Spar. [spibaa/private]

[Fritz Jacobs]

[ eta ayano ● only. ]

Sunlight poured down onto the outside practice field where Fritz went through his usually sword layups with his broadsword, Oblivion. There was a certain anger to his slashes, thrusts and even parries as Fritz battled his imaginary opponent in utter silence. A serious look was upon Fritz's face as the immortal thought about how Kristina had disappeared, thus leading to an anger brewed by worrisome thoughts. There was not a shred of evidence Fritz could find about Kristina's whereabouts, placing him a little on the angry side. Fritz's blade slashed through the air with precise speed, the hits a work of mastery from years of work in swordsmanship. With a wide, horizontal slash, Fritz drew back and ceased all actions to take a glance around him at the rather open training field. He'd heard a class of chaser students would most likely being using the field shortly, and when that occurred it was probably Fritz would leave them in peace.

Birds chirped as the flew through the air with little care, however their noise gave no distraction as the immortal hefted his sword again. As far as Fritz was aware, there was nobody else at the outside training field as of yet. The sword's metal blade caught the sunlight, making a bright reflection of light that nearly caught Fritz in the eyes. Spring heat was a constant nuisance for Fritz as he began to due his layup which consisted of various thrusts, parries and slashes all executed in a smooth flow. His feet were placed accordingly as he continued with the different types of attack and defense moves until his comfort level increased to a suitable point. Once comfortable, round, pale blue shields began to spawn as replacements to for the defensive parries that most swordsman would require. After a few minutes, Fritz was finished the practice with only the slightest bit of weariness to him. Quietly, he stood for a few moments looking at the grey coloured blade of his sword in a calm silence as he paid no mind to his surroundings.

[ Sorry if it seems a bit short. lol ]

[eta ayano ●]

[ Fritz Jacobs occ: dude, that's literally my posting size XD ]

The class of senior student chasers would enter the field premises, there chatter and laughing chimes recognizable for miles. The class, formally known as Combat Arts V, comprised of a large amount of eighteen year old, on there way to graduate within a year. They were loud, hungry for the upcoming summer. Some were cheering about how they'd visit there family, and others moaned about drama. It was normal for a group of teenagers. The pack was lead by a mid aged man with gray hair and slim wrinkles, holding his head high to show his superiority. He stopped the group of twenty in the middle of the field, near where Fritz was practicing. "Alright class, partner up with whoever fits your skill level." he said in a strict tone. "Hurry!"

The group noisily divided up into there partners, except for a noiseless 5'6 girl. Petite in frame, with hair covering her eyes, she gave the instructor swift look. She wasn't going to pair up with anyone. There were merely small play to her. The girl- Eta Ayano- cleared her throat. The teacher turned. "Mr. Whiteman, I don't have a partner that fits my skill level." She said shortly. By now, the students were sparring with there choice of weapons. The glinting of metal was distracting in the corner of Eta's eye.

Mr. Whiteman slowly moved his gaze across the class, then back to Eta. "It appears so, Ayano." He said. Eta mentally cringed by the use of her last name. It was so- casual. However, she didn't argue with her superior. Mr. Whiteman caught a glimpse of Fritz a few meters away. "Go spar with that young man over there if you think your so good." Mr. Whiteman said. "He's an apprentice chaser."

Eta followed his gaze, and did as she was told. I dont care what he is. As long as I can get away from these ignorant eighteen year olds.. Eta didn't care whether her entrance was noticeable or not. She spoke up just as she was within ten feet of Fritz. She was behind him, so she wasn't in the sword's line of fire. " My teacher told me to spar with you. " Eta said. " There's an odd amount of kids in my Combat Arts V class. "

[Fritz Jacobs]

[ I think my mind derped because I was pretty sure I was going to say it wasn't the best. xD Whoops. ]

A gaggle of students began to approach the field while Frits looked over Oblivion's blade, the blade had remarkably retained no damages as of yet. Upon hearing the noise, Fritz spared a glance at the chattering students and their authoritative teacher leading the way. Once the gaggle was close, the sounds of nature was drowned out by the seemingly endless chatter. Fritz gave an inaudible sigh of annoyance to the students. Without much hesitation, Fritz recommenced his own practice in an attempt to ignore the students that had arrived. They'd come sooner than expected and Fritz wasn't quite finished his practice. However his practice was interrupted mid slash as he heard a voice sounded from behind him. Fritz lowered Oblivion and turned all while listening to what the girl had to say. Her intrusion to his practice was justified with a reasonable answer, which was that the teacher told her to. Fritz glanced at the teacher before his gaze returned to the girl who had approached, stifling an annoyed groan.

"Okay, just let me get one of those wooden swords they often use," Fritz responded with the slightest bit of annoyance dripping from his voice. Taking no time to listen to any response the girl may have had, Fritz sheathed Oblivion in the scabbard that hanged around his waist before fetching a wooden sword and returning. "Anyways, what's your name? I'm Fritz," he said, introducing himself. Knowing the name of whom he was sparring with. The handle of the wooden sword was gripped tightly in Fritz's right hand as he waited for an answer.

[eta ayano ●]

[ Haha it's okay. ]

Eta ignored his groan of annoyance. She didn't want to be here at all, She merely wanted to graduate and get out of this academy. It was filled with a bunch of slackers, and she hated them for it. They were complaining about loosing another boyfriend, about how much homework they had, it was annoying. Nothing like that ever crossed her mind, she merely got it done and over with. And like any time before, Eta merely waited for Fritz to get a training weapon. She inspected what kind of weapon he picked up, the class of that weapon, and how he was holding it. Before she ever fought someone, these were key things. They told her about his fighting style. He knows what he's doing..

Eta had been so focused she didn't hear Fritz's question. She looked away from his handing position. "Eta." Her voice was smooth, but icy at the same time. She kept her emotions compact as she positioned herself for the spar fight. Unlike Fritz, she held a slim bladed sword backwards in her hand, her stance closed off from the back, and open on the front. She remained silent, waiting for Fritz to come at her, or get into his stance.

[Fritz Jacobs]

Academy days had come to pass quite a few months ago for Fritz. The young chaser currently an apprentice to Max Abner, whom he doubled in age. Taking a few moments, Fritz began to get a feel for the wooden weapon, since it was significantly lighter than Oblivion. This weight differential was always a nuisance considering the years of proper swordsmanship training that Fritz had gone through. Whilst he hefted the wooden broadsword duplicate, he heard the girl introduce herself, in an icy tone, as Eta. The tone to her words gaze Fritz the impression that she probably just wanted to get this over with. Once the wooden sword felt comfortable in his grasp, Fritz looked at Eta to take a quick scan of the girl. Accomplishing such procedures usually assisted in giving Fritz a rough idea of the opponent's weapon capabilities, but not the capabilities of her powers.

Unlike Fritz, Eta used a sword with a slim blade, holding it so the pommel was facing him opposed to the blade itself. There were few conclusions that Fritz could come up with on why Eta would hold the blade backwards, one being that there was a trick waiting or she used the blade in a different fashion. This caused slight concern since there was no familiarity in using a sword in that manner, especially for Fritz who used a broadsword. Only taking a few mere moments to think, Fritz assumed a defensive position, opting to wait and test the waters by seeing if Eta would go on the offensive. With a two-handed grip on the wooden's swords handle, Fritz pointed the weapon's tip slightly upwards. Although having Oblivion around his waist would add some extra weight to carry throughout sparring, Fritz didn't bother to remove the scabbard with his precious blade.

[eta ayano ●]

Eta waited for a few long seconds, waiting to look over Fritz's position. His blade was upward, and he had a more uniform stance. Eta remained frozen in her position, stuck in a train of thought. She inspected the side arm in it's holster. It looked like great sword, bigger than any blade she'd ever held. The idea of holding such a weight made her mentally cringe. Silently, Eta pieced together that he wasn't going to produce the first strike. She didn't flinch, until she rushed forward.

Eta came at Fritz from the left- or his right side. Her gift of higher reflexes granted her extra speed. This aloud her to cover the distance between them with swiftness. As she came in for a sweeping blow his side, Eta bent her knees and dragged them across the ground. This made her stop directly behind him. She brought her form upwards, preforming a half twisting kick to his back. With the height of her kick, she made sure her sword was there to deflect any sword swings capable of hitting anything underneath the kneecaps. She then landed, and hopped to her left to make space.

As she fought, she wanted to test Fritz's speed. With her combined enhanced reflexes and lighter blade, his speed would give her an idea of his strength as well.

[Fritz Jacobs]

Patience was key in some scenarios, and for Fritz he needed to remain patient to learn what skills Eta possessed. Launching headlong into an attacked seemed like a form of idiocy since he could only presume Eta was skillful. Moments went by as Fritz remained stationary, hoping Eta would go on the offensive. In a sudden burst of speed, Fritz watched as Eta approached at an extraordinarily fast rate. It hadn't taken long for the girl to end up behind him, fast enough that any attempts to defend with the wooden sword were futile. Without much choice, Fritz spawned a pale blue force field to block the attacks aimed at him. One thing became clear, he had to drive her away from close combat in hopes of avoiding other high velocity blows. Whilst the shield was up, Fritz pivoted to face Eta before performing a sword thrust towards her midsection.

As he did so, the shield that protected him fell. This was one of the very few plans to hopefully drive her back to a point where close combat was impossible. Fritz's attention was focused on Eta who he had no doubts would be a formidable opponent in this spar. There was no complaints about the idea, since sparring was a good way to sharpen skills and something Fritz enjoyed.

[eta ayano ●]

Eta's test had partially worked. He didn't have abnormal reflexes, but he did have a a defensive ability. To dodge the attack, Eta had swung her hand in a punching fashion to deflect and greet Fritz's greatsword. The two wooden blades would collide, sending his aim slightly off to her left. She then swiftly followed up with a sharp duck, coming in to sweep her leg. Would he jump? would he fall? This was a spar, it's purpose to make the participants better. But Eta was sure she had met her maximum skill level. At this point, it was a matter of who she could beat, and who she couldn't. And then there was the matter of finding ways to exploit said better fighter's weaknesses.

Once she kicked, Eta spring upwards to preform another kick, this one closer to shoulder height. Just like before, her sword was there to protect any swings for her legs.

[Fritz Jacobs]

Watching his thrust get deflected by Eta's moves caused some concern for Fritz. She was fast and experienced in the world of combat, an opponent who was decisive in movement and had quick reflexes that suggested an abnormality had taken place. These high speed reactions were nothing normal from what Fritz could tell, they had a speed to them that he could only compare to a Razor's in combat experience. The aim of his thrust was thrown off, passing harmlessly to the girl's left side as she prepared for another move. Fritz's eyes were darting about now, constantly scanning in an attempt to figure out the girl's next move, and to some avail. When Eta's body dropped down to preform a sweeping kick to his legs, Fritz had noticed and narrowly escaped from the impact with a jump. Once he had a few seconds, Fritz backpedaled a couple of steps in an attempt to create a gap between him and Eta that would possibly give him an advantage. However before he could manage to get out of range, Eta aimed a kick near his shoulder that forced him to preform a shoulder block to protect him from the blow.

In the presumably small amount of recovery time after the high kick, Fritz lashed out in a horizontal slash once again aimed for the midsection. Fritz could only guess that his best chance of winning was to forget about limbs and aim for any torso blows since they seemed easier to land.

[eta ayano ●]

The shoulder block had dismayed Eta's momentum, making her landing a wobbly. Just like before, she used her sword to deflect Fritz's slashes for her torso. Eta may be fast, but she wasn't strong. reflecting was the best way to keep damages to a minimum. After the slash, Eta crouched and lunged to the side, then pushed off her right foot to propel herself behind Fritz. It was a mere hit and run, attempting to slash his back. Whether the hit would make it's mark, she darted to the side to preform another slash. She was trying to gain speed, attempting to figure out when Fritz would be overwhelmed... If that was possible.

After her attacks she darted backwards and planted herself on her feet, prepared for any blow coming her way. your turn her eyes spoke.

[Fritz Jacobs]

Speed was clearly one of Eta's strong suits from what Fritz had witnessed. It seemed each move the girl use consisted of speed in attempts to overwhelm an opponent. However none of the blows were over powering, most seeming to gain strength from their momentum and speed. With a successful shoulder block, Fritz has slashed out only to watch Eta reflect his blow for the second time. Clearly the thin blade was a problem considering it continuously deflected his strikes. Taking a few precious seconds to decide on what he would do next, Fritz came up with a little hope. Maybe I can hit the sword hard enough to make it fly from her hands. If I remove her defense, then that could open a chance for me to strike, Fritz thought. There was a shred of regret to not removing his scabbard and sword, which was the slightest bit of extra weight.

Most would believe it to be an insignificant part of battle, but even the slightest bit of slowing seemed like a fatal asset in this spar. When Eta propelled herself behind Fritz, he hadn't quite expected it. Without much choice, Fritz summoned a skinny rectangular shield to stop the blade before it slashed successfully. He narrowly summoned the shield in time, which suggested the possibility of overwhelming him with incredible speed. Quickly, Fritz turned to face Eta who was giving him a look that suggested it was his turn. Hefting the wooden blade, Fritz hesitated momentarily to think through his plan. Eventually he launched out at Eta in a pair of slashes that had a high force to them. Fritz couldn't be certain of how much grip she had on her weapon, but this was the best attempt he had to knock Eta's thin blade away. Without a defense, there was chance that Fritz could manage to actually hit her.

[ Do you want the students to gather yet? Because that's probably when damage should start. Right now just trying to make it super intense. x3 ]

[eta ayano ●]

[ I'll do that right now! I dont mind x3 ]

* The clashes from Fritz's and Eta's battle were loud, catching the ears of most of the students. Some had wandered off from there lesson, while others hung back, but were still distracted. Even Mr. Whiteman had turned his head, barely even able to catch up with his eyes. I never taught her that. He thought. By now, he didn't care if his class was still sparring. The sudden amount of skill coming from Eta was distracting him.

Some of the students took notice of Mr. Whiteman's distracted state, and silently spun on there heels to go watch the fight. *

Eta's feet un planted when Fritz came into proximity, already seeing him power up for what she thought was going to be one strike. But sadly, she had misread him. She was late to catch up with the third or fourth strike, which made her take a step back from his slashes. Letting him strike was a mistake, a huge one. On the fifth strike, Eta miscalculated and lost grip of her sword, leaving her exposed for a second to the sixth slash. It came down on her left shoulder, making her hiss. Although it wasn't much, a small amount of blood came of her new wound. Without thought, her ability kicked in, shooting out a few blood thorns in the bloodshed's place. This would give her a window to move out of the way, side stepping and kicking for the shin.

After the kick, Eta backed off, attempting to find her weapon on the ground. Alas she spotted it, the weapon had scattered a great distance, near the feet of a few spectators. Her eyes then fell on Fritz, who was between her and her single blade. She gripped one of her wooden daggers, letting the blade lay in her hand. However, rather than coming back in to fight, Eta threw the knife. Her aiming was to get Fritz out of her way, so she could run for her sword.

[Fritz Jacobs]

[ x3 Why do I have a feeling these two will be visiting the nurse a lot? Ultimate friend rivals! ]

When students and even the professor's eyes laid on the battle between Fritz and Eta, Fritz paid no mind to them. In fact, Fritz didn't even notice they existed since his focus was solely on his formidable opponent, Eta. Whilst Fritz began slashing at Eta, he watched as a majority of the his slashes failed to knock away the blade, however the fifth managed to accomplish the goal. Out of the corner of his eye, Fritz watched as the sword that was thrown from Eta's grip and flew somewhere behind him. With that, Fritz slashed out a sixth time, which landed a blow that created a tiny wound and drew blood. Before Fritz could strike out again, thorn like needles made of blood launched at him, forcing him to instinctively backpedal and attempt to shield, however that failed. The quick thorns had managed to hit their mark, Fritz only managing to protect his eyes with his left arm. Most of the thorns sunk into his right shoulder and arm, one even managing to graze his cheek and draw some of his own blood.

The thorns had taken a good portion of Fritz's attention, which in turn had allowed Eta's kick to land on its intended location, causing Fritz to grunt from the pain. The immortal could only presume that the location Eta had kicked would transform into a bruise later in the day. More pain emanated from where the kick hit, and the force had caused Fritz to stumble back a few more steps. Quickly, Fritz recovered from the various blows, ignoring the pains in his shin and shoulder in hopes they wouldn't slow him as well. Immediately after Fritz's attention returned to the fight, he found a wooden dagger coming his way, which forced him to move right. The quick dodge would need a short recovery afterwards, especially since the cuts on Fritz's shoulder protested over the sudden movement. This recovery would probably be enough time for Eta to pass by and grab her thin sword.

[ Maybe the teacher should stop them. xD Like it gets so bad the teacher is like "OKAY, OKAY! ENOUGH!", cause then it is a tie and it could give them a reason for a rematch. ]

[eta ayano ●]

[ OMFG YAS!! Lol, once Fritz becomes a full chaser, what if he had to take Eta for mentoring XD hahaha oh man, so many good plots. I can feel them. And yes, We shall send Fritz AND Eta to the nurse after this. But not yet, the teacher is so distracted XD ]

Eta was glad Fritz had stumbled, it made her life a lot easier. After her mad dash for her weapon, Eta took her time to pick it up. Spectators backed up a bit as she stood up to her short 5'6 height, laying her eyes on Fritz, her opponent. Her enemy. And right now, knocking him around wasn't good enough for her. Your not done yet, Eta. she thought.

Then she dashed.

Propelling herself off her right leg, Eta sprinted directly towards Fritz. Once she was at her estimated five meter mark, Eta jumped and threw her legs upwards, attempting to preform an at-level drop kick. Her sword was at hand, ready to come in for a counter strike if needed.

[Fritz Jacobs]

[ Yes! Fritz is going to need an apprentice eventually. :3 ]

Helplessly, Fritz watched as Eta bolted passed to retrieve her tossed weapon. It was an unfortunate thing to watch, especially after all the effort Fritz had taken to get rid of the sword. That was the instance that Fritz knew he would have to put a little more effort into it. His green eyes watched as Eta retrieved her blade, his mind trying to think of a clever plan. Tightening his grip on the wooden sword, Fritz watched as Eta stood at her full height, sword in hand. Although his shoulder ached from the blood attack and his shin from a hard kick, Fritz looked almost unaffected by the two wounds. With focused eyes, Fritz watched as Eta began to speedily dash towards him, his sword shifted into a defensive position. However there was an unexpected turn, which was that Eta had launched herself in the air to preform a drop kick opposed to anything else. Without much of a choice, Fritz brought his sword up to himself, however the force of the kick caused him to stumble a few more steps back.