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Battle Between Master and Servant[]
Nova Furea
-::- the sound of chains and straps being pulled together would be heard as dexterous fingers flitted to and fro putting notches here and there, upon Nova's back would be six blades, all about an inch and a half in length, the weight seemed to not encumber his form whatsoever as he had been training with them for quite some time, Nova then picked up the two blades upon the bed and sheathed them on either sides of his hips, the blades being straight swords were sectioned off at the tops with corresponding grooves as if they could segment onto one another, the skin tight leather suit would be fitted with spandex underneath the black leather on top of this for comfort and stayle, the ankle high combat boots would be light and accenting to his attire. Walking out into the hall, nova made his way to the training facility with great paces his body was still marred; covered with scars here and there from his excessive training, however he was certain his training had taken him in the direction of the crimson swordsman. The wind resistance around his form felt unhindered and it seemed the very airflow bent to his will as he walked he felt these currents part away as if they were the red sea for moses. waving his arms and legs offered little to no air resistance he was finding his own form of inhuman swordsmanship training in a similar manner to his friend; seeking that which is only found through death. finding solace in a life covered in blood. the clanging of his boots met the metal plating that made up the facility. walking into the room the other members of the zodiac twelve bowed at his arrival nodding at the increasing magnitude of the coming battle. it was at this point Nova moved to the center of the training facility domed in shape the room was made of titanium alloy, strong durable and many feet thick. the entire dome that made up this room took up about a good half mile radius, though this was just a drop in the pondas the seikihiko mountains were many, many miles in either direction some od 150 or more. Nova's hair had grown from lack of cutting it and still as wild as it was prior it seemed to have grown to a shoulder length now, his black eyes focused on the field at hand and he took into mind his opponent, Lucian had never seen Nova's true capability nor had he ever seen his. Because of this the two had nothing to guage each others abilities on but motty rumors and misguided assumptions this however would be remedied today. "come Lucian, let us begin." -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
"Hm? Try not to die my Lord" A little of Lucian's romanian slipped out with the pronunciation of the word Lord he made a odd addition to the end making it sound rather strange but after his response he'd have his left hand perch atop the handle of the blade but his arm kinda resting along the length of the sheath. His fingers hung a little passed the base of the hilt and his usual gloves were visually unwraveling causing the sight of threads gleaming from light reflecting off of them before disappearing from view entirely; the sound of metal gliding against the soft material of his vest and pants but the only thing visable that gave hint to the source of these sounds was the subtle movement harldy distinguishable by normal human perception it was the black moon blades on his legs shifting ever so subtly in their holsters/casings on the outside of his thighs. Shifting his left foot back on the ball of his foot in a small semi circle behind his right but, this small movement was an act of deception which hid the blades movement from his left thigh slipping completely free of their casings but again this was out of view. The following movement after his left foot/leg was his right hand crossing his abdomen as if he was going to bow but he didn't he stayed perfectly straight and the hidden intentions of this was the same as the odd cause of the blades on his thighs nearly invisible threas were attaching to some of the blades located on his back. On the otherhand the same thing was going on from his left hand's fingertips and to disguise this act he flicked and wriggled the fingers of his left hand tapping his nails against the hilt of the sword one by one so that it'd seem less suspicious. Lucian had made all the preparations he could under his present state and felt quite proud seeing his previous Master with a similar set-up in terms of weaponry to that of his own, even without teaching him no less so it was a similar feeling to a father and child tradition had been passed on. Lucian struggled to restrain himself from his usual bloodthirsty psychotic behavior during combative situations, his whole body was tensing up as he held back the urge to rush forward like a mad animal. In that the presence of the restraint and killing intent conflicting with one another caused a spiraling flow of air around himself and then immediately flattened it with a powerful overbaring pressure from the killing intent came down spreading a small amount of dirt in a two foot radius around him which was caused by the air current.
Nova Furea
-::- Unsheathing his dual wielded 4 foot blades, Dexterous motions housed them in either hands the proximity between the two males was comfortable enough for him to do so, Lucian naturally would realise this he was sure and possibly unsheathe his own weapons if he had any, Nova's flitting motions upon light footed treads lead him in lucians direction the clanging of metal created a sound that wafted evenly throughout the area, clenching his right fist tightly around the blade his lfet fist following suit he would continue to advance in the male lucians direction "burst, break the barriers, the very barriers that divide sound and speed!" during his rapid sprint Nova's leg bounded into the very ground he stepped upon turning in a complete 360 degree radius, an almost in-human action, If not for his prolonged training he might have lost footing; upon this turn it seemed the very air caved in upon itself and with a booming propulsion expanded, the singing of his swords was nigh as the air currents around him began to fluxuate, eventually After Nova closed the gap between him and Lucian to a more appropriate 25 feet he stood steadfast in place, this mad dance of blades continued here, his prolonged exposure to fighting twelve men at once began to show. the airs density his to command as invisibly thick layers of pressure conformed around him dense pockets that would not away or toward the body, upon completing the dance the twin blades cut through this very same air pocket at pressures most would think uncuttable, but oh how Nova sliced through this cocoon of pressure tearing the very barrier of sound and expansion of which would have rended someone asunder if they were in close proximities however Novas goal was not to cut anyone at this time cutting this dense air pocket served another purpose as it began to spin, rapidly covering his form in a air barrier that was as fast and as dense as a 115mph tornadoe, this barrier exuded the force of such as the dust and surrounding metal upon the ground were marred, Nova looked in Lucian's direction slamming both these small swords together a mechanism triggered within the blades creating a decently sized claymore, spinning the claymore over his head this air pocket moved upward, spinning the sword with both hands in a rapid constant motion the winds around him responded coning around the claymore and conforming becoming more miniscule in size and stature, his eyes gazed upon Lucian; he knew he wouldn't be oblivious for long he may evenvery well know what he was about to do but Nova stood preparing such an ability for his old butler. "don't worry about me Lucian, I don't fear death; I've welcomed it just as you have multiple times during this month I've been away I've been at the steps of deaths door, not once have I cowered in its wake. and if death were to take me here I do not deserve to be the leader of the 12. you should know that better than anyone. we will hold nothing back, however the goal for me here is not to die, and it is not even to win. I merely wish to learn the secrets to both the cuza's and the furea's the ability to kill without chi without power, just raw unbridled talent!! REVEAL OUR BLOODLINES TO ME!!!" -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
With the unveiling of Nova's new found skill with blades it was obvious his Black Moon wasn't going to matter in terms of offense but he'd surely show him some interesting swordsmanship of his own. His right hand which was infront of his abdomen had swiftly with great speed grasped the handle to his trusted blade and in a flurry of three movements his blade was unsheathed three different times the first was in a horizontal slash in his Master's direction that display of wind was definately something but the second slash was diagonal coming a little higher than shoulder height before it went back through its course into the sheath again. The third was made with his left hand after the right went back to his side, his left hand grasping the sword in a reverse grip rising forward pulling the blade from its low-baring sheath on the left side of his body in a swift verticle slash upward. At the end of this third slash unlike the first two he slowly lowered the blade back in the last bit sealing the blade once more with a "Clink" and at the moment the blade was sealed with that sound being heard blood red tare's in the spaces designated began to appear one by one. The horizontal tare was placed only a mere two feet infront of the whirling winds around Nova second slash did the same across it from the start of the tare rising to the right, the third tore in the center of the previous two these not designed to kill or anything of the sort but were the visual sight of forming voids or spaces without particles in the air creating a powerful pull that would disrupt the gusting winds that were created in the event there was nothing done to sustain them this would happen by pulling at the particles against their rotation speeds to rip them from the gusting winds. Lucian tilted his head a litte to the right with dark grin on his face
"Things like that won't work on me....my Master. I am the trump card you have in your back pocket for a reason, I told you when I came to be your servant that I am a force to crush anything that dares oppose you."
His eyes narrowed after saying this his left hand reaching to grasp the sheath flicking his fingers over it for a moment unfastening the braided red silk strap from around it, catching the falling sheath with his left hand he brought it up near his left hip and his right hand moved to draw the sword. It was time to do more than feel each other out it was time to get down to business. His left foot slid forward his shoes shuffling across the floor whenever their positioning changed "Shckshk" his left leg was almost entirely outstretched forward and his right leg spread waist width apart had his foot pointed out to his side entering a low T-stance. His right arm drew back bending at the elbow so that his hand was even with his shoulder in level holding the blade pointed forward aiming for the sternum of Nova his left arm rose slowly gently placing his mid finger on the flat of the blade as the sharp edge was out to his right. Fingers of his left hand evenly spread his entire left hand was pretty relaxed but it's positioning had a purpose and it wasn't what it apeared to be which was the guiding of the blade to its target. This stance was the one taken for the Hirazuki devloped by an old member of the Shinsengumi during times of old and was a favored technique by some although changed a bit with its higher elevation of shoulder height or above gave its downward angle to the target less air resistance by piercing through the air more easily because of the angle allowing for a better version of this ancient killing technique. However as fast as the warriors of old were it paled in comparison to the over all agility of the Crimson Swordsman who picked up the technique, this being a key deciding factor on its effectiveness meant when used by Lucian the technique was tens of times maybe more so deadly; although it was old and made by another person he picked it up and finely honed it as his craft. His Gatotsu was capable of far more dangerous feats than the slashes he had just displayed and it would take only the most miniscule mistakes to prove fatal against anyone. There was no room for error in this battle be it in Nova's movements or in his restraint if he proved too much for Nova to handle thus not killing him during training.
"Let's go."
Nova Furea
-::- the stunting formations of conforming voids gathered the excess pressure from around his body corresponding layers of voided space surrounded, unreal levels of swordsmanship. Nova knew that he was close to this but his own skill paled in comparision to such unholy bladesmanship, his determination faltered little the works of his previous display had already bore fruition the surrounding pressure was irrelevant the blade seemed to hum gently as if singing its own melodic songs, lamenting its eagerness at the battle the blade currently had enough concussive force surrounding it to blow anyone inexperienced enough away, it was through sheer practice alone that kept nova in place the wind pressure hitting his form seemed to blow his hair upward, the exertion of force here was great, Placing both hands onto the hilt of the claymore Nova dragged it along the very ground, making sure to avoid these dimensional tears that dragged to and fro in front of him he flanked around them coming at Lucian from the right, the claymore dragging upon the ground cut effortlessly through the titanium, the wind pressure built into the blade seemed to cut through molecular matter on a near sub-atomic level the blades being the only safe objects due to this thick blanket surrounding them, dexterous footsteps faster than untrained eyes could follow lead him directly in the pathway of the murderous stance of the male, a flash of nova's eyes indicated he was aware of his vulnerability. "Expansion force!" clicking the mechanism that conjoined the claymore in a motion faster than the human eye could follow he disengaged the claymore creating two dual wielded blades again as he did this he made sure to cut the titanium alloy that covered the ground in front of him a tremendous scraping noise followed the winds compressed creating dense barriers that expanded outward at speeds that broke the sound barrier the innumerous amounts of titanium alloy that went with it was enough to cover a fifty foot radius, "creating an offensive defense that allows one to always attack. isn't that what you taught me as a child?" running forward Nova allowed himself to follow directly behind this wind pressure tailing the speed of sound he rolled his body as if becoming a wheel of some sort pulling his knees to his chest, Nova had been practicing Yoga everyday since he had gone into training this proved near effortless using the wind force he rolled, the smaller blades on his back covered him in creating a buzz saw of sorts, them breaking as long as nova maintained this speed was no issue, his training allowed him to do this without dizzying though this attack was a blind attack of sorts Nova could not see but getting near him would also prove problematic the wind pressure generated from this alone would be great and prove to surround his swords with the similar build-ups as what was seen with the moving expansion of pressure that headed towards Lucian now. -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
"I told you once sir...." With Nova hurling titanium fragments his way with a powerful force behind it Lucian needn't worry about what was behind it since he couldn't see Nova it meant only one thing he was behind the veil of debris and surging forces. He brought back his left hand with a ferocious growl that continued through the build up of the secret variation of the Gatotsu: Zero Stance, his left arm bent at the elbow and his fingers curling to resemble the same formation as claws on an animal his entire torso turned with so much torque that when he flexed his muscles it shown through the material of his shirt. Lucian's lower body moved accordingly with his left leg swinging around the shuffling sound of his shoe to the floor was constant as his right leg was used to pivot around his left foot came back across like a wide sweep now pointing to the incoming offense of his master. His prolonged growl exploding into a fierce battle cry
"THAT SHIT WON'T WORK ON ME, EAT THIS!
His left foot went from a quick gliding movement with the rotation to planting it self with enough force to stop his rotation on a dime, the tremendous force behind the original Gatotsu Zero Stance was something to behold but with the weakness of the original First Stance being the incoming of the opponent from the right side which requires to readjustment of the stance for the First Stance variant to work. Lucian came up with a second variation of the Zero Stance where he rotated counter-clockwise building even more force than the original Zero Stance by using the rotational momentum as added strength atop of the full use of his upper bodies strength. His right arm extended as if to pierce the space between him and the incoming danger but, with his arm reaching its full extension and coming to an abrupt stop at that point a massive tare three feet in diameter extended like a cone from the focal point that was the tip of his blade. Lucian's objective was not to simply brush off this incoming danger but to ERADICATE it as a display of his claims this monstrous feat was within his limits and did in fact show that he could, and inevitably would destroy anything that stood in Nova's way in the future.
Nova Furea
Nova Furea: -::- during the rolling motion Nova had used his weight to bounce upward, using the rising air currents as leverage coming out of this ball Nova flipped mid air some twenty odd feet in the air Noticing that if he had stayed upon his course he would have been possibly rended asunder by a mass of purple energy, a bead of sweat dripped from his brow as he had some how managed to make the right decision unconsciously, pulling the straps that held the blades on his back in place he would catch them mid air between his limbs two finding their place between the grooves aligning knee and thigh elbow and forearm and neck, catching one in his mouth he held his dual wielded swords his has hands this is what was known as the bladed dance of water. using his spinning motion mid are he cut launching 8 different sharp currents of air on a 360 degree scale around him he did this in hopes of being able to land safely not to hit the opponent below but if he could not dodge however that would be another matter entirely using the force of gravity pushing down on him he would spin around spiraling down having all eight of these blades spin at once extending a foot he aimed it in the vicinity of the male the combined weight of each blade along with the momentum from the spin would send him propelling down much much faster than normal should he not move he would be receiving one devastating kick to the temple. though one thing concerned Nova as brief as it was he knew he was airborne meaning this was a gamble in itself however it was much better than the latter of being eradicated almost instantly. -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
Being fairly confident that he'd destroyed what was incoming but the sound of straps being released coming from above if it weren't for that he would've easily been nailed by the incoming attack. Realizing the flaw of the incoming attack he could've easily just used the Third Stance of the Gatotsu to lunge up and pierce his master seeing as spinning slashes would never reach an extended thrust, so he darted forward just to avoid the incoming whirlwind of blades as opposed to exploiting the weakness. So after getting out of the way he lowered into a horse stance while turning around, his feet shoulder width apart he sheathed his blade getting ready to hold his ground for the rest of the fight and never step back again. Holding the sheath with his left hand at his left hip and had released the handle but kept it hovering over the gray eel-skin wrapped handle moving on to a different style of swordsmanship Iaijutsu or Battojutsu. (quick draw style of swordsmanship.)
"It's time to get serious."
Nova Furea
-::- the goal of the initial slices was not to attack anyone it was to repel attacks but now that his foot had planted back upon the titanium plating that made up the floor he would turn facing the butler, whose position had also moved; with the flick of his calve muscles he generated a three hundred and sixty degree spin flicking both the swords tucked behind his thighs towards Lucian at speeds exceeding 100mph using the opportunity to run in behind these piercing blades he advanced forward holding the other six blades upon his form using motions faster than the eye could follow he would break past the speed of even the advancing blades his hands which held tightly upon dual wielded straight swords, Nova came into range of Lucian coming into proximity of about 5 feet which was just within his blade stroke range making small fast strokes using the dual swords he swiped them across his form aiming towards Lucians left side though the slices were aimed for the left side they were aimed in two different regions, one being the neck, the other being waist his right arm slightly higher than his left, it should be noted that he was using the blades on the flat side not the bladed side he was not out for blood but it should be noted that if either swipe were to connect it would leave quite a bruise. -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
"YES, YES..that's right push further into your limits!" The wild beast Lucian kept locked inside was gradually breaking free the refined stance he'd taken that was initially to use the precise style of quick draw techniques was disrupted by a quick push off the ground with his right leg springing forward just as the first blade of Nova had been flung, with the release of the second his left kicked off the ground in a diagonal angle that made the tip of his shoe skid giving the appearance he'd lost balance at the last minute but what he was really doing was sending his body into a violent rotation; the way his crimson hair whipped around gave the appearance of a destructive red vortex cylinder that rushed straight at Nova. The unpredictable crimson swordsman drew his sword at the beginning of his spins angling his red blade to run backward along side his body with the silver capped hilt just in front of his face, between the rapid spinning and the cap hitting the incoming blades Nova had thrown the butler had sent these swords flying off to his right as his blade was running along his left side so the end of the hilt was tilted at an angle to his right. Of course he wouldn't go unscathed as both blades when deflected still clipped his face cutting over his right eye and a bit of his cheek. Things were truly getting interesting with his right eye now closed and to be scarred for the rest of his life the full extent of his dark nature bursted forth.
"Raah!"
His goal originally with his incoming figure toward his old master was only to incapacitate him but with the injury he'd sustained his mind became more feral seeking to rip him apart. The reason for his rotation being clockwise was because the positioning of Nova's arms giving away his intended target of his left side so he guarded his left side with the placement of his blade which would parry (what is essentially a future event at this point) while simultaneously trying to slice his arms to ribbons before the hilt of his sword would slam into Nova's chest should nothing be done. What started as a relaxed gauging of his master had become a battle to stall until Lucian's mind came back (five full rotations of turn order.) which if Nova could survive would end the training session.
Nova Furea
-::- the murderous intent that spewed fourth from the butler left the very air around the two fighters stale and clogged with a miasma of death, there being no viable course of stopping the blades in time Nova's sharp eyes took note of a devastating stance from the butler his arms would be minced if he did not move them, dexterous motions soon found their way into novas mind as the swords followed the linear trajectory that nova had placed them upon he let go of them spinning using the added momentum of his spin to send them twirling off of lucians initial repost, as they clashed against the butlers form this transition which took mere seconds, Nova created enough wind pressure to stave the initial slashes of the butler until he could move his arms out the way because of this built up resistance Novas adjacent right side sustained the blow from a multitude of slashes. the wind pressure slowing them enough to shallow tears in the leather armor he wore, causing him to whence However if Lucian did not move from Nova's position the spin would not go unanswered as he had during that spin the two blades within the hooks of his elbows would cut in two adjacent directions he wasn't elevated enough for the one tucked between his neck and the one he was in his mouth to apply any damage making his entire turn he would catch both the airborne blades in his right and left hands once more a small twitch in his right foot indicated that he would slice once again from the right with the sword he just snatched from the air an insanely fast horizontal swipe due to the built momentum Lucian was getting serious and so would Nova he would answer his call to madness with determination. "recover yourself Lucian!" -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
In succession with his vortex of a parry the incoming third swipe, of course he wasn't going to come out of this unscathed but a horizontal red spiral trail following behind him as he passed by Nova soon disappearing from view. Although without visual effect at this point each of these previous trails including the ones created by the red trail that Nova's blades created from the blood they'd been tainted with. These unseen slashes and trails in the air were capable of slashing and cutting apart an opponent with the same effect as if Lucian had hit them with a slash from his physical weapon. This was the hidden technique of the Bloody King one that he'd kept hidden all these years; with this all the previous slashes he'd made were now traps lying in wait for Nova if he made even the slightest step in the wrong position it would mean the potential of losing a limb possibly even death. A maniacal laugh erupted from him as toward the end of his spin he'd clearly been caught by one perhaps even two of the small blades which placed blood on them as well but based on the placement of his blade it meant he'd been clipped in the waist region or the left leg which would normally limite his movement later if he hadn't entered this feral state.
Slamming his right foot into the ground planting it after he passed his previous master he'd come to pivot on this leg turning on the ball of his right foot lowering his left to the ground shortly there after. Now with his feet on the ground with the speed at which he traveled he slid backward on the balls of his feet with both heels raised ready to spring into action again, coming to the end of his slide about six feet behind Nova his upper body leaned back with his head tilted to the left looking off balance which was just an illusion of what he really was trying to tempt Nova in with the appearance of being off balance. Blood running down his left side forming droplets at his feet; like an injured animal he was becoming more dangerous now while the time required for his other persona to regain control was ticking.
Nova Furea
-::- the sea of slashes created a red film upon the battlefield the titanium plating attached to the floor strewn in every direction randomly glancing to and from the imminent expulsion of force from Lucians dash was devastating, he crouched his form as Lucian past Noticing the gleam of his blade he pushed off his right leg. strafing further to the left side about 8 feet, pivoting on the ball of the right foot Nova noticed the battlefield behind him was covered in a sea of slashes, feeling encumbered by the weight of his other four blades he dropped them from the various hinges of his ligaments he had completely dropped the 40 pounds he had been carrying around with him for as long as his training had persisted, he felt as light as the very air currents that surrounded him wielding his two blades upon the flat ends he could only hope at this point to subdue the beast that had become his butler he would find a way to remedy this situation but the battlefield was becoming progressively more unstable with all the tears and fissure created by the cutting of Lucian. "razor wind!" Nova began clashing his swords together at speeds exceeding that of the 100 miles an hour the dance of sheer madness created wind pressure that tore at even the leather hide that he was currently covered with, eventually massive gashing blades of wind pressure were formed slicing through the floor as Novas speed began to exceed that of a hundred miles an hour per stroke this was possible due to loss of the forty pounds that constantly weighed him down, a multitude of uncountable slices headed toward Lucian a wall of blades that followed behind one another in one second intervals this dance of madness covered his blind areas as well, sending blades glancing here and there on a complete 360 degree scale making approaching nova all but a chore in itself Nova knew that killing him was unlikely but keeping him busy was more than enough maybe he would tire those murderous urges out or so he hoped. "LUCIAN!" -::-
Lucian Rose De'la Cuza
Bouncing on the balls of his feet he shifted forward with a quick weave to his left on the ball of his feet was the way he'd travel with light swift steps ducking and jumping between bobbing & weaving observing each individual stroke of Nova's twin swords. Even in his wild state of mind as the hint of his usual self was starting to appear his evolution through this battle was astonishing as he was pressing forward through the tempest of air blades drawing ever closer to his prey, but he wasn't unscathed he was surely being hit some were more serious injuries than others but it was evident he got hit multiple times with his clothes shredded and were in fact wet with his own blood. There was no way this beast was going to stop after coming this far so he persisted in pressing forward despite the wounds being inflicted the closer he was getting the easier it was getting to time the intervals of the strikes then they were from afar, quick reactions to each swing was becoming easier since he didn't have to calculate the intervals as he got closer because they were coming out with less travel time so he could simply react by reflex. Although evading fatal injury so far to this point by the graces of his natural fighting instincts he still needed to get closer.
He was only reaching about the ten foot range from Nova so far due to moving six feet passed him previously before he moved another eight away from the beast that appeared to dominate this battle despite his injuries he has constantly pushed on the offensive. It was irritating the beast within that he couldn't get to his intended target, the closer he got the more anxious he became until he could stand it no longer. From the natural flow of movement with caution he changed into a far faster pace breaking into a sprint after the last step in to his right; recklessly charging in with a quick series of hops, dips and swerves more cuts appeared on his body some of them pretty deep. If he messed up any further than this should his natural reflex's go astray or slow down even in the slightest he may very well die but if one payed close attention most of the injuries were appearing above the waist which couldn't be seen as a deliberate act to keep his movement unaffected or if it was just a fluke but either way it didn't matter. Lucian was quickly coming in to try to finish his prey seeing as Nova was already wounded as was he the difference was that Lucian was in it for the kill at this point while Nova struggled to keep him at bay for the sake of the bonds they shared. Blood splattered here and there with each of the bigger hits landing which would definately come to take its toll on the beasts stamina (shortening the time by one turn for that means so 2 more left to go) but could the young master hold out?
Nova Furea
-::- the males eyes widened as he saw Lucians display of durability as he was cut apart by the massive wall of blades and wind pressure that nova had conveyed since Lucians approach was from the opposite direction however Nova's connection ensured that his goal of trapping Lucian in a restricted space was successful as the torrent of blades created a condensed space with which Lucian now stood in the pressure from the wind layered and stacked atop one another causing movement in this space to slow to the slowest possible reaction time allowed, movement here itself would be a chore lest one had practiced to sustain air pressures of that caliber even Nova would have issues but this would be the coupe de gra to the battle at hand, dashing straight into the mouth of the dragon so to speak Nova allowed himself to be swept up in the torrent of blades being gashed all over from every which way it took everything in him to maintain consciousness, Nova turned and sliced the air currents many many layers thick around him with the sword in his right hand, upon slicing through the air it tore the very barrier of sound this with the combined speed of the wind space caused nova to be upon Lucian almost immediately, as he closed any gaps between the two to point blank proximity he would aim the hilt of his blade for the gut of Lucian due to the combined force of his carry with the speed of sound along with the already sustained injuries, Nova was certain this would be enough to knock Lucian out, however Nova was along the same path and be it this attack landed or not he would succumb to his injuries.
"this ends here Lucian! come... to... your senses.... fading from consciousness...."
the connection was made upon connection with the hilt Lucians eyes bulged for a moment the force of the impact being enough to knock him out, the force of the wind pushed the two fighters onward hurtling them into a wall, once the two impacted against the wall the zodiac twelve members crowded into the room now that combat had concluded they began careful medical procedures on the two fighters, Batsu jumped down into the room and observed the wreckage. "well... damn this is at least a million dollars in repairs.... summon the Furea estate maintenance repair Lord Furea and Master Cuza are both incapacitated... call evac" -::-