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Post by unknown on Apr 6, 2016 22:15:25 GMT
Pyrrha danced from foot to foot, her body clad in delicate bronze plate showing off her androgynous form, thin plates that fitted her slender yet girlish shape, while biologically she was ultimately male the warrior definitely didn’t think of herself as a man in this form. Fiery red hair was tied back by a black leather tie to keep it from her head as combat whipped it around in an unruly mess that never caught her eyes. She deflected a spear thrust with the haft of her spear, then another. The bigger, older, and more powerful version of herself was on the warpath. His one handed thrusts were powerful, quick, and deadly. He had more range and the muscular form was closer to what one might think when they heard Pyrrha’s true name: Achilles.
She was completely on the defensive, thrust after thrusting narrowly turned aside, narrowly missing her delicate torso. Then just as one thrust came, slightly off, she side stepped and rushed forward. A knee sliced into his groin, the older, bigger Achilles fell back, but Pyrrha had a solid grip on his spear now and in his pain she wrenched it from his hands. She threw it aside, and as Achilles tried to rush forwards and make use of his bigger size to grab and restrain Pyrrha with his large hands reaching for her arms he opened his mouth in shock. Pyrrha’s own spear jutted from his back, she pulled it back and he exploded into shards of light.
She wiped a thin layer of sweat from her forehead, she knew she was too weak, she could get better, she had to get as powerful as her older self. Part of her knew that she was only winning because of the AI, without the lesser intelligence of the holograms she’d have been beaten to a pulp.
"Remember, sidestep thrust thrust, conserve energy, block and dodge. You aren't as strong as him so don't fight head on... at least not yet... but then he could always do the same, wear me out... my endurance is lesser too..." She muttered to herself as she took her position again "Don't worry about that now Pyrrha."
Come on girl! You can do it! The girl thought to herself.
She thought to herself, taking a deep breath as the next hologram formed, once again it was an older Achilles arrayed in bronze armour, denser than the feminine Pyrrha. It was always him, and while she reached his level of raw power it always would be.
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 6, 2016 23:32:50 GMT
Hippolyta had originally come to Chaldea's virtual playground for some more generalized training. More likely than not, she would kill her afternoon boredom fighting faceless hoplites and the like. Then again, making things a little more personal might not be a poor idea. Thoughts of who she would most love to fight began to surface in her mind as she crossed the first threshold into the virtual training facility. Trading blows with the mighty Heracles would be beyond cathartic, finally indulging her desire to face him head on as a peer rather than be struck senseless while unawares. Or maybe she'd try her hand at running that bastard Theseus through. His name was just behind Heracles' on her sizable list of those who had wronged the Amazon nation. Last, but not lease there was the hero of the Trojan War, Achilles.
And for whatever reason he was standing in the middle of the room.
The Amazon's red eyes went wide at the very sight of him and immediately her mind was filled with imagined scenes of the man before her striking down her youngest sister. She didn't know how exactly he had come to be in this place but that didn't matter now. The rules of the mages who ran Chaldea didn't matter. Whatever punishments they might impose on her for what she was about to do didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but ensuring that the man before her died furiously.
Before she even realized it, she was running from the entrance at a full tilt. Her well-worn sandals tapped softly against the hard floor of the training room, each long stride bringing her closer to her prey while her sister's spear manifested in her right hand. In the midst of her charge, she became dimly aware of another individual in the room facing down mighty Achilles. In her present state of mind, Hippolyta couldn't recognize them nor did she make any attempt to do so. At this point, if they got in the way they could suffer whatever consequences might befall them. Letting loose a leonine roar, Hippolyta leaped into the air and drew back her right arm, the spear of her sisterhood held in a reverse grip pointed at the supposedly invincible warrior.
"Themyscira!" she called, invoking the true name of her primary Noble Phantasm, and let the bronze missile fly with full force. As the weapon left her hand, the fearsome weapon was met with a score of identical spears all bearing down on the war hero, intent on ending his existence in one fell swoop.
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Post by unknown on Apr 7, 2016 0:44:38 GMT
Pyrrha shouted a command to the computer, her voice shrill; she was tired of the black landscape “Computer, landscape change, the beaches of Troy.” She commanded, and quickly everything changed. Firm packed sand was beneath her sandals, and the sea air was in her lungs as she gave her high pitched war cry. She began to dance from one foot to the other, never still. She hopped back, bending slightly to avoid a stab to the throat... when someone decided to get involved.
She observed the Amazon Queen running, not knowing who she was she was caught in awe at the sheer power behind her muscular physique. It was a stride filled with momentum, and raw purpose. Truly it was superb to see. The redhead carried on cycling back, Achilles seemed to be more concerned with the newcomer, he span on the spot with a snarl as he threw his spear and drew his sword. But then Hippolyta’s spears all leaped free. He battered some aside and tried to dodge, but he wasn’t the true Achilles, just light. He roared with agony as his torso was filled with hard sharp metal. Dropping he gone in a burst of light before he hit the ground, Pyrrha gave a cheer, his thrown spear disappeared to, flashing and becoming nothing as it got to within a foot of the Amazonian.
But then the next one appeared, just behind Hippolyta, giving a brief shout as she tore into a charge of her own Pyrrha felt revitalised. She knew she was in the presence of someone tough, and secretly now she had seen the stronger, older woman part of the redhead wanted to impress her. Her lithe form tore across the sand, kicking up dust in her wake as she stabbed at the newly formed Achilles shaped spectre. He twisted from his attempt to stab Hippolyta, but though their spear hafts grated with a strange sound of wood sliding along wood, at their speed it was practically a hiss. But he wasn’t fast enough to stop the teen’s spear punching into his eye. Another burst of light.
“Keep a lookout, they could appear anywhere. Want to step the difficulty up a bit?” She asked, bothering to spare a glance at Hippy with a smile and a few deep breaths. “That was an amazing attack by the way!” She said before turning to glance around, waiting for the next one. The skirt-like part of her linothorax, deep red in colour, rustled in the wind at its just-above-knee-length.
“Computer generate 2 Achilles each time, this time add shields.” She said, she was ready to show just how good she way!
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Post by Hippolyta on Apr 8, 2016 22:13:16 GMT
Though not all of the spears stuck home, more than enough of the deadly shafts buried themselves deep into the Grecian hero's torso and without further ado, Achilles and his spear dissipated into nothing more than cubes of light before Hippolyta's eyes. She landed softly in a crouched position upon the recently arrived beaches of Troy and glanced around perplexed until the red haired warrior burst back into the scene, spearing a second Achilles through the eye. Blinking rapidly, the Amazon queen tried to make sense of the odd situation she'd found herself in. It only took a moment before she realized the true nature of it all. The man she'd just slain was not Achilles. None of these men were Achilles. It was nothing more than a false projection created by the room for training purposes, a simple fact that she'd forgotten in the midst of her inflamed passion.
Growling a bit, Hippolyta dematerialized her spear while the next two Achilles began to form. Regardless of the advantages afforded within Chaldea, Hippolyta didn't plan on developing the bad habit of simply spamming her Noble Phantasm at the first sign of trouble. For the moment, she would fight unarmed. Before engaging the nearest of the projections, Hippolyta made a half turn back towards Pyrrha and nodded once. "Good...thrust," she said plainly.
Turning back to her "Achilles", the Amazon lurched into motion. The clone was coming in with proper technique, not on par with the genuine article, but technically correct. Without bringing his shield off line, he advanced with a single powerful spear thrust. Rather than simply try to slip the thrust, Hippolyta elected to take a more...dynamic course of action. Shifting her momentum, the Amazon hopped into the air, pulling her legs up with her. Rather than an unprotected stomach, the thrust met nothing but empty air as Hippolyta thrust out with both legs, knocking the projection back into the surf. He hadn't been down a moment before she was on him again. One knee resting the weight of her body on that shield to pin it against his chest, the other leg forcing the spear hand deeper into the muddy sand beneath the water's surface. The sloshing tide splashed over her lower body, soaking her garb of fur and leather even as she leaned forward and gripped the false face of her sister's killer with one hand and pushed downwards, forcing his nose and mouth under the water.
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