[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun took in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. This was a moment she had been waiting for all day. She was a little bruised from her earlier fight, but she wasn't too concerned. All she needed was to restock her gems, and she was ready for the next bout. Too long had Kurokami Gen gotten away with his attitude, his antics, his criticisms. It was one thing to look at society and say, "Yeah, things suck; lets make it better!" It was another to tear it down and offer nothing in its place. She had reached a tipping point, and today was the day she was going to teach Gen a lesson. As she waited for him to get in the ring and set up, she started a few stretches. There was no point in drumming up the crowd, no spouting of ideals, no this or that or the other. Everything and everyone outside of this ring didn't matter, only him and her. And she was going to teach him that his way of thinking, of wasting space and oxygen, was not how one became a hero. And once the organizers got the crowd fired up, once Gen made his opening statements, and the moment the go ahead was given, she held out her hand and summoned a massive warhammer at her side. "This is your one chance to walk out with your pride intact," she says, pushing off the ground with all her might as she brought the hammer to bear, looking to take him out in one singular swing. Kurokami Gen

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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This was it. Over a year of hard work, all for this moment. The sun had already set. The lights were shining that little bit brighter. All the eyes he could ever ask for, out there. Thousands in attendance and at home, waiting with bated breath for this to go down. When this was all said and done, they would either see him as the weakling he was, or the monster he wanted to be. [break][break]

“Introducing first, fighting out of Osaka, Japan…”[break][break]

Standing across from him would be the insufferable Junsuina Kanjo. The opponent he wanted, from the first day he saw her. If he could tear her down in front of all these people, then the rest would fall like dominoes. If he couldn’t, well, that meant there was never a chance for him to begin with.[break][break]

It was a fight where both had to win, and neither could afford to lose. Make or break. He couldn’t allow anything to get in the way of this. Not his anger at Jun nor his love for her only real friend.[break][break]

“Weighing in at 135 pounds”[break][break]

All throughout his enemy’s entrance, he’d been standing behind the curtain. His body was doubled over. His head hung dangerously low. A network of veins drew itself across his face as he felt the blood and adrenaline rushing into his skull. What little muscles he had tensed up. His pale face turned blood red. His ears buzzed. He pushed the air out of his lungs with force, letting out a stream of angry grunts and curses with every breath. [break][break]

“Please give it up for MOOOOOD RIIIING!”[break][break]

Once the music died down, he lifted his head, and a different man stared towards glory. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside that skull. Kurokami Gen would stay behind the curtain, and the other one would walk towards glory. Focused. Full of hate. In the zone.[break][break]

Now he could do what he needed to do.[break][break]

“And her opponent…”[break][break]

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The lights dimmed, the screens shut off, leaving the arena in pitch-black darkness. In stark contrast to Jun’s minimalistic entrance and respectful reaction, a chorus of jeers began to build up. They saw the card. They knew who was up next. No sound came from the speakers. No video played. And it stayed like that, for almost a full minute.[break][break]

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And then, music blared, and static played on the screens, faintly illuminating the entrance opposite from where Jun had just walked. The little light that was there was enough to see the one thing that wasn’t there before.[break][break]

Backlit by an array of dancing lights and television screens, something emerged from under the ground. The silhouette was immediately recognizable, especially to his opponent, who had seen his rehearsal earlier in the year. Out of the ground, with no special hatch or elevator, something emerged. A chair, no. That word didn’t do it justice. A throne, lavish and elaborate. Fit for a King. Sitting on it, cross-legged, head tilted by a few degrees and cheek resting on his left hand, who else but the man myself? Not Kurokami Gen, that’s for sure.[break][break]

All for One was here.[break][break]

Stare upon his work, and despair. [break][break]

The chair rose, serenaded by boos from every angle. Two eyes opened, bright red, the only color popping out of pure inky black darkness of his figure. A single line appeared where his mouth should’ve been, the same grin everyone had been sick of seeing for the past calendar. The figured moved, ever so slightly, almost as if snickering to himself, before rising to his feet. [break][break]

With a single wave of his hand, his body became engulfed in flames, but only for a moment. Before the crowd could finish gasping in amazement, they died out, but as soon as they did, the shadowy mass had gained color, and a stylish suit to go along with it. Black blazer and vest with a subtle floral pattern, and under it, a crimson dress shirt, no tie, with the top button undone. His pants and shoes matched the rest of his attire, both in color and class. Combined with his impossibly handsome features, it made for quite an appearance. If looks could kill, then he’d already be on trial for murder.[break][break]

And then, the lyrics kicked in.[break][break]

Dripping of misery and sickening sin [break]
All the dead men are knocking on the world that you live[break]
Helpless the mistress kindly welcomes them in[break]
“This story makes me sick”

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By now, the screens behind him read 『ALL FOR ONE』, with an interminable list of Quirk names scrolling behind the title, some that Jun recognized, others that she had no chance to. At the center of graphic, and between the name and the list, was a single serpentine eye, scanning around the scene. The animation looped while Gen approached the stairs. With a single leap, he skipped past every step to the top, before finally meeting eye-to-eye with his would-be prey.[break][break]

She had to stupid bullshit to say, something about keeping his pride intact. He wouldn’t even give her the dissatisfaction of an answer, simply turning straight towards her and replying with a single gesture:[break][break]


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Time had come and gone for words. Instead, Gen listened, moving his hands from his lips to his left ear, cupping it to get a rinse out of the crowd. Oh, they did not like that. Everything Gen did served only to make them louder in their disapproval. His timing was perfect, too. Chorus was just about to hit. Fifty seconds since the music kicked in, just one verse until the chorus hit. Everything was going according to rehearsal.[break][break]

Hey, this is the choice you wanted to make[break]
So keep on struggling and don’t you run away[break]
Glare at the eyes and fight cause now you’re playing my game

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“Currently residing Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at 140 pounds.”[break][break]

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As soon as the song’s hook, if you could call it that, hit, Gen dropped to both knees, arms outstretched. From the grass field surrounding the ring, hundreds of black and red streamers launched out. They enveloped him, covering almost every inch in red and black tape. Thumbs down all around from the ringside seats. [break][break]

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome. All. For. One!”[break][break]

And what a welcome it was. Would you hear them go? It was the kind of reception a sports star would get from coming back home after joining the rival team. Thousands all but threatening to riot if someone didn’t teach this horrible cretin the lesson he deserved. For Gen, everything was an away game, and that kind of negative energy was what he thrived on. This moment, it was a testament to the work he’d put in to get here. That kind of hate, it was perfect. Real. Pure. He couldn’t ask for a better stage than this one. [break][break]

[attr="class","curragebot"] All of you fools just never change[break]

Time, time, again, you die in vain[break]

Now it’s starting again, the tale is reaching its end[break]

With all your beautiful bodies, twisted, crying, howling, broken.[break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun knew she was dealing with someone with an ego the size of China, and all this fanfare was, in her opinion, unnecessary. Televised or not, this was a showcase of what the next generation of heroes were capable of, and just being in this ring felt like a tarnish on her reputation. She was relieved once the announcer finally set the match to start. Despite her own overwhelming power, Gen was an opponent she would have to be careful of. Sure, he was weak physically and neglected almost every aspect of his own training, but his quirks would make things difficult. She was confident enough that she'd manage to deal with whatever he threw at her, but if it devolved into a war of attrition then she was guaranteed to loose. And while the easiest thing to do was to blow him away with her cannons, that'd defeat the purpose of this exhibition. So she closed the distance. Bringing her hammer to bear, she brought it over her head and swung downwards, the move intended to either knock him flat on his face or to force him back. Beating him bloody was a nice thought, but efficiency was what she really wanted to achieve. A ring out was just as good and beating him unconscious, in her book. Which is why, if he jumped back, part of her hammer would break in half so she could use one part to create Mjolnir, then promptly throw it at him. There were a good amount of other things she was attempting to plan for, but as the old saying goes, "No plan survives contact with the enemy". With Gen, she'd have to do a fair amount of improvising for that single decisive blow. Kurokami Gen

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Gen did not take a step to either side as he watched Jun’s valiant charge. He knew he couldn’t beat her in a footrace, even with the help he had. All he did was clap his hands and wait for her to raise that bad boy way over her head. The moment her swing began, the words escaped from his mouth.[break][break]

“『Mirror Image』”[break][break]

An invisible cut split his body clean down the middle. Two symmetrical half-bodies that began to slide away from each other. Gross threads of flesh and muscle were all that kept them together as they began sliding apart. With each inch of space that grew between them, they began to regenerate their lost halves, in a vomit-inducing spectacle of pulsing parts and expanding extremities. In a matter of milliseconds, the trick was complete. Where one Gen once stood, two had appeared, and neither wanted to have their brains bashed by that warhammer.[break][break]

In unspoken unison, they both dashed to Jun’s flanks. The tassels and streamers littering the ground rustling as they kicked themselves off the ground. They landed each with a roll, rising to one knee and turning towards the girl. With an opponent on either side of her, a pincer maneuver was imminent. And as if that wasn’t bad enough.[break][break]

“『Conflagration』”[break][break]

“『High Voltage』”[break][break]

Two Quirks called out in unison and stereo. To the left, the sound of crackling flames emerged from one of the Gen’s, to the right, sparks began to fly. A split second decision was needed. Which Gen was the original and which one was the clone? Gen couldn’t feasibly stop her from throwing out a hammer or a cannon ball at him, but he could certainly make her choose. 50/50 were odds he was willing to take here. [break][break]

Lucky for Jun, her watchful eye was able to discern something. One tiny “blink and you’ll miss it” difference between the two Gens. Meaningless to anyone else, but to someone who had fought him before, it was a crucial one to catch. Where they were going.[break][break]

By the time they’d call out the Quirks, the two assholes had already taken their first step, but in opposite directions. To her right, the one who bore lightning in his palms was going forwards, beginning a desperate charge towards her. On her opposite flank, the one to the left, whose hands had become engulfed in flame. He was stepping back.[break][break]

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Time, time, again, you die in vain[break]
Now it’s starting again, the tale is reaching its end[break]
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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun had seen a number of things since high school that'd put Gen's mitosis to shame, but the imagery was still unsettling. What was more she seemed to be caught in between a rock and a hard place, so it'd seem. The one hammer had turned into two, but there was a split moment of hesitation. If they were following video game logic, there was no way both Gens were real (the "mirror" part gave that away). The tell was caught, but it also didn't make much sense to her; spewing fire meant you had to be closer to your target, and with lightning you could shoot it from a distance. Why were both Gens acting in the manner that they were? Regardless, she had to make a decision. She flung a hammer to her right, seeing that version of Gen as the bigger threat; not only was he advancing, but she didn't exactly have the best track record of dodging lightning. By forcing a reaction there she'd reduce her chances of getting hit. With that decision squared away she began to move, circling the fire user. Her instinct was to close in, but she didn't want to take the risk of getting immolated. This also let her keep an eye on the lightning user, for if the hammer connected she could see the aftermath, and if it did seem to be the right Gen she could plan accordingly. If not, she could better plan to deal with the real one in front of her. Kurokami Gen

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[Kurokami Gen]

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Gen offered no resistance to the hammer. As soon as it touched his dainty body, it flew, almost comically, out of the ring. In the blink of an eye, the godlike weapon carried the little devil, until both crashed against the wall. A panicked gasp escaped from the audience, as a cloud of debris emerged from the cracked wall of impossibly reinforced concrete. The smoke began to dissipate, but she didn't even need to check.[break][break]

On her other flank though, Gen stood standing, and the only change in his body was the smirk drawn on his face. The kind that all but spelled out a “Got you”.He raised his left foot as high as it could go, and at the same, he splayed out two fingers from his burning hand.[break][break]

The smoke cleared, causing the crowd to gasp. As the stadium's cameras focused on the crater, every screen showed... nothing. No Gen-sized splat on the wall. No sign of him being even being there in the first place. All they saw was Jun's hammer, and the frightening amount of damage it had left behind. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring...

STOMP[break][break]

“『Eternal Winter』”[break][break]

As she tried to circle him, Jun found her sight blocked by an emerging wall of pure ice. The kind she had seen all those weeks ago. As soon as she tried to turn back though, Gen would raise his fingers, and another would rise from her other side. In two moves, he’d trapped her. A cone of fire and ice that corralled her. There were no roundabout ways to get to him now, there was only one, a straight shot, where the two walls emerged from. Unfortunately for her, the same applied to him.[break][break]

For behind his back, sparks began to surge out of the left hand he concealed. A surge of electrical current that threatened to end this bout in one swift shot.[break][break]

[attr="class","curragebot"] TL;DR: The Gen with the lightning goes flying out of the ring. Gen tries to cut off Jun's path with an extra long ice wall, before cutting off her retreat with a fire wall. He essentially creates a cone with both of those where the only way for Jun to approach is a straight line. In the mean time, he charges up a lightning attack behind his back.[break][break]

All of you fools just never change[break]
Time, time, again, you die in vain[break]
Now it’s starting again, the tale is reaching its end[break]
With all your beautiful bodies, twisted, crying, howling, broken.[break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Well, that wasn't good. She took a gamble, and she lost the coinflip. Granted, she took the measure based on highest potential threat. What she needed to do was find a way to drag the initiative back into her court, now that she lost that. Unfortunately, she'd have to play defensive a little while longer. She had to stop short as the wall of ice blocked off her path, and surprisingly her initial response was to redirect and start running along it moving in his direction. Part of this was because this would give her an edge if he decided to throw something else at her, but also let her start planning something of her own. That was until the wall of fire cut her off from any potential maneuvering she might employ. And to make matters worse she saw the sparks beginning to form in his hand. She skidded to halt, fear crossing her face in earnest for the first time he had known her. Sure, Jun was fast, but she wasn't lightning fast. And she could potentially calculate a means of getting around it as she had an uncanny ability to see and process information quicker than most. Lightning was something she hadn't worked on processing, though, so her body momentarily tensed up and anticipated that crackling sensation across her skin. Maybe that was why it missed. The hair on the back of her neck stood up to no end as she felt the heat of the bolt pass right over her head. Jun ducked instinctively, though she was slow on the draw. Her chest tightened, whether from the old burn scars acting up in response or to the spike in anxiety she wasn't sure. In a flash a set of three chains sprouted into existence, all wrapped around her left arm as the other ends of them, each tipped with an anchor, flew up to the top of the ice wall, pulling herself up and giving herself a level of advantage. A fourth, smaller chain formed around a foot as she reached the top, stomping down on top of the wall to stabilize herself. She wanted to yell at him, but she had already done too much to show her weakness. Kurokami Gen

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A trail of smoke emerged from Gen’s left index finger, one that pointed towards Jun’s head, or at least, that’s what he thought. In reality, his aim had been off by just a few centimeters. The bolt of lightning had came and went in the blink of an eye. It passed by the girl, agonizingly close, before hitting the wall behind her, leaving another crack. He tried to end this all in one shot, but he’d overreached. [break][break]

The crowd roared to life, electrified with the way the bout started.[break][break]

Gen clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Tch!”, time for Plan B.[break][break]

Luckily for Gen, his first idea hadn’t been for naught. Jun looked shaken, more so than she usually did. She was letting emotion take the wheel. Good. [break][break]

His eyes wandered down to his gauntlet, checking its state. Some sparks flew out, but not enough for another shot. He needed to wait, let it recharge. A shame, given the surface her hands were clinging onto. Illusions were a no go, not unless he wanted to dispel that wall of fire. He had the perfect opening, but all of his best tools were out of reach. If he wanted to take the lead, he’d need to get close himself. Fortune favors the bold, right?[break][break]

After taking a deep breath, the odious man would break into a sprint towards his target. Once more, his fingers pointed towards her, with sparks beginning to build up. Step by step, the voltage would build up. Arches of lightning would dance around his palm, until finally, Gen was but a few feet away from Jun.[break][break]

And then his real attack would unfold. [break][break]

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With all your beautiful bodies, twisted, crying, howling, broken.[break]

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... While Jun was shaken, she wasn't out of commission. It took her a moment to think, but they both wanted the same thing: to end the fight immediately. She thought it would be simple because Gen was a weenie, and Gen thought he could because he could trap her. Of their two strategies, as much as she hated to admit it, Gen had a much better plan. As Gen charged forward she decided to use a fighting retreat. Some of the chains she had came to life, exploding outwards in the hopes of either smashing into him or throwing off his balance, allowing her to rappel down the other side of the wall. My error was assuming you are no threat, she thinks, landing on the other side and gaining a bit of distance. That training you were doing should have been an indication that you're taking this all very seriously. You have no desire to roll over and die. Well, if you want to get up to my level then let's see you work for it! She began to run parallel with the wall, moving away from where Gen was. She wasn't going to let him see what she was doing, though. Directly opposite of the wall she created a cannon, one of the standard miniature destroyer guns with two barrels. It wouldn't take much to aim them, and both shots would be calculated. The first would smash into the ice wall, obliterating it. This shot was to get his attention; the second shot wouldn't be aimed as well, and would fall beyond Gen into the edge of the arena. This one was to make him panic. And, hopefully, with him distracted, it would give her the chance to flank him, striking from his blind spot; another constructed cannon in her hands, though instead of using it as she normally would she held it aloft as a massive club, swinging it down at him. Kurokami Gen

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Love, your hate Your faith lost

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Even through the sounds of labored breaths, cheering fans and crackling electricity, Jun could just barely hear Gen’s frustration, in the form of a subtle “Tch!” She was going to make him work for this one.[break][break]

Now that she was on the other side of the wall, Gen needed to rethink his strategy. Her five years of intense conditioning were more than enough to beat his maybe two weeks’ worth of mild physical exercise. If he wanted to beat her on a footrace, he'd need more than just his feet to push him. [break][break]

His silhouette moved to chase Jun down, its speed nearly doubling, but even still, it could not reach her. Moreover, it wasn’t enough to escape either cannon’s sight. So, as soon as they lined up their shots…[break][break]
BANG[break][break]

The sound barrier cracked, and soon, the ice wall would follow. What stood between them shattered into a thousand sharp pieces of debris, flying towards the flames, before disappearing from sight. [break][break]

BANG[break][break]

The second ball passed clean through what remained through the ice, just centimeters away from where Gen had last been seen. It carved a hole through the flames, before exiting the ring. It landed on a wall, crashing into it and leaving a second dent on it. Another cloud of smoke billowing out.[break][break]

It was a mess. Debris flying in every which way. The sound of cannon balls flying out was enough to mess with everyone’s head. It was hard to get a good grasp of the action from the stands, but that was nothing compared to how chaotic things were on the ground.[break][break]


The audience fled back a few rows, but their fear did nothing to quell their awe. The atmosphere was palpable, thousands of voices, drawn to their feet, vocalizing their awe as their heads leaned in that little bit closer to look through the fracas. The energy was amping up with every move, feeding both competitors with a surge of adrenaline.[break][break]


Jun had rounded the corner of the wall, finding her classmate grabbing the back of his head with both hands. His arms shielded his head from both sides, but not even a military helmet could guard him from what came next. In such a state, he had no way of even seeing this coming.[break][break]

“『 Flashbang』”

The world around Jun turned a blinding shade of white, her sight left her, right before she swung and then…[break][break]

Crack[break][break]

That was the sound it made made as Jun’s club smashed into the grond. [break][break]

The moment she could open her eyes again, her regained senses would confirm that for her. A spider of broken concrete appeared right at the impact point, and a few steps away from it, Gen, who had seemingly sidestepped the first blow, looked as if he had seen a ghost. It was a miracle he hadn't been hit, he knew it, and now thanks to the desperation drawn on his face, Jun would too.[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... For a moment, Jun was disappointed. He talked himself up a great deal, and the fact she had pulled this off was...odd. At least, until the sun was unleashed right into her eyes. Of course he has something like this! She had calculated the point of impact, and when the construct met air she knew he had gotten away. She slammed her eyes shut, letting her fear take hold as the cannon, after leaving a nice mark on the arena, morphed into a set of chains. She wasted no time swinging them in a small arc around her, worried that Gen was going to sneak up on her. Of course, nothing was hit, and blinking a few times she started to look around to try and find her quarry. It didn't take long as she spotted a silhouette not far away, the expression...fear? Was that fear? She couldn't tell. But this was the first time she was going all out on Gen, so maybe he just had a close call. She was going to bet on that because she was vulnerable to attack. And what better defense than to go on the offense? Using the chains, she flung them out towards Gen, wrapping around his waist and dragging him in with one big pull. She needed to draw blood; he wasn't as strong as her physically, so landing any blow will be a good first step. The moment he was in range she brought her knee up, smashing it a little higher than she intended against his chest; ideally, she wanted to hit him in the stomach to drive the wind out of him. And, just so he couldn't get a point-blank lightning blast at her, she'd fling him behind, letting the chains dissipate. Need to be a bit more careful, at the rate I'm going I might have to reload the rings... Kurokami Gen

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Shit, that was way too close. Jun was this close to smashing his fucking skull in. He needed space, right fucking now. [break][break]

Like a scalded dog, Gen all but tripped over himself running backwards, always keeping his eye on his opponent. Lucky for him, he didn’t need to run far. The fire wall was right there. Real or not, she wasn’t stupid to run through it. Just a few more steps and he’d be right out her sight and…[break][break]

A green light surrounded his body, tightening like a chain around his torso. [break][break]

“Oh”, was the first word that escaped from his mouth, Jun would not let him finish a second one. “SHIIIIIIII-” With a single pull, Gen’s body was effortlessly yanked back into danger. Gen, anticipating the punch in the face he was long overdue for, instinctively put up both arms to cover his face. He guessed wrong.[break][break]

Jun could hear Gen letting out a raspy gasp as her knee dug into his guts. Their bodies collided at full-speed, and in any purely physical exchage, the little shit was never going to come out on top. The pain was indescribable, enough to make him want to throw up. For as hard as she hit him—and boy, was that hard—Jun was unable to stop Gen’s momentum. His body kept going past hers, which meant that, on one hand, he got the space he so desperately wanted, on the other, it meant the worst was yet to come.[break][break]

Unable to react, Gen was sent unwittingly vaulting over Jun’s knee, flying across the air like a ragdoll. One second, he felt his insides unraveling, and in the next, he was in the air, upside down, and seeing his enemy get further and further away. He soared past the broken remnants of the ice wall, before landing back first onto the concrete.[break][break]

No need to mince words, Gen ate shit, possibly harder than he had ever done before. His right shoulder blade was the first thing that hit the ground. His body all but folded in on itself upon landing. The momentum made his legs and arms slam into the ground, releasing an ugly thud that echoed all the way up into the cheap seats. His body rolled along the floor, doubling over in pain. Lying there, curled into a ball like that, he looked like he had been shot. [break][break]

Unable to focus on it, the fire wall began to die down, until it was no more. Everything hurt, his arms, his legs, his stomach, and no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t breathe. What he could do was hear. Hear the crowd explode with excitement at the way this bout had started. [break][break]

People jumping out of their seats, heads leaning into the action, and palms meeting in appreciation. A thunderous applause followed this intense opening salvo. And little by little, something began to slowly build up. It was subtle, just some impressionable watchers trying to start something that had yet to catch on, but both competitors could just barely make it out. Accompanied by a clap at the start of each word, they could be heard chanting:[break][break]

“Mood Ring! Mood Ring! Mood Ring!”[break][break]

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun blotted the chanting out from her head. In the real world there would be no such thing, and while she would have to keep an eye out for any danger that might blindside her this was a situation where it was only her and Gen. This was dangerous; he might be as fragile as a wet noodle, but Jun had already underestimated Gen once this match. He could very well be in a position where he was playing possum. She opened her palms, spinning her rings so that the gems faced her. Down four, and a fifth is on the way out. I need to finish this quickly, but I need to be smart about it. It probably would be a good idea to at least replenish a few gems. She kept one hand up as she didn't let Gen escape her vision, reaching down for the pouch at her side. Maybe he wasn't playing possum. Maybe she could conjure up a cannon for that decisive- She froze. It wasn't uncommon for her to not be able to feel the pouch by her side, but that was easily fixable by hooking its belt and feeling along it. She didn't feel the former, so when she tried to use her finger to find the belt she couldn't feel it. No... She looked behind her, trying to spot it. The pouch had a set of special vials that let her set new gemstones into her rings, which was necessary in the field in case she ended up in a bout of attrition like this. She didn't see the belt or pouch in the immediate area, and it wasn't likely to be on the other side of the ice wall. That meant when Jun got her attack off Gen somehow sleight of handed her belt. "Alright, new plan," she muttered, beginning to move in an arc around Gen. Physical attrition was always a problem for her, but now she had to deal with that and the possibility of running out of material. Summoning up a long chain, she began to use it similar to a whip as she brought it down in an overhead arc down towards Gen, hoping to disable him enough to get a TKO. Kurokami Gen

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[Kurokami Gen]

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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written for junsuina

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Just as she realized it, Gen's lungs let out this awful mix of wheezing and coughing, and laughter. Two red eyes turned to look at her, with the forehead above them still kissing the concrete. A spiteful little smile curled its way into his lips. [break][break]

“Looking for -hah- this?”[break][break]

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Then, he revealed the spoils of defeat. Hanging from his hands was Jun’s satchel, the gain for his pain. Circumstances were far from ideal, but at the end of the day, somehow, Gen got what he was looking for. All those cute little rocks Jun needed to make that power of hers tick. No gems, no constructs, and without those, she’s no better than some Quirkless loser.[break][break]

No better than him.[break][break]

With one hand still grasping his side, Gen lifted his body, getting up to his knees to stare Jun in the face, while his other hand dug into her nerdy rock purse. His fingers rifled through the satchel, before pulling out what looked to be a triangular pen made of glass, with bits of metal sourced in between to reinforce its integrity. A button on the side of one end, a nib on the other, the hole on it too large to be made for stabbing or writing purposes. The star of the show here, though, was the rough-looking ruby inside of it.[break][break]

Unfortunately, she'd make him wait to use it. A burst of air appeared from under Gen's soles, propelling him with enough force to roll out of harm's way, just moments before her chain came down on him. The impact cracked the concrete, but not his body, whipping up a large cloud of dust, enough cover from him to do what he needed for his next trick. Next thing she saw, an empty pen tumbled out from the dust, empty. Used up. Now, with the stage set, it was time to give these people what they came to see. It was time to show them All for One.[break][break]

Suddenly, from behind the dust, a red light emerged. Faint strands of crimson light. At first, they looked like static, but with each second, they became more and more stable. The easier they were to make out, the more familiar they looked. Less a volatile energy, and more like an object. The dust cleared, and out of it, emerged Gen, his arm wrapped in this crimson network of writhing vines. Light bent into material, tangible form.[break][break]

“『Emotion Battery』”[break][break]

He extended out his hand towards her, revealing the rock now firmly lodged inside his right palm. With one word, he illustrated the difference between them:[break][break]

“『Hatred』”[break][break]
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Crimson tendrils shot out of his arm, racing to ensnare and entangle his opponent as she tried to close the distance. With every inch they gained, these nasty little edges would form along the strands. It wasn’t a straight shot, either. It would curve from left to right, up and down, all these unpredictable angles, chasing the girl down to the ends of the earth. A maze of barbed wire, flying straight at Jun.[break][break]

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The real fight starts now.[break][break]

[attr="class","curragebot"] All of you fools just never change[break]
Time, time, again, you die in vain[break]
Now it’s starting again, the tale is reaching its end[break]
With all your beautiful bodies, twisted, crying, howling, broken.[break]

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun grit her teeth. She had to accelerate her plans. She could keep a construct on the field for a time, but that'd lock her into strategies and emotions that weren't optimal. Even if she changed emotions and morphed the constructs, there would be some loss that she wouldn't be able to get back. The fact he was able to move around showed just how poor of a job she did disabling him. It was feasible she didn't have much more to do, but she had to hit him first and what came next would make that incredibly hard to do. Of all the quirks Gen had, hers was one of the few that she knew he couldn't use. It required focus and raw emotion to properly use, not to mention a catalyst in order to use it safely. The latter was something that she kept as a closely guarded secret, and few knew about. It wasn't until Dream World that she had to tell him her secrets. He had her quirk, and she had one of his. With all the insanity, she made a calculated decision. In the heat of the moment, she was regretting that decision; maybe she should have let him flounder. Maybe then she wouldn't have to deal with this mess. As unpredictable as the barbed wire was, Jun saw some level of pattern to them. Zig zig zag, zag zig, zig zag zue. It wasn't perfect, but she could easily dodge through most of the attacks. What she couldn't dodge she could course correct with one of her chains. At the very least, she could avoid getting hit or caught up in the wires, only a few of them getting close to leave minor lacerations. The problem was, even if she could read the movements of the wires, she was still being subjected to attrition through physical exertion. She needed to do soemthing...and fast. Kurokami Gen

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