Mask the Fire (Jayr/OPEN to ALL)

[David Blaze]

She was nervous, caught off gaurd. By formal, of course, he meant that it was...bland. Cliche'. He wanted something out of the norm, but he guessed she probably understood that and was just teasing him. He gave a self-assured shrug.

"You have a choice- you don't have to."

She did have a choice, for he had thought of something that would probably be even more infuriating to his leader. He said test her any way he liked...he almost laughed alout at the absurdity of his logic. He knew exactly what was wanted...but he sighed.

"We could, i don't know, Play a trivia game, or Chess, or something." He placed a hand behind his head, giving a nervous chuckle. Those were tests, right? Tests of intelligence, logic, reason. Total opposites of what Jack wanted, he was sure. Right now, he would like David to be standing over the body of the Captain, crying out in exhaltation at the blood soaked into his fingertips. But David...well, David sorta had a different approach. He was no longer the leap before you look types. He wanted to scope the girl out, get a measure of her strengths and weaknesses. He had spent years masking his movements to hide his strengths, to hide any way of noticing if he could fight, how he fought, or how he carried himself. He cleared his throat.

"If it sounds boring, i understand. You probably have better things to do anyway, i'm sure."

[Jack]

Jack smiled to himself, he enjoyed this he had always picked the losing side, the dishonorable, evil side yet wasn't there great honor and respect in serving your masters? Jack is and forever will be the faithful servant of Stein Archist, the demon, the creator of the Neo Samuri combat system. Jack trusted David to do as Jack had asked him, test her in any way he saw fit. David was a highly intelligent being, one far smarter and capable then Jack, he was sure there were many paths and scenario's he himself had not thought about and Jack trusted that by the end of his little confrontation he would have thought many if not all of them through to much detail. Jack was interested in one thing and that was power, however it was not just quite time for Deorc Veritas' martial division to reveal their true colors. It wasn't time for the red purple and black to fill the school.

That would spoil the fun, it would be done carefully and accurately with a finesse that only the elite, the best of the best could deliver. Jack chuckled at the idea as he opened a class room and there waited for him was three students two strong looking males and one delicate female. His cold stare found them all.

"Gentlemen" He looked at the two men before turning to the girl "My Lady" Smirking he removed his tie and placed his wallet, keys, smokes ect on the school desk. Making sure the door was closed he would pace toward them, cracking his knuckles.

"Let's get this over with shall we?"

/Exit

[Jayr Byrne]

Testing, testing, 1. 2. 3.

Jayr broke off into a long laugh, breaking free of the realm of giggling turning into a long curling laughter. She though it was funny, guys were so funny some time, they came out all upfront and blunt but when meeting such a result of confusion they would second guess themselves, at least thats how she interpreted things. He may have just been self-righteous and figured her to be strongly opposed to it.

"Sorry.." A hand would move up to cover her mouth as she looked down at the ground not out of shame but more so a sense of looking for a clean place to sit.

Leaning down Jayr would sit in the middle of the field crossing her legs Indian style plopping her hands on her knees and patting them away lightly sending the audible taps upwards.

"I though you just needed to have a work out?" A curious enough statement giving him something of a cocked eyebrow, yes she caught onto him red handed if he was just out to work out why would he be reasoning with sets of games or things that regarded competition. So essentially he assumed David was testing her.

"So you can't get to know me without some kind of test?" A smile regardless of his pretenses, she didn't care to be quite honest of his methods, no paranoia or fear. Everyone deserved their chance.

"Want to just talk?" She'd make a large huff flipping her hair back quickly and settling her hands into her lap. "Frankly of course."

[David Blaze]

"Mmm."

Quite an assumption to make- he smiled in return.

"Actually, i stated i wanted a work out. I could mean mind or body, though body is preferable. I'd love to see what the School Captain is made of, y'know?" time was wearing down in his mind. He was trying to give this girl a chance, but she seemed to close all doors on him, trying to force him into a position where they could potentially become enemies without actually needing to. He just wanted to make the transition into a fight as easily and friendly as possible, but instead the girl sat on the grass, asking him to have a talk. He stood and stared mulling over what she said. He cracked his neck, closing his eyes, letting out a slight sigh. Could he have a talk? Yes. Blunt and frank. Definitely. He already had orders, however, to try and keep under wraps what exactly he was a part of, so instead he opened his eyes, staring at her before unzipping his sweater.

There was no way to avoid it, he guessed, without stating his reasons for fighting.

He lunged forward, the sweater falling off his back with ease as he aimed a punch downward toward her. If she rolled out of the way, dodging it, he would punch the earth, his arm embedding a couple inches before being torn out, covered in dirt.

"Captain...my apologies. Though i do this for another reason, i hope you can take it as a test of my own capabilities. You seem rather...alone, short of allies." He shrugged. "I hope we can be friends when this is over."

He wondered if that sounded like he planned on beating her into the cement- no. He planned on doing exactly as she expected him to do. Test her. He only wanted to see her abilities, not actually defeat her in battle, for doing so would pass the title into his hands, and that was something he did not wish for in the slightest.

[Jayr Byrne]

The weight of the Earth.

Jayr would settle in quite innocently, of course she'd always been on guard with people she didn't understand; though like anyone with a high opinion of themselves Jayr had an idea of the type of person David was. He thought highly of himself as well which made his actions considerable more predictable at least on a conversational level. The strike itself, well that was something Jayr hadn't predicted.

The crash of thunder it would seem would erupt in the short space as both characters moved, Jayr flinging her hands up as swift as she could manage in an attempt at defiance. The clash would be immense but she'd get them up just enough. David's speed was incredible, the pain rippling through her arms but surprisingly not as harsh as others would.

"Captain...my apologies. Though i do this for another reason, i hope you can take it as a test of my own capabilities. You seem rather...alone, short of allies." He shrugged. "I hope we can be friends when this is over."

It was intimidating, the rupturing force behind such a behemoth of course made her breath linger, hovering in the air as time ticked by heavy breath's of wind pulsing in her chest as she lingered there defensively her arms angled up in a shield to protect her chest and face.

"And I David hope things can be better."

Jayr would mouth out simply, the words he said having struck a sharp note further than his strike. 'You seem rather alone.' Who could aim a sharper knife than a word like that. She'd find her eyes narrowing as though there was something the world knew that she didn't. First this Nova and now David. It seemed like something wads just beyond her control. And that in itself left her afraid, more for those around her than herself but Jayr found it impossible to find that what she needed.

"Yc Almebca E crymm hajan mea tufh"

The words being spoken from the heart rather than the head not cognitively settling. Jayr's eyes would lock on him an optimistic distraction as her right leg would sweep out trying to hook at the feet. If successful she'd use David's weight to pull herself up and him down to which she'd launch out with a left elbow to the face. If he fell back she'd continue forward driving her left knee into his gut. The offensive wasn't her strong point but he made it so that an offensive was then again necessary to process.

Strength: 68
Dexterity: 63
Constitution: 63
Intelligence: 29
Wisdom: 48
Charisma: 66 +9 = 75

Sol's Dictum: 1/5
Medal of Valor: 1/5

[David Blaze]

David smiled. He had hoped to hear that. He didn't intend for the girl to get the image of a self righteous, self absorbed male who thought the world of himself. He knew his own capabilities, his own tactics. He thought, perhaps, the girls eyes showed more than his words did. She seemed...uncontrolled in her new title, unrefined. He simply wanted her to show more control and strength. His words weren't meant to mock, and his most recent speech was simply to plant the thought that, perhaps, it might be difficult to run a school completely on your own, and she should hasten the naming of her pillars. Sure, it was a process like any others, but if she didn't even have any in mind...well...

His eyes narrowed immediately at her Dragon speech. How did she...? She was no Dragon, as far as he knew. Then again, Leon and Gabriel had been naming them left and right...he guessed, perhaps, he was more selective in his process, as he had yet to name one at all. Still, the fact that she had the title made him more wary of her, since she would have had to prove her capabilities in order to claim such a reward. He stepped back quickly, out of the way of her sweep. It was a small dodge, almost like he just did in on habit, to avoid a falling object or something thrown in his direction. Her knee, however... He grinned. He knee would fly upward, slamming straight into him, driving the wind from his lungs as he felt the strength in her small frame.

He would snap his hands into action as the contact was made. His left would wrap around the leg, mid thigh, lifting up to destabilize her balance. His right would blant on her chest, directly between her breasts. He then charged forward, lifting her off her feet and into the air. He knew his right hand would keep her at arms distance, preventing her hands from grasping his head, as his reach was far longer than hers. Then, in a fluid step, he would slam downward, moving to crush her body directly into the cement, the force of the throw making a grip on his arm hard to sustain, in case that were to be the case. It would hurt, definitely, but he held back a little on his strength, not wanting to make him appear totally out of control, or like he was trying to injure her bodily.

He would then leap left, planting his left hand on a bench to flip his body back over and on to his feet, where he would speak to her as she got up, if the entire attack went through.

"E hajan aqbaldat oui du. Pid y Lybdyeh, ajah y Tnykuh, Lyh'd aqbald du meja yc maytan ymuha. Oui haat vneahtc, yht ymmeac."

He looked around, his eyes coming back to Jayr with authority.

"E ys dra Yadranym Tnykuh, maytan uv dras ymm. Fru hysat oui?"

[Jayr Byrne]

Ebb and Flow

Jayr for the record was no push over and she would prove as such taking his speed as just another hurtle. Fast as he was his actions were very pressed for a tact that she was keen on. With the grapple of her upper thigh Jayr would retract back naturally her weight falling backwards but also alleviating a bit of room between his own grip. Then his check to her chest. A large hiss coming from the depths of her throat as Jayr sensed another asshole bent on harassing her. Even if the push was strategic in pushing her back JAyr wouldn't like it.

With a roll, Jayr's left heel would push up directly into David's upper, inner thigh right around the crotch region for her own support preventing her from falling. Assuming he didn't let go of course Jayr would push harder, keep in mind she was wearing stiletto heels, the sharp objects becoming daggers that'd pierce the skin. Rolling out beneath his grip on her chest there'd be nothing dividing her from grappling him any longer.

Somewhat side straddling David her right arm would loop around his neck into a noose pulling forcefully at his trachea before thrusting all weight into her abs and that planted left to throw him to the ground her grip locked up as her hands conjoined extrapolating the force.

"Do you speak from Experience David, because you don't know me." Jayr would retaliate a bit of a sharp taste in her mouth. He was making assumptions now, there was nothing in her that'd make her be assumed a loner type not in the slightest.

'Nova.'

The thought ringing in her head in the dark tone the boy used who'd attacked her. Biting back on her tongue she refused to say it, that was all just a dream, she wouldn't be the one that was crazy.

Strength: 68
Dexterity: 63
Constitution: 63
Intelligence: 29
Wisdom: 48
Charisma: 66 +10 = 76

Sol's Dictum: 2/5
Medal of Valor: 2/5