Titanic Training

[Titan]

Weapon Specialization (Gauntlet)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: User is skilled at dealing damage with 1 weapon. Choose 1 type of weapon (including unarmed strike or grapple). You deal extra damage when using this weapon.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains +2 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon. At "B" Class, user gains +1 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon (Increasing to +3). At "S" Class, user gains +1 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon (Increasing to +4).
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique.

[--/10]

"Ah, damn, I broke another one..."

The remnants of the training dummy lay in bits on the floor. Perhaps he should have reigned in his strikes a little bit, but once he got started, it was hard to slow down. Besides, it did not even take that much, and it was barely even half of his full power, quite frankly, he was disappointed that he didn't have better materials to work with. Batal sighed as he used his boots to sweep the pieces into a pile as he looked around the citadel training grounds for a more sturdy target when his deep red eyes caught sight of one of his fellow military graduates. The blonde was significantly shorter than him, and much quieter, but if he was looking for a challenge, then he need look no further. Of course, this was only if he could provoke the usually neutral blonde into combat. The large raven haired Airontoku was great at getting under peoples skin, but the shorter blonde had managed to become nearly immune to the antagonizing provocations that he so often came up against. Nearly immune. He shoved his gloved hands deeply into his pockets and did his best to look as innocent as a seven foot tall fighting machine could, then leisurely began to saunter over to his friend, a Cheshire grin adorning his face. Briefly and unironically, Batal wondered what the reason was that Vallar always looked at him with a great trepidation and suspicion.

He waved a gloved hand in the air from across the pit

"Whatever you have planned Batal, I want no part of it, I'm busy"

The blonde cast a scathing look at his taller friend as he approached, but he was clearly not dissuaded.

"Ah c'mon buddy, these training dolls are too wimpy and I still haven't gotten used to this sword yet"

Likely the reason he was destroying everything he touched when it came to his untempered strength was because of the lack of control he clearly displayed with it. Having been trained all through his childhood and military career to destroy in completion of everything that could challenge the might of the empath, he was having a hard time finding a good balance with it. It was especially difficult considering he had a lot of power to begin with, so often times he was on the very furthest end of the spectrum when beginning with his training, and it just so happened that combining such a fragile equipment with a massive piece of idiot often lead to results, but they were results in pieces.

"No Batal, I'm not being a training dummy for you, especially not like that thing"

He gestured more aggressively than necessary at the scraps of the training dummy that lay in a pile at the feet of the Airontoku.

"Oh pft, you're not doing anything, you're just scared"

He grabbed the blondes extended hand before he could pull it back, hoisting him up into the air.

"Got no choice now, come on, lets practice.

The blonde sagged and allowed himself to be carted away. Batal knew the smaller man could have resisted and fought his way out, but his protests had been wishy washy anyway.

The Titan dropped his friend back to his feet in the middle of one of the sparring squares and cracked his fingers loudly, shaking them loose, then bringing up his fighting guard, watching his companion drawn his longsword from the sheath at his waist. The blonde was a very sharp fighter; incredibly skilled with the blade, and very quick on his feet. Batal was not as technically skilled or as quick as the blonde, but he was no slouch, and the power behind his attacks, especially when his were covered in the metal and leather of his prized fighting gloves, was nothing to balk at. The gloves felt comfortable, though they had not always been so, as he recalled the difficulty he had in getting use to having them on like a second skin. When he had first laid eyes on them, he could not understand why anyone would bother to wear any, but after practicing with multiple training partners, especially the ones who worked with bladed weaponry, he soon became accustomed to having to wear them at all times when he was partnering up, as he would often have no way to counter without them.  

He found the added weight of the gloves improved his power considerably.  Well, he supposed that he was not the one who did, but those who were struck by the attacks who had felt the blows that rained down on them before.  It was confirmed by most people who knew him, that getting struck while he was wearing those gloves meant quitting the battle, as he had proven a couple of times, that he could easily break bones if the metallic knuckles caught the right angle.  Batal had hit the right angle a couple of times, enough times to have been given shit by some of the ranking officers who did not appreciate having to call in the medical team for a spar.  The Airontoku were also told that they had to participate with all of their energy, and then all of a sudden he was being told to ease up.  He scoffed at the idea, but he wasn't out to put the blonde out of commission.  

"I'm not holding back, so you better be good at dodging"

The blonde shook his head, eyes downcast, surely to prevent Batal from seeing them roll, and his golden locks of hair waved gently in disappointment.

The Titan moved, his fists held aloft in front of him, extending out and at eye level, but as he stepped forward, he twisted his body his right shoulder bringing him half way across the distance between himself and the blonde, his arm extending with impressive speed aiming for the face of his opponent, who managed to move backwards out of the way of the attack. A feral grin made its way to the face of the taller Airontoku as he pulled his arm back, spinning his back and bringing his heel around in a dangerous reverse arc. Just because his opponent had a blade and his legs were unarmored, did not mean he could not attack directly. The blonde ducked and attempted to reach with his weapon, but was forced to roll back as allowed the momentum from his foot to bring his body around in a spin, his other foot striking the earth, bringing the two fighters face to face again. The two stood ten feet apart once more, but that was well within the reach of the raven haired warrior, and outside of the reach of his companion. Leaping forward, his fist raised high above his head, he struck downward in a massive blow, the gloved fist hitting the earth with such force that he could see some of the weapons racks wobbling as Vallar dodged to the side. As Batal recovered from the miss, his opponent burst forward with great speed brandishing his weapon, aiming for his chest. Bringing his fists together in an X shape, the armored plates facing the blade, he used it to block the sword strike as the two locked into a test of strength.

[Sabo]

Learned +10tp

[Titan]

Thank you kindly

Greater Weapon Specialization (Gauntlet)
Rank: "B"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: Choose one type of weapon (including unarmed strike or grapple) for which the user possess the Weapon Specialization technique. User's attacks with the chosen weapon are more devastating than normal
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains a +2 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon. This bonus to attack damage stacks with other bonuses, including gained from Weapon Specialization. At "B" Class, user gains +1 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon (Increasing to +3). At "S" Class, user gains +1 bonus on all attack damage when using the selected weapon (Increasing to +4).
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique. Must know Weapon Specialization with Selected Weapon.

[--/50]

As Vallar  broke from their clash, he slashed from the right side, Batal slid his right hand down to capture the attack on the back of his gauntlet, turning his body, chin in his shoulder as his back turned to the blonde. He spun in a reverse manner, his left hand lashing out with great speed, like a pendulum aiming to knock someones head off. The raven-haired Airontoku didn't even feel when the strike broke the entire top five inches from the top of the longsword as he spun around. As the blonde fell back onto his rear brandishing the rest of the sword calling for the brunette to stop, Batal spun around a couple more times like a stop before letting the momentum finally die. The world spun for a moment as he tried to balance his equilibrium, and he grinned childishly at the realization that he won by submission. The smaller Airontoku did not look pleased at his antics though, but the cold stare did nothing to faze the taller, as that was simply his neutral look when it came to regarding batal.

"You really need to get it together, that thing isn't a toy, and you're going to have to explain to the Quartermaster why I need ANOTHER sword replaced"

Batal waved off his complaints.

"That's why I'm practicing, how am I supposed to "get it together" if I can't practice"

The insulting inflection on his quote of the blonde earned him another icy glare. He stood rooted on his right leg, bringing his left foot up to rest on the inside of his right knee, like an awkwardly tall and slightly less pink flamingo.

"Come on, grab another sword, I barely got to even try anything"

Vallar grumbled but agreed, marching over to the wall where the practice weapons were held. These weapons were the definition of serviceable; they probably couldn't cut butter, but they were a hell of a lot hard to break than normal weapons, since they were just melted down hunks of scrap hammered into a vaguely weapon-like shape. The Blonde grabbed one of the Full Blades, basically a girder with thinner edges that the center, and the eyes of the black haired Airontoku widened in hunger at the idea of a Full Blade challenge. His compatriot was strong, and was likely able to wield the weapon, hell, he was probably going to be proficient with it simply because he fought smarter, but Batal was not going to lose to a battle of power, even if the blade did give his companion the advantage. The shorter Airontoku huffed as he met in the center. It was barely visible, but his arms strained while holding the weapon, but the determined look on his face clearly outlined the fact that just because the sword was heavy, it did not mean he was going to let it get to him. The taller Airontoku nodded to himself approvingly, the only way that he was going to get stronger was if the people around him were willing to grow stronger too. His right foot slid backward, and he positioned himself with the guard up. Vallar mirrored his movement, and the two stared each other down. The blonde with his icy, determined glare, the brunet with his own bordering-on-manic. There was baited breath momentarily before they both burst into action.

The two fighters clashed with sparks as the two pushed against each other, trying to overpower one another. The weight of the practice weapon weighed heavily on his guard, but Batal was stronger, and he managed to edge the blonde back a step during the clash. The weapons separated as the two moved back, but their feet didn't remain on the ground long as they moved in to strike again, the blade met fist in a horizontal slash this time. The resounding ringing of steel on steel echoed throughout the Citadel now, as strike after strike met each other in a shower of sparks. The two blades crossed again, bringing them once more into a power struggle, though not an even one. Vallar leaned back trying to hold on as Batal, with his superior reach, weight and strength pushed down harder and harder. Moving one of his hands from the hilt to the back side of the enormous blade, the blonde pushed back on the blade itself, giving him more breathing space. Batal pressed harder until Vallar turned his body, forcing Batal to lose his grip and bend his wrists to prevent the blade from cutting into him, the taller Airontoku widened his eyes in surprised as he fell forward, having put too much of his body against the weapon in defense. He hit the ground and rolled out of the way of the blondes attack, which buried the blade into the earth.

"Whats the point of all those muscles if you don't have a brain to guide them"

"Oh please, I'm taking it easy on you 'cause you're used to used to smaller equipment"

The flexing of his eyebrows insinuated that perhaps Batal was not speaking of the weapon, but if the blonde had any feelings regarding the jibe, he did not show it, disappointing the taller male. The black haired Airontoku slapped his hands against the earth to psyche himself up and used  climbed to his feet. He briefly wondered if he should maybe expand his weapon arsenal, if only to have something to lean on.  He rolled his shoulders and loosened up his neck with a crack as he tilted it left, then right. His guard was once more held aloft in front of him as his intense red eyes met his opponents cold, calculating gaze. Both of them settled back into their stances and slowly worked their way around, circling one another. His arms flexed as he thought of how he was going to go about this, the weapon that Vallar possessed now was just as good at defending as it was at attacking. A wicked grin flashed to his face as he burst forward, the two combatants meeting in the center of the training grounds, sparks bursting into existence as steel clashed against steel, but as the sound echoed through the yard, they were already moving, weapons flashing in the sunlight as they were drawn back and struck together over and over, showering the combatants in sparks, the powerful blows reverberating through their bones as the weaponry collided.

[Titan]

[--/50]

Batal moved quickly, his footwork practiced and steady, to remain surefooted when the battleground had been torn up by their fight was an asset. As he moved backward from his opponent, his fist was brought around in a large arc, maintaining the momentum of the strike as he analyzed the current situation and thought about his next steps. Vallar was strong enough, though he could tell that with each hit they grew weaker; as did his own, but not at such a rate, the problem was that the blonde did not attack aggressively or waste energy. He was too damned efficient, and the taller of the two was going out of his way to do all this extra work on the offense. Before he lost the momentum of his charge, he leapt high into the air and brought an axe drop kick down in a massive overhead arc that came crashing down with such force that even with his sword held aloft and supported by his hand on the flat of the blade, the blonde buckled to his knees and sank a couple of inches into the already chewed up earth as the incredible force of the blow forced him down. They stood, locked in that pose for a moment before Batal kicked out with his other foot, striking his friend in the face and knocking him onto his rear, the sword still held upward to defend himself, but it was clear that he was out of the fight. The black haired fighter grinned and flexed his fingers, leaning into that strange stance as he watched the blonde stand and dust himself off, his lips pursed and gaze unfocused, clearly his mind was elsewhere.

"What's the point of all those brains if you don't have the strength to back it up"

The blonde gave him an unimpressed side eye, and hoisted the blade back up, ready to fight, though with the tremors clearly visible in his arms from the strain of the weapon in the uninitiated, Batal did not think it would be a fair fight, but was not about to damage the pride of his best friend in saying so, or even treating this like any other fight. If Vallar believed he was able to continue using the unwieldy weapon, who was he to throw away an easy win. Batal settled back into a stance, but not the same boxing stance he had stood in earlier, but something more comfortable, arms down and more of a stance that one could see on an untrained street fighter. Not the most practical of stances to take, especially since it was exhausting, but it was the fastest way to cover all angles with his massive reach, though by intrigue that was clearly visible in his friends eyes, he did not understand why the taller Airontoku would excise the energy to hold his position like this. He would see. For once, Batal was going to be patient and let them come to him, he had a plan, and it was basically a whim since he had not practiced anything to do with this at all. The practice blade came at him in a horizontal slash which he stepped back from and then burst forward in a powerful rear spinning kick, unrestrained and uncontrolled.  His boot smashed into the ribcage of his friend, sending him flying sideways, but not stopping his attack as he slipped and hit the floor just as hard as the blonde, eyes feeling like they were rolling around his head and his skin torn from the momentum of his spin continuing on the rough, chewed up earth.  

"Ah, fuck, that smarts"

"What the hell were you even trying to do?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, but I'll let you know when i figure it out"

Batal sat up, hands behind him supporting his weight, and watched his friend get up, he rubbed the back of his head and grinned and the blonde, as close to an apology as the shorter of the two would be getting about this escapade. He could still feel the urge to fight coursing through his arms, his fingers ached from the force he had been exerting on the to remain in control when the two combatants weapons had clashed. Fighting with this bare hands against such a weapon was a fools errand, which was reason enough for the Titan to reasonably want to do so. There were always ways for him to heighten his strength, and even swinging this thing was a workout, for him to continuously be using it as his primary weapon was a hell of a challenge. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked up as the sun was blocked, the blonde was standing over him, holding a hand out to help him up. Batal took it and brushed his pants off, reaching up as high as he could to stretch his back out, after hearing three satisfying cracks, he stretched his arms in front, loosening his tight shoulders that the training had quickly worn down. It had only been a few minutes since they started training, it definitely did not feel like long enough to justify making as much noise as they had, if he wanted to maintain that air of being a tough guy, he'd have to keep training.

"Hey, what do you reckon, think you can handle me in hand to hand?"

The practice sword were stabbed into the earth, a sentinel fight the fight, watching over the fighting area already; and though he was sore, he still had energy to burn. He cracked his knuckles and stared hungrily at the blonde, who would normally be able to brush off the stupid challenges of his comrade, but today, something had lit a fire under ass, and he seemed significantly more receptive to the mocking energy that Batal was exuding. He saw the gloved hand of his companion clench for a moment before relaxing, as though he was trying to shake off the challenge, but it did not appear to be working. He grimaced before snapping his head up to the side, staring the taller Airontoku down, raising a fist.

"You wouldn't let me say no anyway"

It was true, had the blonde just walked away, Batal would have tackled him from behind or called him a chicken at the top of his lungs, drawing the attention and ire of everyone in the training area. It was probably safer for them both if Vallar simply accepted the fighting and took his beating like a man. The two settled into a boxers stance and circled each other. Well, the blonde did, the black haired Airontoku shook like a dog getting out of water, then proceeded to bounce on the balls of his feet, bringing his hands up in a loose approximation of a boxers stance, looking far more like a drunken patron of a bar than a militaristic mercenary raised to beat the shit out of people. Vallar was efficient, closing in tight, using short, powerful bursting attacks, attacking the trunk of the taller combatant, keeping inside his reach so that Batal could not use his long reach and power efficiently, always being forced on the back foot. That would be how the fight would play out if the Titan was a man of self-preservation as opposed to impulse wrapped in muscle and charm, and he allowed the smaller man into his guard where her attempted to enclose him in an enormous bear hug, taking the shots to his core, his muscles like stone as the fists struck. Another advantage he had over his friend, was the fact that he knew nearly nothing about chakra, and one hundred percent of his abilities were focussed entire on hardening and strengthening his body.

[Titan]

[--/50]

The blonde ducked out of his range, relinquishing his bold attack in favour of not being captured in the crushing arms of Batal, who looked positively feral as he brought his arm back and stormed forward. His range was impressive, lashing out in an enourmous haymaker, which Vallar was forced to dodge, as blocking it would have had him swept away by the power. Though annoyed he was unable to make the connection, he pressed forward, blocking the sharp attacks from the smaller man where he could, discerning which ones he could allow to strike as long as he was able to get in closer and get revenge. For every three hits he took, he managed to land one equal to the collective force of the blows he recieve. The war of attrition was a desperate tactic, but when the taller of the two was fueled by an unnerving love of fighting, it definitely turned the tactic into something more terrifying than it should have been. Perhaps the reason he was so god damn tall was the same reason he was so god damn stupid and loved fighting so much. Somewhere along the line there was a troll in his bloodline or something equally dense. The fists of the blonde struck his solid guard as the two them tried to trade blows, both keeping their guards tight enough to prevent the other from getting inside and doing further damage, any hits that landed were allowed to land, losing a fight to win the war so to speak. The two were both impressive, size and strength versus speed and tactics, though the difference in aggression was apparent.

The bestial grin and the mania clearly visible in his eyes, Batal was clearly the aggressor, and though Vallar was able to get strikes in, he was pressed on his back foot, as his strikes were becoming nothing more than defensive answers to the forceful and aggressive drive forward that the taller fighter was progressing with. Batal took a powerful kick to the side, but he tensed his body and used that as an opportunity to step in with his right foot, turning his upper body, his left arm clamping the leg with his waist, and his right hand struck out violently aiming to strike the blondes nose. Vallar was quick though, and leaned back, feeling the wind of the strike tussle his hair as he brought his free leg up, stamping out, aiming for the chin of the dark haired fighter, right between the strike that had gone overhead. Instead of allowing the strike to land, Batal turned spun, throwing the kick off, and then releasing the captured leg, throwing the blonde off to the side, where he managed to rotate his body in the air and land in a three point stance, his head snapping up as the Titan leapt forward, one hand drawn back ready to strike. The blonde moved to stand, at the same time he twisted in so that his right shoulder drove into the chest of the brunette, both of his hands grasping the striking wrist, and used his momentum to slam him into the ground.

Batal skidded on his back as he struck the ground, he blinked, seeing the light blue sky blotted out by the dark shape of his opponent and his foot which was descending down to break his nose in a dangerous axe drop kick. The earth beneath the spot where the black haired fighter had rested his head cracked as the strike was avoided as he rolled, and positioned like a sprinter in his starting blocks, the Airontoku warrior burst forward with impressive speed, his arms reaching out casting a wide net that the blonde would be unable to escape from this position. The shock on his face displayed that he realized that all paths were closed to him, and as Batal drove his shoulder into his opponent, his arms snapping shut around his midsection, trapping his arms in his vice grip as he pulled the shorter man into the air. Vallar swore loudly as he was crushed by the tree trunk arms of his friend, and the Titan cackled loudly.

"Giving up yet?"

He was met by more swear words forced through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip and brought him closer, preventing him from lashing out with his feet, but still tensing his body as powerfully as he could to prevent the small strikes that he could not prevent from hurting him. The blonde writhed with as much strength as he could muster, but everyone knew, once Batal got a hold of you, you were not going to escape his powerful grip. He grimaced, then cried out as the grip grew tighter, but saw from behind, out of the view of Batal, that one of their fellow former classmates was coming running to jump in on the fight. This was going to hurt, but the blonde decided that he would take the hit for the team, as long as he got some backup to try and fight alongside him. He scrunched his eyes shut as the newcomer leapt into the air, the bangles on his wrists glittering in the light, his long black hair flowing skyward as he began to descend from the skies. Batal grunted loudly as the strike hit him in the back, but he refused to let go of Vallar, and they both fell forward, the black haired Airontoku crushed the blonde as they struck the ground, but rolled off quickly, ignoring the groaning of the blonde as he tried to reclaim the breath that had been squeezed from his body, and then crushed out too.

"Pick on someone your own size shithead, that little wuss isn't gonna be a challenge"

Batal wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth and spat the rest out, his feral grin turned vicious as his teeth were stained crimson.

"He may be a wuss, but at least he can hit without resorting to a sucker punch"

There was a half-hearted disagreement from the ground next to them, but both of the fighters ignored it.  The Titan looked his newest opponent up and down. Bengal, almost as tall as he was, but almost twice as wide. The man was muscles on top of muscles, and his clothes always seemed to be on the verge of tearing no matter how he moved. Like Batal, the new arrival had black hair, but instead of being spikey and messy, his was long and flowing, and though typically tied back in a neat bun on the top of his head, it looked pretty good either way. He pointed a thick finger in the face of the taller Airontoku and declared:

"I'll hit you with every other punch in my arsenal too"

Batal cracked his neck and rolled his right arm, trying to loosen up his joints getting ready for the next fight, the faint groans of his friend were audible behind him, and it sounded like he was not going to be getting up any time soon. Batal almost felt bad, he had landed on him pretty hard, and he had no way to properly defend himself from getting crushed. He'd be fine though, even from Batal he had suffered worse. The Titan was a little sore from his practice, but with the glint in the eye of his new opponent, he felt like he was about to get a whole lot more to complain about.

[Titan]

[--/50]

Batal and Bengal locked fingers as their hands caught each other between the two powerful warriors.  Though the younger Airontoku held the advantage in height, tough by a smaller margin than with any other combatant, the two could be considered equals in power, and the older Airontoku was miles ahead in experience, which; if the taller Airontokus math added up, meant he was on the back foot in this fight, but that was not going to stop him from going all out.  The two struggled against each other, muscles quaking against the powerful grapple, the lines and sinew visible in their arms, the veins bulging throughout their bodies as their hearts pumped at a brutal pace.  Batal ground his teeth so hard it felt like they were going to crack as he tried to overpower his opponent, but his combatant would not budge no matter how much strength he poured against him.  It felt like battling a force of nature, barely containing an avalanche that was about to bury him.  Bengal bared his teeth, his eyes filled with bloodlust as he stared through the younger Airontoku, telling him where he was going to bury him.  With an enormous roar, Bengal pushed forward with his left foot, turning his shoulder and pushing forward with his left hand too, driving his foe back, and Batal has no choice but to pull his right arm back to compensate, his right foot moving backwards too to even himself out.   As her roared, he twisted, he pushed their hands down, and the force of nature overcame man. 

His vision flashed white as the thick knee met his chin as he drove it upwards through Batals defense, and he was thrown backwards, his body reacting before his mind could, flipping him over and landing on his feet.  The ringing in his ears was unbearable as his brain tried desperately to restore fully operations, but his vision blurred severely.  Luckily, Bengal was a hard target to miss, and though the edge of his visage blurred into the background, he was easy enough to spot.  Without batting an eye, the taller Airontoku blocked the incoming kick with his left arm and shoulder, the metal of his gauntlet protecting him from the heavier portion of the boot that was meant to seemingly take his head clean off of his shoulders.  Batal countered the kick as Bengal pulled his leg back, his right hand striking the flesh on the left side of his square jaw, knocking his head sideways, but not knocking the stupid grin off of his face.  He recovered quickly blocked the next strike that Batal threw with his left hand this time, preventing the combination of two quick jabs from landing.  The shorter fighter drew his guard in and hunched his shoulders preventing any more easy strikes from his younger counterpart, his guarded boxing stance making him a much more difficult target, and centering him as a launching pad for what would surely be devastating blows that would use his powerful upper body strength to its full capacity.  

The Titan was nothing if not reckless though, and instead of retreating into a defense fighting stance, he increased the speed and power of his attacks, raining them down on each reachable inch of flesh on the body of his target.  Even as the metal sounded painfully against bare flesh, Bengal did not flinch, simply keeping his guard up against the flurry, using his shoulders, forehead, forearms and fists to absorb the majority of the damage.  He stepped back with each round of strikes, and the intensity with which Batal rained down his fists against the guarded form of the older Airontoku prevented him from unleashing any counter attacks, as any movement that was not defending would open him up to some severe punishment.  Tiring of his attacks not breaking through the powerful guard, the Titan moved in, his powerful hands grasping the guarding fists, and he pulled him in tight, preventing from attacking, and drove his knee with sickening strength upwards into the abdomen of his opponent.  Flesh met flesh as he drove his knee upwards, and though he struck with all of his might, striking Bengal felt like striking a wall, the man had a body comprised of steel and madness.  The younger fighter could often forget that his own body was made of the same steel, his was simply not as honed in combat, and he had not yet formed that powerful thick skin that the Airontoku were known for.  Perhaps through this fight, he would be able to develop some of that when he inevitably got his shit kicked in.  

"Why"

He struck again with his knee into the gut of the older Airontoku.  

"Won't"

Another sickening thud of flesh against flesh

"You" 

Again he struck, his knee was beginning grow sore from striking such a powerful defense

"Fall"

He punctuated the sentence with yet another strike, but instead of groaning in pain, he could feel the laughter growing in the chest of Bengal, and his blood ran cold, an impressive feat for an Airontoku.  His head was flung back and he spat blood as he was headbutted, then the momentum of his body reversed as a powerful side kick struck him in the stomach, folding him over, readying him for a blow in the face as Bengal connected a haymaker, sending him sprawling sideways on the earth, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, his vision once again spinning as the blue sky filled his vision, the clouds fading in and out of view.  

"You fall over a little too easy, is that it?"

Batal was not happy with that.  He pressed a hand against his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to tell his brain to keep up and stop spinning.  After a minute of lying on the earth, he managed to bring himself to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth.  

"I'm just warming up, don't worry.  I forgot how thick your head is, but don't worry, I'll break through that guard of yours"

He held his right hand aloft, clenching his fist, the leather of εξουσία creaking under the pressure.  

[Titan]

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[Sabo]

B ranks are 40tp. You can just save the last post for your next post if you're training something similar.

D and C ranks are 10tp, B ranks are 40tp, A ranks are 80tp and S ranks are 100tp [New site update thing]

Learned +40tp

[Titan]

Tetsu Tekken (Iron Fist)
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A Brawler's true capabilities is within his fists and legs. The Brawler is capable of hitting as if his fists were gauntlets themselves. They say a Brawler's punch is like being smacked by a bull and that is where these power attacks come to play. Those who get hit by a Brawler's Iron Fist feel a knock back effect depending on the user's class.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user is only capable of performing this attack so many times per day depending on how many times the user knows this technique as well as the Class level of the user.
Description: When the user first learns this technique they are capable of performing this technique a total of five times per day as well as any other technique that is in conjunction of the Iron Fist. Every time this technique is learned the user is capable of performing this technique as well other techniques into conjunction one more time. This means that if a user learns this technique twice they are capable of performing this technique a total of six times. Depending on how well and how strong the user is by Class, the user is capable of performing the technique with devastating power. The higher the class is the more devastating the attack will be creating a more sufficient way of breaking one's bones.
D Class - Five Meters Knock back
C Class - Fifteen Meters Knock back
B Class - Twenty Five Meters Knock back - 10% Chance Bones may Break
A Class - Forty Meters Knock back - 30% Chance Bones may Break
S Class - Sixty Meters Knock back - 50% Chance Bones may Break

Limit: Must be a Brawler

[--/10]

The two bulky fighters grinned madly at each other, the blonde who sat off to the side looked at them with withering contempt, as they were both idiots, but they were both powerful idiots. Batal was basically a useless street fighter in comparison to Bengal, who had more experience in fighting, which clearly showed in his stance and technique, but also showed in his superior defense. Batal was tough, that much was certain, but his abilities were outmatched by the older Airontoku who had developed his Ironhide to a much greater degree than most standard Airontoku foot soldiers, almost to an officer degree. That meant that even if they had equal experience in combat, his friend would already be significantly outmatched simply due to their endurance differences. It would be interesting to see how he was going to manage to get the upper hand, or at the very least, how he was going to get anything through that iron guard of the older, crazier Airontoku. If anything, it was going to be very interesting to see how their wild energies matched up. Batal possessed a furious fire that could get anyone inspired to fight, but it never really crossed into the dangerous energy that seemed to exude from Bengal, as though his bloodlust was attempting to choke everyone out who breathed in the same air as the dense fighter. If anything, it did not seem to affect the younger fighter at all, so at least he was able to prevent himself from being overwhelmed simply by the bloodlusted presence.

Two fists struck each other as they attacked. The blow rattled his entire body, and Batal grimaced as could feel his foundations starting to break, he could have sworn that the bones in his forearms were cracking thanks to that strike, but he was not going to back down from the challenge. If the medical team was going to have to be dragged in to scrape him off of the ground, then so be it, he was going to break that stupid thick skull of Bengal no matter what. He stepped back, bringing his head back, feeling the heat from the swing wash over him, he watched the body language of his opponent to read the next strike, which came quickly in the form of a left handed upper cut which he awkwardly tucked his right shoulder into his chest in order to blocked the strike, which managed to deflect the majority of the blow, but still sent him back another couple of steps. He dodged another strike aimed for his face, moving his body to the left his left hand launching forward, cracking against Bengals jaw, sending his head reeling back. The stagger empowered Batal, and he stepped forward getting into the guard of the older Airontoku, preventing him from closing up again, and he rained down with a powerful right handed strike which caught his opponent in the left side of his face, stretching his neck as his surprised face cranked as far right as his neck would allow.

Bengal let out a pained roar as he brought his whole body back, twisting violently, his right hand coming around in a haymaker. From his offensive stance, having put as much force into his strike as he could, it was all he could to pull his upper body back and bring his left arm up to prevent the blow from hitting him with its complete power. It struck his forearm first, which struck his face, then the rest of the strike sent him flying to the side as he cried out in pain. His feet scraped against the earth, tearing it up as he slid, dust kicked up from underneath him. The skin on his arm where the strike had landed was bruising already, his arm throbbed in unbelievable pain, and even his face was beginning to bruise too, even having been blocked, that punch was something else. He was still standing though, and he was actually kind of impressed with himself. Plus, Bengal wasn't looking too hot himself, strands of his normally perfectly kempt black hair was sticking to his sweaty face, it looked knotted and dirty, and it framed his now bruised face, which looked infuriated, like an apex predator that was about to eat some defenseless animal. Batal rubbed his face with his good hand and grinned at the sheer volume of anger that outpoured from his opponent.

"Gottem"

Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to poke the bear, but he had come this far already, what did he have to lose? Even beneath the metal of his gauntlets, his fists ached from the blows he had rained against the thick Airontoku carapace, but he was getting used to it with every strike that he landed. He could feel the difference between the first few blows he had landed in comparison to the last one. The follow through was important, the way he was throwing the punches was not too different, but he was following through more, which slowed his strikes marginally, but increased his power significantly. The more time he spent wearing the gauntlets in combat, the more accustomed to the additional weight he became, and the more confident he was that he could break any sort of defense with the metallic knuckles. He took in a deep breath of air and held it for a moment, trying to cool himself down a little, feeling the need to slow his heartbeat down, as it was pounding in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. He did not realize how close he was getting to losing it. Maybe that wouldn't be the worst idea.

"I'm gonna rip your f*@king head off"

Uh oh.

[Sabo]

Learned +10tp

[Titan]

Penetrating Strike
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User's attacks are capable of penetrating the defenses of some creatures.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Choose one type of weapon that the user has already selected for Weapon Specialization. User's attacks with their selected weapon ignoring up to 5 points of Damage Reduction. This technique does not apply to Damage Reduction without a type (Such as Damage Reduction 10/—). At "B" Class, this is no longer reduced against DR without a type.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique. Must know Weapon Specialization with Selected Weapon

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Each strike that Bengal let loose felt as though it caused shockwaves as they struck with such speed, strength and ferocity that the air around him began to ignite.  He was pissed, and Batal was not having a good time, barely dodging the blows, feeling his already high body temperature begin to skyrocket as the ambient temperature of the attacks began to burn his skin ever so slightly.  It was not often an Airontoku could say he was uncomfortably hot, but it appeared here that it was not as impossible as he thought.  Even more rare than an overheating Airontoku, Batal was not on the offensive, as he was currently ducking and weaving for his life, feeling more like Vallar than himself in those moments.  The attacks were full of anger and power, and the younger Airontoku was under the impression that even one of those strikes would knock him straight out of the fight.  The musculature of the body of his superior had increased, almost doubling the width of his shoulders and chest, which was.... Unexpected to say the least, but he had restrained himself from commenting, feeling as though it might simply make the man even angrier and, well, larger and deadlier.  His footwork moved rapidly as he circled around, trying to keep his attacker at an arms length, though unable to shake him completely, and unable to catch a breath, constantly breathing in searing air, burning his lungs and preventing him from recovering from the beating he had already suffered already.  

There were holes in his stance as he moved and struck out brazenly, but getting in close to take advantage of those mistakes that Bengal was making made him feel uneasy.  Perhaps it was because he was completely outclassed in a show of strength for the first time in a long time, and though it was driven by anger and some sort of powerful transformation technique, it was still impressively terrifying.  Another strike came close to knocking his head off of his shoulders, and again, he was unable to pull back far enough to draw in cool enough air to ease the ache of his lungs, as he was being pursued with such fervor that even his exceptional endurance was being drained.  A powerful stomping kick came towards him, and he decided that this was going to be the time to strike.  He moved his body to the side, letting the heat wash over his body as he moved in close.  Even at the distance between the two, it felt as though Batal had submerged himself in a fire completely.  Though not unbearable thanks to his resistances, it was beyond the scope of his abilities, and he knew for certain in this moment that he was outclassed in every single way by his opponent, and what he was doing was basically buying time, and putting himself in the firing line to practice his abilities.  It did not seem like a sensible trade, but he was not the most sensible guy, so he was fine with that.  All he really wanted to do was land a good, solid hit, even if it ultimately did nothing, it would make him feel better.

He closed in and he could see the whites of the eyes of his opponent, bloodshot and nearly blotted out by the blackness of his pupil which had consumed the iris and spread further than it should have, as though the madness had a physical effect on his body.  Batal was not sure what was happening with that, but it was probably something to do with the fact he was twice the size of a normal man who was already quite large.  His gloved fist struck out against the cheek of Bengal, and with some satisfaction, he felt the blade cut into the flesh of his opponents cheek, managing to break through the enhanced iron hide.  The strike itself did not seem to have entirely the intended effect he wanted, such as freeing up some space, in fact, because he had put as much of his power into it as he could, he had managed to close the gap between them and not force the larger Airontoku away.  Bengal seized at his mistake, gripping Batal by the wrist and pulled as hard as he could.  Batal felt himself pulled from his feet and his back slammed into the ground, cracking the earth, he lay momentarily stunned before he was pulled back into the air and the earth rushed up to meet his face and he tensed his entire body moments before he hit the ground.  He went limp and his hand dropped to the ground as Bengal released his grip on his wrist, raising one large booted foot in the air above the head of the taller Airontoku, who was currently groaning, face down into the earth, unaware of the coming attack.

Bengal grunted as he was struck by an enormous full blade, dented and blunted from being used for training, and now the blade had a new, man shaped dent in the edge.  The blonde stood above his friend, his eyes narrowed and focused on the overwhelmingly powerful Airontoku who was currently about to stomp on his friend.

"Kicking a man while he's down, disappointing"

The black haired Airontoku glared at the blonde gripped the blunt edge of the blade, preventing Vallar from pulling the weapon back and preparing another attack.  He did not release it though, knowing that giving the man a weapon like this would make him even more dangerous.  With his strength, even that thick edge of the weapon could probably cut effectively.  

"Whooo! thanks for the time out!"

Batal seized the ankle of his opponent and wrenched as hard as he could, breaking his balance and sending him to his back as the younger warrior leapt on top, his hands striking Bengal in the face repeatedly, each strike drawing more and more blood as he began to break through the iron hide with more effect, though the rage that clearly imbued him with power certainly managed to dull some of the effect, as even as the strikes rained down, he roared out and bucked the titan from his chest, who took the hint and rolled away, Vallar mirroring the movement and stepping back, giving himself some breathing room too.  Batal was breathing heavily, and his body was in a lot of pain, but he'd be knocked out before he submitted.  The enraged fighter clambered to his feet, his chest heaving heavily, blood running down the multiple cuts on his face, and his nose was currently bent out of shape.

[Sabo]

Learned +10tp

[Titan]

Greater Penetrating Strike
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: User's attacks penetrate the defenses of most foes. Choose a weapon that the user has selected for Penetrating Strike.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User's attacks with the selected weapon ignore up to 10 Armour Points of Damage Reduction. This Amount is reduced to 5 points for Damage Reduction without a type (such as DR 10/—). At "S" Class, this damage is no longer reduced against DR without a type.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique. Must know Penetrating Strike.

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With powerful arms extended outward, his chest seemed to increase in size again as he thrust his head backwards, his mouth opening wide and from his maw an unbelievable scream was let loose.  It was so guttural that Batal was pretty sure that the blood coming from his mouth was not caused by his attacks, as those did not seem to be doing much damage anyway, but by him tearing his own vocal chords with the power of his voice.  The taller Airontoku supposed that the older one was pretty mad at this point, but it was kind of embarrassing on his part to get so worked up by sparring, especially since the bulky madman was clearly outclassing him.  The Titan felt like a seven foot tall pile of shit at the moment, and he did not suppose by being in this fight much longer he would be feeling much better anytime soon, but he had resigned himself to his fate, and he was not going to try and calm the big guy down and save his own skin.  He promised himself time and time again that he would not walk away, but occasionally after a thorough thrashing, he had to remind himself of that attitude, because man was he in some pain.  Not fully taking his eyes off of his opponent, he checked the two new grooves in the earth on the battlefield, both vaguely in the shape of him.  He checked his bare chest, covered in dirt and scratches, but Vallar could be blamed for some of that too.  Were they maybe practicing a little too hard?  

The shriek ended and Bengal stood alert, his eyes bloodshot, irises completely consumed by his pupils.  His body heaved with effort from breathing, and his muscles throbbed eagerly in their swollen state.  The younger Airontoku was impressed, and also slightly disgusted by the form that the man had taken, it was clearly powerful, incredibly so, but as his power grew, it eroded at his sanity, and without his sanity, he was much easier to predict and fight.  Not very easy to damage though, which was why he was getting in some practice with his gauntlets, trying to get the angle right so it did not matter how resistant something was to damage, he could get them with the edge of steel and bypass anything stupid like that.  Hiding behind armor or special defenses was for punks.  But hiding behind raw muscle and natural resistances...  Batal was not quite sure where he stood on yet, as it was natural to assume that he would one day gain these powers, though it was another promise to himself that he would make them look way more impressive than Bengal.  Though considering all things, he did look pretty badass, it was just a shame that he had to be such an asshole about it.  If the guy had a more chill personality, then maybe they could have trained together and the taller of the two could have learned some things from him, instead, they just butted heads all the time, though compared to last time they got in a fight, he was way stronger.  Batal was not sure what kind of training he had been put through, but it must have been hell.  

"I guess I've been taking it too easy, I've fallen way behind and I gotta catch up"

Batal moved first this time, charging into his target, who swung wildly with his right hand, forcing the younger man to stagger his last step and let the attack sweep in front as his left hand guided the attack with some force, forcing him to over reach with the punch, opening up his rib cage, now clad in expanded muscle, and strike twice, hard and fast with his right hand, both punches landing with satisfying sounds of metal on flesh.  Beneath the white fabric of his severely stretched white top, blood began to show, a small line where the metal had cut the muscle at first, then rapidly expanding as the blood began to flow.  Batal did not expect that strike to have caused a significant amount of damage on the surface level, but it was in an awkward place, and he knew the angry Airontoku would have a much more difficult time using his right arm for such powerful attacks now, as that cut on his latissimus dorsi would hurt with each movement.  Or it was supposed to, but he seemed too far gone to be having a standard pain threshold.  A few more might allow him to build up the pain.  Bengal twisted his upper body, his right arm moving back in a reverse grip, his massive hands aiming to catch Batals head beneath the thick fingers.  Luckily, the taller man dodged the clawing strike, able to kick out his right leg and push off one of his opponents solid thighs, sending him a few steps backward.  

Bengal snarled and Batal lowered his stance as they two approached to clash again, a powerful two handed hammerfist came down from above, the taller Airontoku dodged to the side but winced as shrapnel from the earth peppered him, the sharp edges of the debris slicing his skin as it exploded from the impact.  He sacrificed his stable footing for another hit on the other side this time, his gauntlets once more slicing into flesh, spreading more blood on the mans clothing.  With how cheap the bastard was, Batal was expecting a bill for dry-cleaning after this, which would hurt the broke Airontoku more than any punch could.  His eyes moved up and down the muscular frame of his opponent.  Maybe not.  He rolled after the punch, having no way of safely recouping his footing without exposing himself to a hit that would knock him out.  Landing a few feet behind Bengal, he considered leaping onto his back and striking, but moments after than consideration flashed across his mind, the madman turned around, and he realized that he would have landed right into his grasps had he chosen the offensive path here.  He was learning quite a lot about fighting way above his weightclass.  He liked to think this was how Vallar felt in comparison to fighting him, but he was certain that the gulf that separated himself and Bengal was significantly larger than the crack in the earth that represented the difference between him and his best friend.  

[Sabo]

Learned +10tp

[Titan]

Indomitable Fortitude
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own fortitude power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their Fortitude. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Fortitude bonuses.
Limit: Universal TaiJutsu Technique.

The blow felt as though his soul was being removed from his body. It hurt at first. A lot. Unbelieveably painful as the fist seemed to search for an exit through his back, and it did not even feel like any of his bones had put up any resistance against the strike. Then it felt quite serene, as though he was having an out of body experience, and everything had quieted. Then it went black for a moment, and by the time he woke up, he was laying on the cold hard ground and he felt as though he had a hole in stomach, and the ringing in his ears was so intense that everything else was muffled in the background, as though he had just taken a flash bang grenade to the face. The sky was a soft blue, undisturbed by clouds, so he could not tell if the world was spinning, but he was sure the moment he tried to move, he would be experiencing disorientation to its maximum possible level. Did he still have legs or did that bastard rip them off? He could not feel them. Or his arms for that matter. His whole body was numb and for one heart-stopping moment, he thought that he might have had his spine snapped. Managing to do that with a punch to his stomach would have been an impressive feat, but Batal could not summon the energy to feel inspired by the thought.

A shock of blonde hair followed by a pair of slightly concerned blue eyes moved in above him, upside down from his perspective. Vallar did not look too bothered, so it was likely the damage was not so bad that he could not recover quickly enough, but he was just going to rest here and recover from being punched by a guy the size of a truck. Batal could consider himself lucky that he had such incredible fortitude, though not only because of the circumstances of his birth, which did enable some of his more careless activities, but because of his intense training and hard work. Sure, he acted a fool, but when push came to shove, the Titan worked hard to look this good. Not that he felt as though he looked good right now, but he'd be back on his feet in no time.

"You alright?"

Stupid question from a stupid asshole.

"If I'm dead, I'd be in heaven, and you sure as hell wouldn't be there"

The blonde made a face and stepped back. Bengal stood at his feet, he could see the now normal face of the man. The visible vascularity that had emerged while he had been enraged had subdued for the most part, but he could still see some heightened blood flow in his temples, though they were slowly receeding back into his skin. He looked annoyed, and kind of smug. It was an unusual combination of expressions, and Batal hated it. The feeling in his limbs was beginning to return, and it was not a good feeling, but he held his tongue, and instead focussed on centering himself, the pain was fleeting, the experience would be eternal. Next time, he would be able to take two punches of that caliber before getting completely flattened. Bengal simply shook his head and began to walk away, which infuriated Batal, who wanted to get up and slap him upside his stupid head, but as he tensed his core muscles to lift himself from the ground, he found that his midsection had been turned into pudding by that previous strike. His core muscles felt as though they had been put into a blender, atomized, and poured back under his skin. Instead, he had to use his arms to support his weight, and as he pushed himself up, he winced in pain.

The usually tanned skin of his stomach was an angry red and purple, already beginning to bruise. His legs shook and he attempted to stand slowly with some trepidation. On wobbly legs he stood tall, acting as though he was not going to go throw up behind some bushes somewhere. The people who had stood around and watched him get his ass kicked started to filter away, getting back on with their days now that the idiot had his ass kicked again. Vallar was still there, looking vaguely disinterested, though obviously making sure that his friend was able to make it to a medic without issue. They both knew which one he would be seeing, and maybe this time because he was actually wounded, she would talk to him. She could cause more damage in a single look than Bengal could do in a whole day of punching him, and it did not matter how tough he thought he was, no matter how hard he trained his body to endure pain, there was no defense in the world to protect him from her. And yet, he kept going back. He limped forward, wincing with each small step, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body and trying to keep his head up as he moved. A bit shameful, but it was getting to be more and more of a common sight as he kept challenging people far above his paygrade.

[ᖫᖭØMNÏᖫᖭ]

Indomitable Fortitude: +10/Learned