Post by Malix on Jun 15, 2017 3:32:22 GMT -5
The swing, honed in on its target, while the Commander rose her own arm to intercept. The sudden appearance of the orb blocked his fist and launched him backwards in a spinning motion. Taking completely off guard, the cloak of misty pink Rieryoku nearly blew off of him in the torrent of wind generated from his current movement. It was enough to shake him into some semblance of thought, and in that moment his arm curled around his body and stuck out from under the other. "Hado #1: Sho!" The concussive force emanated from his entire hand instead of just his fingertips, Using the force to stop his unwanted momentum in time for his hair to come undone and wrap around his face and upper torso.
Spreading his feet apart Malix steadied himself as much as he could, but the constant energy used to maintain the shunko was taking its toll on him. His last minute spell shot didn't help things either. Even though he still wanted to rush forward and keep trying to hit the young woman, his weariness numbing pain were taking ahold of his form. Each breath hurt, signaling a potential fracture or break in his only recently mended ribs. He brought his left hand up to brush the hair from his face, clearing his vision to look at the captain.
Her demeanor was that of a concerned superior, the visual helped him try and suppress the rage back into the recesses of his mind. This was not a battle to go all out in, it wasn't even meant to be a battle. Anger still held him, but this time at what he's done these last few moments. This was all meant to be training, and due to his inability to control his anger at the enemy, he had tried to strike at the woman who had been kind enough to give him a chance to learn.
Something he wanted to learn in order to use in his next real fight, what a disappointment he was. Of course he would still fit in with the fifth, what was another hothead amongst their ranks? It only proved that he needed to practice more control over himself. So that next time he didn't lose control, but instead hold all of it even if he filled with rage again. But for the moment he still needed to do what he was asked, and that was to try and land a hit.
With a sharp inhale he rose his fists and pushed his weary body forward, sending his right fist straight out to meet Kasumi's chest in more basic form. Instead using most of his concentration to flair up what little he had left into his fist. Coating it in an almost solid sphere of energy, every trace of the Rieryoku swirled around the clenched hand as it moved out. Even if he'd gave in to the bloodlust, he still tried to give it his all.
WC-494
TWC-4588
Spreading his feet apart Malix steadied himself as much as he could, but the constant energy used to maintain the shunko was taking its toll on him. His last minute spell shot didn't help things either. Even though he still wanted to rush forward and keep trying to hit the young woman, his weariness numbing pain were taking ahold of his form. Each breath hurt, signaling a potential fracture or break in his only recently mended ribs. He brought his left hand up to brush the hair from his face, clearing his vision to look at the captain.
Her demeanor was that of a concerned superior, the visual helped him try and suppress the rage back into the recesses of his mind. This was not a battle to go all out in, it wasn't even meant to be a battle. Anger still held him, but this time at what he's done these last few moments. This was all meant to be training, and due to his inability to control his anger at the enemy, he had tried to strike at the woman who had been kind enough to give him a chance to learn.
Something he wanted to learn in order to use in his next real fight, what a disappointment he was. Of course he would still fit in with the fifth, what was another hothead amongst their ranks? It only proved that he needed to practice more control over himself. So that next time he didn't lose control, but instead hold all of it even if he filled with rage again. But for the moment he still needed to do what he was asked, and that was to try and land a hit.
With a sharp inhale he rose his fists and pushed his weary body forward, sending his right fist straight out to meet Kasumi's chest in more basic form. Instead using most of his concentration to flair up what little he had left into his fist. Coating it in an almost solid sphere of energy, every trace of the Rieryoku swirled around the clenched hand as it moved out. Even if he'd gave in to the bloodlust, he still tried to give it his all.
WC-494
TWC-4588