《The Last Watcher》Children beating each other up with sticks and magic.
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Argent hummed happily as she leisurely strolled around the backyard, idly observing the several other kids that were also present and were either playing happily with others or just lazing about. She tapped her chin in thought as she remembered the strange boy that had come in with the Abyss Watcher, remembering how he was very eager to not let her see his face. While he could have just been shy for some reason she didn't believe that.
What was even stranger was that she felt like she knew what he was. Not like a conscious thought of recognition but something more...instinctual? was that it? She didn't know how to describe it. Her attention was suddenly brought to the backdoor of the orphanage which had opened to reveal the Abyss Watcher and the mysterious boy. The boy froze as he took one step out the door, seemingly scared of the large amount of children present.
The Abyss Watcher apparently cared for none of that and proceeded to lightly shove him onto the porch and down the stairs before his feet finally touched the grass. The Abyss Watcher walked past the boy and made his way over to the only tree in the backyard, the boy hurriedly walking after him.
As they reached the tree the Abyss Watcher looked upwards into the tree, seemingly looking for something before he pointed his sword into the branches, flicking it downwards. A decent variety of different size branches dropped onto the ground with in a clatter, bringing the attention of most of the children to the odd pair. Ignoring this, the Abyss Watcher pointed at the pile of branches as he looked to the small boy who nodded in understanding.
Without saying a word the boy walked over to the branches and picked up a medium sized branch, about the size of a sword if you scale it down to child size, swinging it a couple of times in the air before turning to face the Abyss Watcher, who had walked to the fence and leaned his own sword against it. The Abyss Watcher then turned to face the boy, bending his knees ever so slightly as he nodded.
As soon as the Abyss Watcher nodded the boy charged forward, pointing the stick at his opponent as he charged. The Abyss Watcher responded by simply stepping to the side, allowing the charging boy to sprint right past him. Confused for a moment the boy turned to face the Abyss Watcher who had taken a couple of steps back.
The boy once again tried to charge but it was as successful as his first attack with the Abyss Watcher stepping to the side once again. This time however the boy pivoted on his feet, quickly following up his first attack with a sideways sweep. This time the Abyss Watcher moved slightly quicker as he stepped backwards to avoid the swing. The boy pressed his advantage and stabbed forward in a lunge.
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This time it actually made contact! Unfortunately, that contact was the Abyss Watcher slapping away the stick out of his opponent's hands before kicking him backwards. The boy was sent rolling a short distance before coming to a stop, standing up and brushing himself off like nothing happened.
The Abyss Watcher frowned as he looked at the boy's weapon, seemingly lost in thought. He glanced around at the children who were now watching their little display in fascination, of course, no one had any idea as to why this boy was seemingly sparring with the Abyss Watcher but it sure was interesting to watch. The Abyss Watcher's eyes suddenly landed on Argent herself eyes flashing in recognition as he beckoned her over. Tilting her head in confusion she approached.
"Did you need something?" She asked, glancing to the boy who was currently busy brushing the dirt off of himself. The Abyss Watcher pointed to the pile of sticks than at her before once again pointing to the boy. She frowned for a second before piecing his messages together. He wanted her to fight the boy.
She frowned as she pondered this. On one hand she could quite possibly get hurt badly by this boy. After all if he was able to brush off that kick from the Abyss Watcher than he must be pretty strong for his age. On the other hand though, she was in dire need of some sort of combat training, or at least experience in an actual fight in which she could realistically attack back. A strange smile made it's way onto her face. And if she knew how to fight, than that meant she knew how to inflict pain. And she really liked the idea of that.
Nodding in affirmation to the Abyss Watcher she walked up to the boy she would be fighting. The boy froze up once again upon seeing her approach and took a step back before halting as he looked over Argent's shoulder to the Abyss Watcher.
Taking this opportunity Argent held out her hand, "Hello, I am Argent. The Abyss Watcher has requested that I spar against you." She said bluntly, wanting to get to the fighting part as soon as possible.
The boy stood still for a few more seconds before taking Argent's hand with with his own gloved one, "Caelan." He replied. The newly named Caelan glanced to the Abyss Watcher one more time before gesturing to the pile of sticks, signaling Argent to take one.
Walking over to said pile she pondered which one would be able to inflict the most pain in the quickest amount of time. Her eyes lingered on the longest stick for a moment before she shook her head. She needed to be able to deal pain quick, and that stick would only slow her down. Her eyes flicked to the smallest one there, about the size of a dagger. Reaching over she picked it up, giving it a few test swings and stabs before nodding to herself.
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Turning back to face Caelan she him standing a couple feet away from her, his 'sword' in held in both of his hands. Taking a deep breath she stood opposite of him, holding her 'dagger' in one hand. Caelan crouched slightly which Argent mirrored, each staring at the other with narrowed eyes, challenging the other to make the first move.
Caelan suddenly burst burst forward, closing the distance quickly before swinging for Argent's head. Yelping she leaned backwards to avoid it. The 'sword' brushed past her face by a hair's width, close enough that Argent could have sworn she felt it hitting her. Caelan refused to let Argent get any sort of time to recuperate, and brought back his 'sword' before thrusting it forwards, once again aimed at her face.
This time Argent had no choice but to block, bringing up her 'dagger' and slashing it against the side of the 'sword', causing it to go of course and once again miss her head barely. Caelan seemed to be mildly surprised by this as he didn't make any new attempts to attack. Gritting her teeth Argent went on the offensive, aiming for Caelan's neck with a slash of her 'dagger'.
Caelan immediately dodged backwards but she didn't let up, stabbing for his chest. Instead of trying to defend or dodge however he swung his 'sword' downwards, colliding with her shoulder and causing her to wince in pain and halt her attack. Caelan pressed this advantage spun around while swinging his sword, she could only widen her eyes in shock as the 'sword' made contact with the side of her head causing her to stumble and fall on her ass. She looked down, her face hidden by her silver hair which drooped in front of her.
Pain. Why did she always end up in pain. First when she was transported into this accursed world. Then the pain of fearing for her life multiple times. And now she felt pain spreading through her head and shoulder. Why didn't any one else have to feel her pain?
Her sapphire eyes started to glow, the air dropping a noticeable few degrees. Something was coursing through her right now. She didn't know what it was, or why it was there. What she did know however. was that it could help her. Help her make others feel pain.
Standing and looking up at Caelan, she found him standing there silently, his expressions hidden by that blasted hood. He did however, take a step back upon seeing her eyes, now glowing intensely while being accompanied by a chilly wind which caused her hair to drift eerily. She felt the power gathering at her feet and arms, as well as in her 'dagger', surrounding the weapon in a light blue and chilly aura.
The power in her feet suddenly burst, propelling her forward while leaving a sheet of ice where it had exploded. She closed the distance quickly and slashed downwards across his body, aiming for the most amount of damage possible. Strangely however, the aura around the dagger disappeared as it neared Caelan's body. Despite this though, the dagger continued on unimpeded, and it still carried the momentum of the swing.
The force of the swing was still very much the same that she had intended thankfully, which thanks to her enhanced arm caused Caelan to get knocked off his feet and fall on his back with a yell of pain, his hood falling off. She rushed forward once again, aiming to stab him while he was down.
This didn't last long however as her entire body suddenly constricted, causing her to scream and fall to the ground, her muscles convulsing and cramping. No. She didn't want to feel the pain again. Tears filled her eyes, at first from the sheer amount of pain she felt before morphing into tears of anger. This wasn't fair. She was just a kid technically, why did she have to go through so much. She cursed every deity she could think of, cursing them for allowing her to go through this.
The power that she had previously though to be a gift to cause others that wanted to hurt her pain now rampaged through her body in a manner similar to that of a tsunami, uncaring and out of control. She vaguely felt her body get picked up before being carried away but she didn't care. Why would she care? It would just end in pain again. Through her blurry vision she made out a faint green glow, causing her thoughts to calm slightly.
She knew this. This wouldn't bring her pain. Sure enough she felt herself drifting away into the safe haven of sleep.
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