[jjb2158]

Feeling Sherwood's arrow glance off of his plated torso, Savas connected his attack on Argent, knocking the lad back a few paces. Glancing over to assess the situation again, he took note of the two students taking on Suntalia, keeping her from her goal of taking down their leader. Ngggrh...how problematic he thought. Watching Argent slowly backing off and with his semblance still active for a little while more, Savas used the opportunity he was given to sprint straight towards Sherwood. Slamming Sandalphon's hilt into Metatron's head, he transformed his weapon to its final form as his huge lunges quickly closed the gap between himself and Sherwood. Leaping high into the air with Halvanhelev, Savas did a downward swing at Sherwood with enough force that would destroy nearly everything within a few paces of the area.


Smiling slightly, Suntalia was pleasantly surprised by the speed of Noctis. Being able to dodge an attack that close would be difficult for many. "Not bad!" she said gaily at the first year as she took a few paces back and activated her semblance once more. Hearing one of the others yell at Sherwood, Suntalia glanced over to note that Savas had fully entered the battle and was going for their leader. Guess I really should get serious she thought, looking first at Noctis and then at Persimmon. Pointing her spearhead at Noctis once more, she smiled at him. "Ready for the next round?" she inquired as her semblance activated. Last minute, however, she quickly pointed her weapon at Persimmon, sending a massive wave of lightning towards the ranged fighter before lunging forward at Noctis. "Dodge this!" she exclaimed happily as she sent a flurry of quick attacks with her spears towards the first year.

[willow_lark]

"Ahw heck...!" Sherwood exclaims, panic rising in his voice watching a lot of faunus and cold steel coming for his person. In the exhale of his gasp, he steadies and shoot the arrow he'd been holding waiting for separation between Savas and Argent to widen. Aiming was only a split second, given Sherwood had a pretty good idea where the faunus intended to land.

Loosing the arrow, aimed right for the monstrous upperclassman's chest, Sherwood throws all the energy he can muster into a few step and a dive underneath Savas. Rolling and letting Tristram collapse to it's secondary form, he frantically gets to his feet to turn around and face Savas. With any luck, Sherwood gained enough enough ground that when he turns around he won't be face to face with the upperclassman.

[MissyMidna]

Noctis really didn't know what to do at this point, but one thing for sure he couldn't really go with dodging everything like he had planned to do. He heard Persimmon basically tell him to take everything seriously and he was just he had no idea where to go from here. Suntalia's attack was fast making Noctis have a delayed reaction to block with Divine. The initial first attack Noctis blocked but the rest he failed to keep up. He could feel something slide down his face. "Shit" he mutters bringing his right hand to join the left on Divine's handle. Noctis gave up on trying to block and thrusts forward in a stab like motion to at least graze the shorter girl. Taking damage never seemed to bother him anyway he'd just heal himself.

[Flooberoid]

Persimmon ducked to the back of his pillar as the only form of cover available, which thankfully was pretty good given the extreme angle of Suntalia's attack from the ground. Unfortunately, all good things must have a catch, and the pillar itself was, to put it plainly, toast. A huge chunk including Persimmon's foothold was blasted from the top of the pillar, and Persimmon had a nasty fall ahead of him. Diving towards the north side of the arena, he tumbled to the ground in a very inelegant manner, knocking the wind right out of him. He lay there for a good five seconds contemplating the situation before groggily rising to his feet.

Persimmon staggered out of the dust and debris and took cover behind a boulder midway up the west wall of the arena. "I've had enough dirt in my lungs for today," he muttered under his breath. "Sorry, Sher, but your little game plan doesn't really jive with me. Time to do what I do best." With that thought, Persimmon gathered himself and prepared for excessive use of his semblance in sneaking to the northern exit of the arena.

[CptSteel]

As Argent was walking away he turned to see Sherwood rolling under Savas. Seeing that Noctis was taking on Suntalia, Argent began to make his way back, hoping that Sherwood would be able to keep Savas' attention long enough to get a hit on the girl, who, Argent imagined, would not be expecting his attack. His hammer rested on his shoulders as he tried to sneak around Savas as quickly as possible. He knew that if Savas did turn around, Argent would be able to strike him.

Nocty, just you wait on me, partner. Argent thought as he made his way toward Suntalia, not yet past Savas. As soon as Argent got to Suntalia he was going to keep attacking her until Noctis was out of her range. The faunus had no clue what he was going to do after that, though.

[jjb2158]

Landing a few hits against Noctis, Suntalia halted her barrage briefly to dodge below his stab at her. Utilizing his momentum, Suntalia stabbed one of the tips of Firestorm into the ground, using it to push herself behind her opponent. Quick drawing Areti, she felt a quick pang of sympathy for what she was about to do. No point holding back... she thought as she fired a few rounds of molten hot glass at the backside of Noctis.


Taking a direct shot from Sherwood's arrow, it did little in stopping Savas' momentum as he landed his blow, destroying a huge portion of the Arena ground. Seeing that the lad had dodged to be behind him, Savas simply pivoted his feet to turn around, Halvanhelev held behind him. Using the opportunity he was presented, Savas followed through with another vertical swing, Halvanhelev making a half-moon arc as the blade would land directly where Sherwood was standing. Even if the poor student was to dodge this attack, the momentum and force of the attack would be enough to sufficiently damage him.

[willow_lark]

Time seems to slow around Sherwood, crouched on one knee in front of Savas, as everything goes haywire. He sees Argent turn around and run towards his partner, a heroic move to be sure but an ill timed one. He sees out of the corner of his eye Persimmon leap off his pillar, and seemingly disappear. Persimmon certainly stuck to team play longer than Sherwood thought he would, and can't say he's surprised Persimmon bolted. Just another case of poor timing.

Poor timing because at this very moment, with his bow in the hand supporting his ground on the ground, and no other weapon with in reach... He had no way to truly escape the mighty blade mere feet from his skull. Time speeds up again, if only in his mind, as he makes a futile effort to dodge the attack. The massive sword slams onto Sherwood's left shoulder, and the force of his rips him off of his knee and flat on the floor. He shouts in pain, and before his breath is knocked out of him he shouts "Help-!".

[MissyMidna]

Noctis could feel the wave of fear as he felt something hot pass by and then push into his skin. He didn't even bother trying to get back up once his face met the floor. His coat was shredded along with his entire back. Realy Suntaila gave Noctis no time to even try and evade the shots of hot glass, so he decided to just take the damage.

"I'm done," Noctis says to Suntalia. "Any Idea's how to get the shards out of my back?"  He smiles as he tried to fake that he was fine. "Yo teach, I'm done for the day! Sorry boss."

[Flooberoid]

As Persimmon dashed from cover to cover, his semblance covering his tracks, he glanced over to see how the others were doing. Noctis took a nasty blow... that was gonna take some recovery for sure, but it would be useful for Persimmon later. A good talking point. Easy to pull the "we had no chance and I knew it" card. That said, were this not a simulation, would Noctis have died? More importantly, could Persimmon persuade Oberon that Noctis wouldn't have died?

These questions would have to be answered later. For now, he just needed to focus on covering the rest of the arena. A good seventy feet still stood between Persimmon and freedom.

[CptSteel]

Argent ran past Savas and made it to Suntalia, and with the help of his Semblance, swung his hammer downward toward the back of the small third-year. Argent had just got to the girl when her attack made contact with Noctis' back, so Argent couldn't stop his own attack from continuing toward the girl. though, the faunus dis manage to at least slow down his hammer.

"Noctis!" Argent called out, looking toward his partner with concern in his eyes.

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[jjb2158]

Watching Noctis go down, Suntalia shot a worried glance at the first year. However, her worried was short lived as she heard another one yell out the fallen teammate's name. Turning quickly to face the descending attack on her, she quickly threw Areti behind her as she parried the attack with Firestorm. Dodging the initial damage, the attack was still enough to push her back a few paces from where she stood. "Talk about power" she remarked, laughing slightly as she raised Firestorm in preparation to face off against Argent.


As his attack landed against Sherwood, Savas took a moment to assess the situation. Suntalia had effectively taken down another opponent and was currently being attacked by the third while the fourth was nowhere to be seen. Concern painted Savas' face as he quickly looked over the terrain to try and find Persimmon. Ngggrh...let one out of my sight and he may have just escaped he thought as he considered whether he would search for the missing opponent or assist Suntalia. It was at that moment that an image of Auburn flashed before his mind: her warm smile that could melt a cold heart, her laugh that could always bring a smile across his face...

And her eyes that stared at him as she was eaten alive before his very eyes...

Letting an angry snarl break across his face, Savas suppressed the memories and did the one thing he wished he could have done months back when he faced the large Grimm that took his meaning of life away from him.

Using the final moments of his semblance, Savas grabbed Sherwood by the leg and, spinning once, threw the lad straight towards Argent. I'm sorry Auburn...I'm sorry I couldn't help and protect you... he thought bitterly. I promise I won't let that happen again...I will always protect my comrades...no matter what. With that, Savas' semblance came to an end and, letting out a huge breath, he took a moment to recover.

[willow_lark]

Sherwood blinks a few times.

With a shake of his head, Sherwood tries to remember what just happened. Judging by the limbs he can see under him and the evenly spaced sharp pains in his shoulders, he was on top of Argent. Being thrown by Savas comes back to him in a hurry, and Sherwood's daze falls away back into combat awareness.

Not quite aware enough. Rolling off Argent Sherwood gets to his feet, only to be a few feet from the other upperclassman, her spear already at the ready. Sparing a glance at Argent, sill down (and hopefully not out), Sherwood sighs.

Sherwood grasps Tristram tightly, the limbs in their collapsed state and the sharp point between them facing outward. The thought that Tristram's collapsed from looks like a broadhead arrow floats through Sherwood's mind, and his face twerks in morbid amusement at his own observation. Grabbing an arrow from his quiver with his off hand, he strikes a pose. Not an intimidating one, just one that looks like he might know what he's doing. If Suntalia isn't paying attention.

"Ah suppose this is tha part where Ah say ah witty one liner." Sherwood says, voice as dry as leaves in a drought, reluctance obvious in tone and expression. "Ah hope you won't be disappointed, but Ah got nothing." he adds with a shrug of his brows and shoulders.

[MissyMidna]

Noctis blushed slightly hearing Argent get upset over his injury. Once Argent had pushed away Suntalia and her devil gun he sat up on his knees. It hurt to do that simple action, the shards of glass dug in deeper after every exhale.Mistakes were made. Noctis tells himself. He cringed in pain as he stood up to walk towards the side of the area where he would be out of the line of fire. Divine was being dragged behind its wielder then dropped on the ground.

[Flooberoid]

By the time the others were all down, Persimmon was moments away from reaching the exit. He looked back and saw Suntalia standing over Argent and Sherwood. As he viewed this scene, Persimmon knew there was one thing he had to do. A quick glance around verified for Persimmon that as far as he knew, Oberon wasn't watching him personally. With this reassurance, he pulled out his scroll and spoke to Sherwood in his best mockery of Sherwood's accent.

"Ah know this feeling all too well... stuck between a mad bull and a fat cow, just like back home with ma..." He snickered. "Thank me later." With that, Persimmon turned to leave the arena, mentally preparing the lines he would feed Oberon later.