner at the far end of the block he resided on. She was going somewhere, and he had to catch up. It wouldn't be long until night finally settled in at last.

[Eris Discordia]

Eris panted heavily as her hold took a tremendous amount of effort to level herself with her physical strength. Having herself twirled around Leon's body took a toll on her body considering that her body wasn't in its peak condition compared to the other two Bounts. She was disappointed in her efforts as before she wouldn't have had much of an issue before her travels to Karakura Town. It began to show that the time spent away from fighting and her own training was causing her body to become more nimble by the day. She felt the difference in performance as her muscles were beginning to ache from a technique that her mother taught her countless times before back in their home country. If her mother would have seen her performance today, then she would surely laugh. Surely, to herself it was most displeasing.

At the same time of being sore towards herself, Eris saw this opportunity as a terrific means to help her back into peak form. Undoubtedly, the pain in her muscles meant that she would be sore in the next coming days as they were being pushed further than what they were use to. This was fine considering where she was at now it would provide a swell change from being the weaker self. Everything would sort itself out when she trained a bit more. Yet, the young girl, Aura, had more pressing matters to attend to. Her scurrying about to insure that she left as soon as possible for a reason that she couldn't put her finger on. The terror filled expression on her face gave Eris clues as to what may be the reason, but the emotion behind her voice was what concerned her the most. This made for some concern to be had.

Leon followed her, cutting off their sparring for the time being until he could settle the issue with Aura. However, not wanting to remain as the lone woman in the sparring ring, she followed. Eris gathered her belongings quickly before proceeding to tail the man. Among those that she faced before, Leon and Aura seemed to be more resilient than any other Human that she met. This was the same resilience that most spiritual beings shared that she encountered. Either that their endurance was much more fierce than others, or that they were unnaturally stubborn. Whatever the case may have been it did not remove the fact that the man went chasing after the girl. Intrigued by the scenario Eris gave chase as well. She followed closely behind Leon. The two only skimmed the area, for which she believed Leon would only know. Nonetheless, Aura was spotted. Further down the way of the street the two Bounts raced, looking to keep the girl in their sights.

Where was she going? The darkness was setting over the landscape, and there wasn't anywhere to really call a home. At least, not one that would be well suited for a young girl like Aura. The night came, and it wouldn't be long before they found out the reason as to her hysterical panic. The man would follow closely just as Eris would be able to keep them both in sight. Though, she could only hope that it wouldn't be something that they couldn't handle.

[Aura Kyuketsuki]

Where? Where to go? Where was a place that she could hide until the morning came? UUgghhhhh, she stressed erratically that she didn't know where to go. Aura kept on running as fast as she could. Buses would take too long to get to the stops closest to the Gym, so couldn't wait for them to come. If she had waited, then it would have been too late and she would have gone berserk in the middle of her road trip back to the club. It would've been a blood bath if that happened. So that wasn't an option that she could take if it meant keeping people safe and out of her mouth, which led her into wandering Karakura's redlight district. Lots of people come here for the malicious and darker side of the night life. People here sometimes go missing. But most of all there are a lot of underground clubs and mazes that she could easily get lost in. Either that or look for a place to lock herself into until the morning came.

But where? She had to look for somewhere isolated in a public place. Night was settling in, and she could already feel it taking effect. Aura's run lessened, turning into a slow jog. Her blood was beginning to boil. Every vein in her body was aching, throbbing in pain as it coursed throughout the remainder of her body. Aura could feel her nerves twinge with adrenaline as they beckoned her to eat. The Bount felt her lungs and ribs explode with fire searing the insides, almost melting a hole through her intestines. The pain overwhelmed her body, forcing the girl to topple over the side in a dusty alleyway. It made it hard to breath. Aura was pretty gasping for air at this point in time as she was focusing on maintaining her sanity. She coiled into a ball against a dumpster, cradling herself as tightly as she possibly could.

Focus, that was the key. All she had to do was keep herself away from people. She had to keep herself farrrr far away. Out of sight and out of arms reach. Plus, she needed enough room to really wiggle around in too since her body reacted to any small stimulus that her environment provided. The chill of the air made her body tingle with pain and excitement. She wanted to eat something, someone. Anyone would do so long as their body provided a sufficient storage of reiatsu to feed on. The Bount rocked herself back and forth as her mentality was slowly disappearing into the darkness of the night. Her focus needed more focus, her Osen was swallowing her up.

In the middle of the night Aura cried out, hoping that the night life would blur out the noise she made in the alley. It hurt. Each gasp of air made the pain all the more unbearable as her chest expanded and closed. Yeah, more like breaking her body on the inside with each crunch her body instinctively did as she spasm uncontrollably. She was losing herself quickly. Her muscles were slowly giving up on the restraining aspect. "Just a little nibble wouldn't hurt. Just a small bite." NO! She knew that was how it all starts out. Just a single step forward would mean taking a mile. Even giving in for just a moment would be a disaster. She couldn't allow herself to bite someone. Aura was hungry, her body craved reiatsu. She wanted it. But she couldn't. Shuffling was heard in the alley. "No, not now." she thought to herself. Why now of all times? She couldn't. If she saw who ever it was, it would only have her be more inclined to give in. Ugh, she was hungry. But it wouldn't matter.

Their eyes met. Hungry. Her gaze fell and rose over the man. No, a pair? She couldn't.... Aura leaped out from her spot and attacked. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She was hungry, and she had to feed.