Start of the End [Qator]

[Seven (No. 7)]

Well Seven was lost. Glancing up at the setting sun, she glanced around her, wishing that her phone hadn’t broken. When she had figured out that she was lost, Seven had dug it out to call someone and ask that they come find her, when she had been attacked by a beast. It had been a big thing, and in her haste to finish it off, she had dropped her phone. Hundreds of pounds of beast flesh stepping on it had crushed her phone before she had dispatched the beast. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been able to be salvaged, and she couldn’t do anything but continue trying to backtrack. It would have helped to have the chocobo she had started with, but at the appearance of the beast, the half trained chocobo had dumped her and fled for safety. Seven really didn’t know where it had gone, or how it could have gotten there quite so fast, but that option was exhausted as well. So that meant good old fashioned trying to find her own way back home. The problem was that she had been so far out, in territory she hadn’t really known, and that made finding her way back difficult. If she had to say, she would say that she must be somewhere north west of Rubrum. Still, not knowing where she was, or whose land she was on, Seven tread carefully.

Stepping out on a ledge to get across a small gorge, Seven clung to the edge and wormed her way across the tiny ledge. Halfway across, her foothold slipped out from under her. “Damn it,” she muttered. Frantically grabbing for some sort of grab, Seven slid down, falling the last few feet, landing on her back. With a groan, she lay still for a moment, before cursing again and rolling back over and getting to her feet stiffly. Rolling her neck to get a kink out, Seven glanced once more at the sun, which was setting in the sky. She really needed to get back, but that didn’t seem to be likely tonight. If she didn’t return by the morning they were sure to send someone after her. Hopefully she could stumble across someone before long. Until then however, she had to try and find some shelter and get a fire built in the meantime.

She really wasn’t worried about spending a night in the wilderness alone. Hell, she’d done so plenty of times in the past, or with a few people. Besides that, she thought she could handle any beast that came her way, and if she couldn’t handle it…well she’d cross that bridge when she got there. Yawning, and wincing from the tender back, Seven shrugged and continued on, climbing up the ledge and continuing on. She hadn’t known which way to go back when the sun had been high up in the sky, but now that it was starting to set, she could determine which way was west, and was heading East in the direction Rubrum had to be in.

Glancing behind her one more time, Seven lengthened out her stride into a jog. Hopefully she could cover some more ground back toward her home. She was no coward, or a chicken by any means, but Seven would rather be safely back in Rubrum, rather then lost out in the wilderness, no idea where she was, or where she even had to go. She really did wish she still had her phone, to call someone, but she figured that it wouldn’t be long before someone realized that she should be home by now. Thank Etro that class Zero was a tight group, because they would be sure to notice her missing, especially since she had made plans with Nine tonight. Hopefully he could determine that she hadn’t just stood him up. Well, oh well, if not, then that was alright, she could make it back fine, especially since she now knew which way she was heading. Southeast to get to Rubrum, had to be, because she’d been heading west when she’d left the school. How could she have known just how far she had wandered?

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Words:; 837
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Milites/Suzaku territory
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Qator!
Notes:; Bwuahaha, the evil
Listening To:;[/b] Hero of War - Rise Against

[qator]

It was another routine. Checking out the different bases, making sure all plans were up to date and making sure no one was slacking. After having been here for a day or so, Qator wanted to return to the heart of the Milites Empire, back to where everyone important was, Qun’mi, Cid, Nimbus…he was out here with a bunch of grunt soldiers that didn’t do much of anything aside from sit around, sleep, drink, and wait for orders to go shoot someone. Okay, so long as they went out and did their job, then Qator was pleased, if not, he sure did lay down the law when it was needed. Striding through the smaller base just on the borderline of the Milites Empire and Rubrum. Far too close for his liking, but you needed a station nearly everywhere these days to keep up with the other nations. Oh well, his trip here was almost over and soon her could travel to the base near Concordia, or wherever Cid sent him next, still, he wasn’t sure how to concentrate on much today, the black brand on his right bicep was bothering him, though he tried to ignore it, sometimes it was difficult, like someone putting hot fiery coals on your skin.

As he moved to a small room with a few guards watching monitors, he looked around the room, silently he took in the entire room. Lazy men, but still, they were doing something worthwhile, and as his eye caught one of the monitors, he then stepped forward in a hurry as one man dropped his feet from the table that the screens were on and gazed at the same one Qator was looking at. “Wha-?! How did she get on our turf?” The soldier questioned out loud, as if the Brigadier General had a response. Irritated, Qator stood tall and his tone was cold and harsh. “Probably because I have lazy bums for soldiers, can’t depend on them for anything.” He hissed between his teeth before turning away, having recognized the location only a little ways out, and having recognized the uniform the silver haired girl had worn. “The Suzaku Academy student seems to have wandered a bit too far from campus, I’ll be sure to give her the probably Milites greeting, you all stay here and enjoy your naps.” Qator said with a tone of disdain as he exited the room with swift and quick steps.

Exiting the building with his stride going fast, Qator figured walking would do him some good, and it would keep himself more quiet when approaching the silver haired Suzaku student, whoever she was. She was trespassing, and if they were getting ready to initiate some sort of war, then anyone who was too close needed to be taught a lesson, but Qator began to think. If Rubrum thought themselves so high and mighty enough to send their students out here, then it was probably time to strike a little fear into their hearts. The milites were not going to be pushed back my one lousy student. No, he wasn’t going to eliminate the girl, but he was going to use her for a message, she was going to be the one to let Rubrum know just what it was they were up against, if Qator was correct and his focus was what he thought it was, some form of warfare, then this was another bonus for him. Two birds, one stone.

After a bit of walking, Qator had spotted a figure in the slight distance, he made himself less intimidating in his stride, but his features couldn’t be helped. He was tall, and his expressions were pretty cold most of the time, unless he was irritated with Qun’mi or even joking around with someone – which was rare – but this was business, nothing more. His steps were so quiet, you couldn’t even hear them, as he walked up behind the silver haired female, a girl no older than eighteen, he then let his cold voice break the silence of the area. “A little far away from your campus, don’t you think? I think you’re going to miss your next class.”

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Words:[/color] 789 <-- lol
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
Wearing:[/color] Brigadier General Uniform
Listening To:[/color] New Divide: Linkin Park
Notes:[/color] --

[Seven (No. 7)]

Finally thinking she was going in the right direction, Seven lengthened her stride, glancing once more at the setting sun. Alright, so it was getting later, but not so late that she couldn’t make it back in time for no one to be concerned. Hopefully anyway. Sighing lightly, Seven glanced over her shoulder and then jumped from a ledge onto the stony ground on the other side. Landing on bent knees, she stood there for a moment before continuing on. Being watchful was a good idea. A really good idea, especially not knowing exactly where she was. At that moment, she was cursing not having her phone. Dropping it under that beast had been just one of the many bad things that had happened that day. Hopefully things would finally look up, at least since she thought she had finally determined the way back to Rubrum. Of course, she knew that it was east of where she was currently, and judging by the setting sun, which was to her back, she could at least find a rough direction until she found a landmark that helped to place her where she actually was, instead of jut a rough idea.

The voice cut through her thoughts. Whirling around, Seven’s whip instantly appeared in her hand. Crouching down slightly, violet eyes turned upward to look at the man that had approached her without her knowing. That might be what was upsetting. Seven couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually stepped up behind her without her knowing, and she didn’t like it. Where had this blonde man even come from? Keeping her weapon in a lose grip, she looked at him up and down, a guarded expression on her face. He must have been from Byakko, just from his uniform. A soldier too, probably one of high status. All of that she determined from how he dressed and what it was that he stood like. He was a man that commanded others, and had them listen. Her eyes lingered on the eyepatch. Kurasame’s mouth guard had become almost normal, but this…she definitely wasn’t used to seeing eyepatches on people.

At his words, she shrugged, not wanting him to know that she was lost. At least not yet. Staring at him blandly, Seven shifted slightly, putting herself in a slightly more open area. If he attacked her, she would rather have more room to wield her whip properly and at its full force. He didn’t look friendly, that was for sure, but she would get used to that. Finally she shrugged, keeping her eyes centered on him, carefully watching every movement he made. “I’m not concerned about missing a few classes, nor am I worried about being away from the campus,” she finished, not raising her voice above what was needed, or making any sudden movements. As far as she knew, they weren’t at war with Byakko, but it wasn’t any secret that the relationship between both countries had been on slightly rocky terms for quite some time now. She didn’t want to do anything that would ush them past that rockiness and pushed them into an out and out war. No, she would rather live through this, go back to Rubrum, and know that there was still no war they had to deal with.

Carefully guarding both her features and what she said, Seven desperately tried to think of a way out of this, so that she could return to Rubrum safely. “Did you come to just warn me off the land? I assure you, I hadn’t meant to cross the border between countries, if that was what you were wondering. I’m afraid there a battle between a rather large beast, and he got my directions messed up somewhat. Will you let me pass?” She continued talking in hopes that he wouldn’t make an issue of her leaving. Why should he? She had done nothing wrong. Really, it had been in innocence that she had first come here, and that was the way it would stay, unless the relationship went past the rocky stage it was in right now.

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Words:; 831
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Byakko nation
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Qator!
Notes:; Crappy post was crappy D8
Listening To:;[/b] Someone - Earshot

[qator]

This was grand, the perfect opportunity to warn Rubrum of who they would be dealing with soon enough. Qator couldn’t help but smirk as he trailed quickly after the silver haired girl, he oh so loved war and all that things that came with it. He wanted to make Rubrum scared, to make every student, instructor, and citizen shake in their boots because of the looming threat from Cid Aulstyne and the Milites Empire. There was nothing funny about this, but Qator found it amusing, at least to himself, he found that being a high ranking and very powerful military leader to be exactly what he wanted since he was a small boy. Though it was dark, and very inhumane at times, War was a part of life, people had to realize that, and soon they would, once the Milites marched on Rubrum’s border and territory, they would soon know that war was on their doorsteps, and Qator would be leading them in Cid Aulstyne’s name.

Spotting the young woman, Qator still had that sinister smirk on his face as he quietly shadowed her footsteps, his voice cutting through her thoughts and it was obvious seeing her whirl around. His voice was rather polite, but dark at the same time. He stared down at the silver haired girl with his one good eye, his arms folding across his chest as he tried to seem like a genuinely concerned individual, which he was not. “Hmm, a good student would be worried about messing up their attendance record.” He smirked, a look of amusement crossing his face as he shrugged his shoulders, wanting to drop the friendly individual act and get down to business. This girl was the key to making Rubrum afraid, he wouldn’t kill her, she should be thankful for that because…he definitely could if he felt it was the right thing to do, but her soon-to-be severe condition would be a message, no written sentiment towards the leader of Rubrum, to Chival, but this broken girl would be louder than words could ever be.

Nodding slightly, listening to the young lady’s words, Qator placed a hand under his chin and seemed to ponder the thought. She got her directions turned around? Didn’t mean to trespass? How polite of her. “That’s a very well thought out statement, Miss.” He said giving her almost a polite look as he took a small step towards her, moving his arms from being folded across his chest and letting them fall at his sides. “As polite as your request seems, I’m afraid I have better plans for you. I would like you to deliver a message to Rubrum for me, to Chival, it’s very important and he’ll want to know right away. Once I give you the message, I’ll let you be on your way.” He said, that polite and understanding tone still in effect as he held out an arm towards where the base was, but they wouldn’t make it that far, and if this silver haired girl didn’t fall for his well acted out polite piece, then he’d strike her down right here, right now. She could either walk a bit and not suffer until later, or just get the pain over with right now and be dumped on Rubrum’s door steps. “Do a busy man a favor, and all will be well, Miss.”

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Words:[/color] 665
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
Wearing:[/color] Brigadier General Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Dancing Dead: Avenged Sevenfold
Notes:[/color] Sorry for the short!

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven shrugged, keeping a close eye on him as he moved, noting every movement he made. She stood her ground, but she could feel the tension as it rose higher and higher. Keeping an attentive eye on him, her palms started to sweat from the tension that he was giving off. His calm façade might fool some, but she was sure he was just wanting to get his hands on her to teach her a lesson of some sort. Why she had no idea. She was, after all, just a student. What could he possibly want with her? It didn’t make sense. Seven knew the relationship between Sazaku and Byakko wasn’t the greatest, it had been rocky for quite some time, but she didn’t think anything would come of this. He was too smart to start anything he couldn’t finish, right? Sazaku would win in a war…wouldn’t they? Who wanted to start a war like that? She couldn’t imagine anyone who would. Still she followed every movement she could make out, whether it be him taking a step or as little a thing as blinking his eyes. Wearily she shifted slightly, wiping her palm on her skirt quietly, hoping he didn’t notice and know she was nervous…or was weary a better word for it? She wasn’t sure, but something about her demeanor warned her that something was amiss. “My attendance record will be fine if I miss a day,” she said, knowing that despite the polite small talk, there was something else that was underlying the conversation.

His compliment, -if it was even that, which she doubted- about being well thought out caused her to show nothing that she was thinking. She stood still, just watched him with weary eyes, no emotion on her face, saying nothing. She didn’t know what he was fishing for, but she was going to give him absolutely nothing. Yes, absolutely nothing. Still, that was easier said then done. Thank Etro she had always been good at guarding her emotions. Seven was also glad that it had been her out here instead of some of the other students. Deuce, Cinque, Jack or the like might not be able to do any guarding of their emotions. She felt even wearier when he dropped his arms and started walking toward her, yet she held her ground stubbornly, unwilling to back up and in effect, back down from him. Whoever he was, whatever his position, he was obviously a ‘big man’ when it came to the army. Well, she was in the right here, and so she held her ground, a determined set in her jaw.

Just as she had thought. His politeness was just a façade. Glancing at him wearily still, she didn’t say anything for a moment before looking him in the eye, unafraid, even if she probably should be. Despite him saying that she could go on her way, somehow she also thought that was a false statement. Everything about him seemed false. “How do I know that you’ll let me walk away from here with this said message?”, she asked quietly, but all ready to attack him at the first sign of hostility. Perhaps attacking a Byakko soldier with how rocky their relationship between countries was a bad idea, but at that moment Seven didn’t give a damn. He was here, threatening her, and all she wanted to do was return to Rubrum. “Somehow, I don’t believe you, but what's the message?” Her eyes started sparking just a bit with anger before she hurriedly forced herself to dampen them back down to the cold, calculating look she normally had, not wanting to give him any upper hand. “You may think I’m stupid just because I’m a student, but I’m not.”, she started then. “We’re going to have to do this the hard way regardless of what option I pick.”, she finally stated, ready to summon her whip at a moments notice. “Am I right?”

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Words:; 817
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Byakko empire
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Qator
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/b] --

[qator]

This girl really was out of her league, Qator was being surprisingly pleasant to her right now. He could’ve just struck her down without so much as a single word, it would’ve made things easier, but he knew she was part of the elite class, Class Zero, due to her uniform. It only reminded him about his hatred for Rubrum, more like his hatred for former enemies. With a small chuckle escaping his lips, he looked at the shorter silver haired student, his arms casually folded behind his back. “I assure you that you’ll make it to Rubrum. No sense in creating unwanted tensions, right?” he said raising an eyebrow and taking in her movements. She didn’t seem all that afraid, but there were a few movements she had that indicated that she was far from trusting. That was wise of her, but it would be difficult to play around that, women were stubborn when it came to their feelings as it was…might as well get this one over with hm?

“Chival needs to be aware of our…already high tensions. As well as the relationship between us and the other two nations, I do hope he has preparations ready should something happen. I’d had to see his youth get killed in battle.” His tone was a bit darker, his expression less polite, more wicked and borderline evil. Keeping still though, not making sudden movements to startle the girl, Qator then moved his arms slowly to the front of himself, watching as his sword materialized into his left hand. He eyed the blade up and down and just kept a wicked smirk on his face. “You had the choice whether or not we did this the easy or difficult way, you have no one to blame but yourself for the danger you are placing on the shoulders of your nation, on your classmates.” He said before his sharp blue eye settled on Seven once more, his smirk had disappeared, replaced with a more emotionless look on his face. His eyebrows furrowed a bit though as he then made a quick move and his pistol appeared in his right hand aiming it already at the silver haired girl. This was going to be her fault, he was going to make sure she knew it too.

What better way to warn Rubrum about an oncoming war then sending one of their most beloved students back to their doorstep with all sorts of bumps and bruises? He wasn’t going to kill her, by no means was he intending for that. This was all just a part of his own personal plan to strike fear into the hearts of those Rubrum citizens, and of course, their elite forces as well. Cid would be pleased with his tactics, of that Qator was sure. “So, are you so confident and fearless to risk your nation? How incredibly idiotic. What is it Kurasame is teaching you kids these days? Face your fears? Stand up to bullies? Don’t you know that’s the reason bad things happen? Perhaps it’s you who needs a new lesson about the ways of war.” He spoke in a warning voice, waiting for her weapon to be summoned, this would be a grand battle, but overall, they both had to know that Qator had the upper hand. He had experience, he muscle behind his weapons as well, there were many things he’d been through in his lifetime, he wasn’t Brigadier General for nothing.

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Words:[/color] 678
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
Wearing:[/color] Brigadier General Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Avenged Sevenfold
Notes:[/color] So so so sorry for the wait! D8

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven felt like laughing at this crap he was trying to pull. Did he really think she was so stupid? Shaking her head, she didn’t say much about his question on tension. No, he was being annoying right now, with this little façade of how everything would be alright if she just did things his way, did whatever it was that he wanted. Well she didn’t really give a damn what he wanted or what he thought she should do. Seven would make her own decisions, and never did those decisions mean that she would run from anything. No, she wasn’t going to run. Not now, not ever. This was ticking her off, and she would do whatever it was that she thought she should do. His ‘oh you’ll be fine’ was just a joke. If he was going to harm her, he would do it whether or not she listened to him. The strong tended to prey upon any that were weaker then they were. This man would be no different then that.

Once again she felt like laughing in his face. Shaking her head, her gaze bored into him as he talked about Chival and the tension between their nations. They all knew of the tension. It had been building and building ever since Cid had become the leader of the Byakko empire. His rule had been one of tyranny, and she knew that the man was thirsty for more and more power. Men that lusted after power wouldn’t stop just because they had a small amount of what they wanted. Cid had to want it all, and that was why he wouldn’t quit. He wanted not only the Byakko empire, but Sukazu and the other countries as well. He wanted to be the ‘biggest and baddest of them all’. Well that became a problem when he wanted to trample her home, her friends, and her country under his feet while he tried to do that. “You think you’re clever, you think your army is the best. But a school full of these ‘children’, as you call us, would stand up against you. Men and women are borne from children who are forced into maturity. Age doesn’t matter. Tell that to the dog you call a leader.”

That would set him off for sure. Of course, the sword materializing in his hand was a clear indication of that. Very clear. Hell, he could try if he wanted. Perhaps he was stronger then her. Perhaps he would kill her. But she would go down prideful and courageous. He couldn’t take that away from her. “You call us children, when it’s you that cannot control your own temper. Who’s childish of both of us?” Standing confidently, Seven watched every movement he made, calculating his actions and wondering just how strong he would be. She hadn’t fought him, of course, but she had heard stories of the man with the eyepatch. Qator Bashtar. Kurasame’s enemy. From what she had heard, they had quite the history together. So she watched as he brought a gun into his hand as well. Still, she remained unafraid, with an indifferent look on her face. “Why don’t you quit flapping your tongue and find our for yourself what Kurasame has been teaching us. Does it bother you, Bashtar? Does it bother you that no matter what you do to me, that Rubrum will win?” Her whip appeared in her hands. “You can talk, but so far that’s all you’ve proved to be good at.”, she spoke out calmly. Yet she didn’t kid herself. This man was powerful, he rivaled Kurasame. And that was saying something. She might not make it out of here alive. It was a high possibility. But…that wasn’t going to stop her.

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Words:; 781
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Byakko empire
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Qator
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/b] Closing Time -Semisonic

[qator]

Insolence, such disrespect. Thie girl obviously had her head in the clouds. Qator simply smirked at her snarky words. It would almost be disappointing to send her back to Rubrum, but whatever, it was all part of the plan wasn’t it? It would be a good warning and a great reminder to that confident little nation of what the Milites really could do, singlehandedly actually. If Qator could break down some of the spirits within that nation, especially within the elite group of Class Zero, then things would be a little simpler. “Age doesn’t matter? Experience comes with age, that is something you have yet to understand. You have yet to taste what war is, kid.” He spoke darkly and seriously as he emphasized the word ‘Kid’, it was a true thing, those who didn’t have as much experience didn’t know what it was to expect. Qator had been there once upon a time in his life, but here he was, roughly 10 years older than this girl, she really had no idea what war was like…boy was she about to get a wakeup call.

Qator saw through her plan. Trying to get a rise out of him, it made him smirk again, a light chuckle actually escaped his lips even though he didn’t think any of this was humorous. His one visible eye burned into her, trying to read past her oh so confident stance and facial expression. “You’re words do not faze me, so if you’re trying to upset me with words of Kurasame or how Rubrum will succeed, you can cut the crap.” He spoke unamused as his weapons were in his hands, he was ready to lay the smack down, to make this girl shut up for real, because if she didn’t and at the rate she was flapping her own tongue – hypocrite – she was going to get herself killed. Oh well, should it come to that, Qator could always find some other way to scare Ruburm…but of course her corpse would be a nice way to strike fear into their hearts, still, he needed her alive no matter what. She needed to voice what happened, what was to come and her worries. If she thought she wasn’t worried now, then she was dead wrong, the worries and horrors would sink in soon enough…he’d make sure of it.

Keeping his own mouth shut and his mind locked on all seriousness, Qator looked towards the whip wielder and didn’t even see her as much of a threat, if he got his way, this battle would be easy enough. He just needed to knock her around some, enough to make her stop counter attacking – which he would be prepared to take on – and then he could take her to Rubrum. Manners didn’t apply here, there was no ‘ladies first’, so instead, Qator still had his gun raised and pointed at her, shifting his aim only slightly so that his aim wasn’t going for her head and instead went for her right shoulder, he let his hand quickly press against the trigger a series of times, aiming for her and watching her should she move, able to move with her movements as well and go from there. Though he was just going to beat her down, that didn’t mean the pain he inflicted would be simply bruises and maybe a scratch or two, this was no mercy, not anymore. Rubrum was going to be mighty surprised when they got a broken and bloody Seven on their doorstep, hell, Qator was almost disappointed he wouldn’t see all of their shocked faces himself, that was quite the image.

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Words:[/color] 702
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
Wearing:[/color] Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Avenged Sevenfold
Notes:[/color] Feel free to godmod!

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven had always been a realist. People like Deuce and Cinque were the dreamers, but she…she knew the difference between reality and fantasy. And just like that, standing here in front of the man, she knew that the possibilities of her coming through this alive were slim, unscathed nearly impossible. Yet she was ready for it, prepared for it. Yes, Seven would do whatever needed to make sure that Rubrum was alright. If she had to go down to take this menace down, then she would try. She had confidence, - and true confidence, not just cocky determination – that would assist her in this battle. Still, if she couldn’t, then she would give Rubrum a name for determination and courage. She would not run. She could not run. Arecia had taught them to stand up for what they believed, and this…this was a case like such. Yes, Seven would proudly stand her ground and represent Rubrum. The ‘kid’ didn’t bother her. She was a kid! And here, watch a kid kick his ass and hand it back to him. So she shrugged, “Then show me,” she calmly spoke out, ready and prepared for him to attack her.

Her grin was unexpected, and rare for her, yet there was a steel behind it. An iron will, and a taunt in her violet eyes that was so unlike her. Kurasame had struck a chord within him, even if he refused to admit it. “Then what are you waiting for, Byakko lapdog?” With her whip in her hand, Seven mentally prepared herself for what was to come. She had fought plenty of times in her life, yet…had it ever been a fight for her life then? Sparring with Kurasame had taught her plenty, and going against artillery had as well. She was strong and she could hold her own. Seven was sure that she could at least hold her own in this situation. Confident…but not cocky. No, Seven knew what she was capable of, but didn’t know what he was. Still, he was Kurasame’s equal, and that… She would admit she was nowhere near the same strength as Kurasame. Her best hope was to try and hurt him as much as possible before he struck her down. And hell…she would do just that. Bring it on. She could handle pain, and she could handle war, no matter what he said.

Balancing on the balls of her feet, Seven studied him intently. She refused to make the first move, so it was up to him. She knew that she was going to have to be defensive in her fighting, and so that meant she would need to keep on guard constantly. Out and out physical she would never win. He was stronger. But…it wasn’t always the strongest that won. So she was prepared when he shot at her. Seven had sparred with King enough times to expect what a ‘shooter’ would do. And so she twisted down and away, landing on one knee, her other leg stretched out, before she whirled back up, a searing pain having shot through her arm. So one had grazed her, but nothing serious. With a grunt, she drew her arm back, slamming the length of her whip down in a long line in front of her. The result of that was a rumble of the ground, before Seven back flipped to her feet, whirling her arm in a circle to have her chained whip end arc around where Qator was standing. She would love to ‘catch’ him. And if she could, she would make sure that the electrocution that would run through his body would hurt.

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Words:; 747
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Byakko territory
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Qator
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/b] I'm With You - Avril Lavigne