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Subject Post 1Subject: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Fri Dec 04, 2015 3:22 pm
Character: Steiner Franz Time of Day: Early Morning
"What a dud.", Steiner said staring at the rusted and moss covered sword he had pulled from a stone not too long ago. Some would think that pulling a mythical blade from a stone would grant the man who had done it some form of power, some form of amazing boon of some sort, or hell, really anything at all. Steiner, however had gained nothing. Nothing except a piece of dead weight that just never seemed to want to leave his side. Not that he hadn't tried to get the piece of junk away from him. He had gave it to museums, sold it to people for cash, and even thrown the sword away (in a good trash bag as who would want their kid carrying around a blunt instrument like this?). Yet, each and every time he had done this, the blade had came back to him. Like by some form of magic, the blade would show up leaning against his front door, or waiting for him near his mailbox, or much like this morning: waiting for him along a winding trail he had been running for his morning jog. The sword was everywhere and anywhere and at this point it was beginning to make Stein quite upset.
Sure it had been awesome that he had got to live one of his favorite legends of all time, but now that he was living that legend with a not so awesome sword in hand. Well, it just wasn't the same. "What is the deal with you anyway? If you are Excalibur...aren't you suppose to be some awe inspiring weapon. Why the hell are you all rusted and in disrepair?"", Steiner asked stupidly to the inanimate object. In fact, if someone were to come by, and see him talking to this rusted, moss covered sword laying on the banks of the lake they might just deem him as clinically insane, and lock him up. Yet, it did beg the question as to how this sword got the way it was. It was odd that in its condition it still felt quite sturdy when he had it in his hands and that it hadn't broken when he had first taken it from the stone. In fact it was odd that he couldn't remember much of what had happened when he drew the sword from the stone. Every once in a while he would get flashes in his dreams, nothing in clear view, and everything blurry as to best hide whatever Steiner was looking for. Even when he was awake when he would try to think back to that day all he would draw was blanks. It was odd and perplexing, but Steiner would not allow it to interfere with his routine.
"Well if I can't seem to ditch you, then I will just use you for practice.", Steiner grinned as he picked up the blade, swinging the sword as if it were a baseball bat. His stance began to shift naturally as he did, switching from swinging like it was a home run to swinging as if he were swinging at a dreaded foe. It always happened like this when he was holding the sword, it just felt good swinging it, and as he relaxed latent swordsmanship seemed to ooze out from him. "Must of been a swordsman in another life.", Steiner chuckled as he kept swinging the sword. With how the world was now, with all of these beings of immense power, he might have not been too far off. After swinging "Excalibur" for a good twenty minutes, he stopped, drenched in sweat, and tired. The blade didn't appear to weigh much, but it did, and it took a toll with each swing he decided to take. He plunged the almost completely blunt sword into the grassy banks of the lake and then sat down, leaning his back against it as he did so. He took heavy breaths, sweat drenching his white wife beater, and his eyes glancing up at the sky. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his left arm and then looked up the winding path, trying to remember if there had been a drinking fountain nearby.
Nothing coming to mind, Steiner took another deep gasp, and then got back up to his feet, grasping the blade hilt for support, and dredging it from the ground as he got to his feet. "Guess I should get something to drink before I head home. Hopefully there is a fountain along the path.", Steiner said to himself as he began to walk toward the winding path that had taken him here in the first place.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:41 pm
Yoma was feeling bored and wanted to pick up his day. after spending so much time training on his own he wanted to go out and mess with people again. He wanted to grow once more, grow beyond then what his own power by itself could bring him. In order to do that he needed the powers of others he needed them to push him forward. Yoma returned to karakura city to see if he could find anyone of interest as he jumped from building to building. he smiled as he felt all the sounds, aromas, and even movement within the city. it's been so long since he was ready to have so much fun within this old chaotic city.
“hell i been away from this place far too long to think i would being to miss this dusty old place. looks like this was a great place to return to to find a nice little target to play with. let hope they provide great entertainment. if not imma make them provide me with some.If not imma just chaos around town and see what that cooks up if i have to.”
Yoma eventually found his target a strange young man holding a sword which looked way too old and ruined to be of any worth. Yoma was interest in this persona. what was this man’s reasoning to carry such an old weapon.Yoma couldn’t hear what the fool was mumbling but this target began doing basic training. it seemed that he was similar to his other half in a way and that made him detest the man. Yoma remained hidden keeping his eye on the man. the sword in a way reminded him of his own Zanpakutō. a weaponed he had deemed useless but without he wouldn’t have made it this far. was it the same for the sparkly white clothed man. nonetheless Yoma headed towards this man as the man prepared to leave the area. Yoma threw a rock charged with one of his flame mines and had it go off near the man to surprise him and get his attention.
“interesting piece of trash you have there, do you even have a clue how to use it? if not i can destroy it for you”
Yoma took out his own Zanpakutō and readied himself to attack the man, he wanted to see how far he could push him. does this person contain any hope or is he just another worthless soul. he had no idea but he prepared for what would come. he created a charge on his foot and keep his eyes sharply on the blade of his foe.
“Anytime you're ready come towards me if not you could run out of here but if you do imma come following you. the choice of what you're going to do is up to you. so get ready it's time to spark some fun out of you.”
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:44 pm
Character: Steiner Franz Time: Early Morning
He had only made it a few steps on to the path when the explosion shocked him. Debris from the ground where the mine had hit came spewing out in random directions, dirt grass, and sand all mingled in the air for a bit as Steiner fell on to his backside, chunks of debris covering him slightly. Steiner spent a few seconds on the ground, getting his bearings, and focusing on trying to discover what had happened. After all, it wasn't common place for things to explode in this particular park, right? He staggered to one knee, plunging Excalibur blade first into the ground, and getting up to one knee as he heard a voice begin to talk about the quality of the sword he was carrying. At first Steiner didn't say a thing, he listened to the voice before tilting his head up, clearing the sand from his eyes, and then looking at the man who had attacked him with little regard to his well being.
The man was probably no older than him, wearing what could only be considered as body armor, and looking quite different than anyone else he had seen recently in the city. That is when he saw the Zanpakutō, even he knew what that meant, and staggering to his feet he stared straight forward right into the shinigami's eyes. "I can use Excalibur just fine. The real question is why you attacked me, especially with all of these people in the park this morning. What would have happened if that explosion had hit some kid wandering around?", as Steiner said this he noticed the shinigami switch his stance into a more offensive posture. He even drew his blade, a fact that Steiner didn't take as a mark of "friendly" behavior in any way. He clutched the hilt of Excalibur, pulling it from the dirt, and keeping it at the ready by his side. If he got into a fight with a shinigami, he would lose. He knew this because of his physical limitations. He wasn't a spirit who had a soul cutting sword or the ability to use some kind of explosive technique that a normal person couldn't wrap his mind around. No, Steiner was a normal human carrying a rusted sword that he had no idea would be able to handle a one on one battle with someone of the "spiritual" variety.
Steiner's eyes darted around, looking to see if there were people nearby, and trying to assess the situation before making his next move. The hand placed on Excalibur seemed to raise by itself, causing Steiner to jump in surprise as his body seemed to lose its tenseness in favor of a more flexible stance. He wondered if Excalibur was doing it, no that would be impossible, a derelict sword such as this didn't have any mystical properties. It was a broken down piece of crap, yet how did it always return to him, and how did it always seem to get easier to swing it the more it was used by him. He sighed, now was not the time to be thinking about that though, right now he needed to think about the threat to not only himself, but the threat to the people in the park that was right in front of him. "There are people here. Innocent people who could have been hurt by that explosion. I don't know who you are or why you've singled me out...but I will not tolerate random acts of violence against myself or anyone else.", Steiner's stance had shifted from clumsy guy with a rusted sword to a more structured and balanced stance. He didn't want to fight this man, though.
He knew that he was outclassed, he had no powers, and above all else if this guy had seriously wanted to maim him before he could do anything about it, he could have earlier when he didn't see him. However, he wasn't about to back down after that display. This man had bad man intentions, he could have hurt someone, and just thinking about that made the scars on his body ache. Remembering the nights he had made a mistake so trivial, but ended up spending a night in a hospital due to him falling down "some steps", as his father had put it when asked. He wouldn't let anyone feel pain that pain while he was around and would do anything within his power to stop others from inflicting that level of pain on their fellow man.
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Fri Dec 11, 2015 4:40 pm
Yoma smiled as his opponent shifted his stance to something more favorable for battle. Yoma couldn’t help but laugh at this man’s comment about the people in the vicinity of his explosion. It was simple even if he wanted to hurt those people he had another set of eyes watching him preventing from too much damage from even happening. Even then that doesn’t mean that his opponent understood that. if he wanted to he could use this as a threat to force his opponent into fighting. yoma could feel something from this man a potential to grow and he he would do everything to push him and see this potential come out. He saw a reflection of his other half in the man but would this man also be just as stupid?
“What Worried someone might get hurt? that just means you were too weak to protect them? why worry about others? others are just dead weight they slow you down. As why i picked you i only did it for fun nothing special do not think you are anything important.”
Yoma charged in towards the man moving as quickly as his feet would carry him with his blade ready to lunge forward. As he got close to his opponent he would set off the charge on his blade and cause an explosion that as a result create a cloud of smoke and effectively lowing visibility in the area. Nearby civilians would also be suffering from the heat created and smoke surrounding them. In the worse case minor burns and small amounts of choking not enough to kill but to cause irritation. Within this period Yoma would strike any unprotected and unguarded areas on steiner franz’s body not trying to cause any major wounds but small wounds that over time would add up.
“Are you enjoying this? You did say you will not tolerate random acts of violence against myself or anyone else. so in this case should i just attack everyone here and see if you will do anything, or are you just speaking with your mouth full of crap? Either way i am going to enjoy myself. Just so you are aware my name is Yoma Yazaki. Yours?”
Yoma wanted to anger aggravate his opponent he wanted to see what he would do when pushed and pushed up until his breaking point. what kind of power would be revealed and what kind of path it would lead the kid towards.
Original show your disgust if you want want towards me but scale back my power for any big attacks i don’t want innocent people outside this fight to be too badly harmed. I am only interested in my target.
Yoma could feel that there were a number of people here and that the two explosions and the cloud of smoke should be scaring a number of them away. So scaling back shouldn’t last too long. Yet, he knew that the longer his power was held back the more enjoyment he could have with his target. He also didn't want civilians to get hurt. he didn't want unneeded causalities.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Sat Dec 12, 2015 2:50 pm
Character Name: Steiner Franz Time of Day: Morning
He listened to the man's words, his face twisting into what could be as close to anger as Steiner could get. His eyes flickered with emotion, a dull rage that lit his soul on fire, and filled him with the want to overpower this Shinigami. How he was going to do that? Well Steiner had no idea at the time and as the attack began, he instantly went on high alert. There was no time for rebuttal or words, there was only time to act, and time to defend. He didn't hesitate to draw his blade into a defensive position, it came naturally like riding a bike at this point, and Steiner had no time to question what was happening to him. He would allow the blade to guide him and push him. That is when the shinigami let loose an explosion along his blade, the smoke filling his vision, and the heat of the explosion causing himself to wince in discomfort from the flame. Steiner had been caught off guard, he had only thought that he could use these explosions as projectiles, it had been a big mistake on the youth's part, and now he was going to pay the price.
Slash. Steiner let loose a howl of pain as a slash from the smoke cut him across the chest, cutting through his wife beater like butter, and sending blood splattering across the green grass. Slash. Another swing from the smoke caught Steiner along his right arm, cutting through flesh, and not causing too much damage, but none the less causing him to howl again. Steiner's stance shifted, his human instinct telling to him to run, and scurry like a rat from a cat. However, Steiner's took the wheel at that moment. There was no running away from his unknown assailant and there was no give in him, for a moment he had forgotten the torments of squandered youth. The pain he had felt as he had been battered and broken from an uncaring father while his negligent mother ignored his pleads for mercy. It struck a cord with Steiner and as he heard a young child crying in fear nearby, Steiner's stance tightened up, and focusing his senses he listened for the voice of his adversary.
It was rudimentary combat tactics. If he couldn't see his opponent, Steiner would instead listen to the voice, and let his dull blade do the talking. Steiner waited, more slashes came, and each one would find their mark, but Steiner, feeling weaker with each passing moment from the cuts accumulating on his body, would bide his time. That is when he spoke, jeering at him, and trying to goad him into an attack that would lead him to his loss. Yoma was his assailant's name and he wanted to know his. Steiner would give his answer. His strong arm clenched the hilt of Excalibur and much like an old world knight, his second hand would come to the hilt as well. It felt natural, it felt right this way. And much like an old world knight, Steiner lunged at the source of the voice. "The name is Steiner Franz! I may not be as strong as you or the threats that loom around this world, but I will not sit idly by while people suffer.", Steiner shouted as he jumped up slightly, bringing down the blunt and rusted sword, his Excalibur, down upon where the voice of his opponent had came from. His body weight, one hundred and seventy pounds, plus the strength of his swing would be what this man would answer to.
This man would rue the day he targeted him and caused these innocent people such fear. Just this once...show me why you are the Blade of Kings, Excalibur. Show me what sort of mystical powers you have!, Steiner roared internally as he slashed through the smoke at his foe.
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Subject Post 6Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Thu Jan 21, 2016 2:50 pm
Yoma knew that his opponent would not be as foolish as he thought and would still find him through the smoked up area especially since with how loud he was when commenting to the other man. what a racket he had caused so early in the morning, the park seemed less and less like an attraction for children and more like a painting of war. Yoma couldn’t help but smile he had heard the other man clarify and state his His name. Steiner Franz, Steiner has also stated how he isn’t very strong or strong enough to face the threat that faces this world but he will not stand idly by and let people get hurt. Yoma was bored by this comment of stupidity, Yet he didn’t have much time until Steiner was right above him swinging his blade downwards with all his force and momentum behind it.
Within this small moment of time Yoma decided to do nothing and take the full force of Steiner’s attack. Bored and resisting the pain and cut brought from the blunt sword Yoma attempts to grab the sword and sets an explosion off under his own feet causing the ground the two men were standing on to become unstable and scatter. Yoma continued to stand and absorb the shock wave. Unknown if steiner still held the energy to continue but due to his own drive yoma believed that he would be fine. in this case steiner is expected to had been knocked back from the shockwave.
“How stupid are you? is your goal really to protect people or did you come up with that as an excuse? You don’t have the power to face the evils of this damn world your motivation so weak that your ending hitting a wall and won’t be able to surpass your current level of power.”
At this point Yoma felt that correction was needed. He unleashed roaring flames around him and steiner to limit his area of movement. what remained of the park started to be consumed in the flames and emptied out the park of what was remaining. Yoma kept sending wave and wave of flames towards steiner to keep him moving and reduce what strength he expected him to have.
“Are you willing to continue trying or should i end this? You better rethink your motivation or this won’t end happily. simply protecting people is a shallow motivation it will lead you nowhere. eventually you won’t know what else to do or what path to follow.”
Yoma gathered wild flames within the palm of his hand and began forming a ball of flame. He pointed it towards Steiner. with a look of boredom and anger yoma braced himself to fire the shot towards Steiner.
“I want to see how you handle this situation will you survive or will you die show me your instincts for battle. If not you will not leave this place without having to given something up. Prepared? let's go.”
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Thu Jan 21, 2016 4:47 pm
Artist: Toby Fox - Song: Battle Against A True Hero (Metal Cover) - Word Count: 1,051
All of Steiner's physical training and pushing himself each and every single morning had brought him to a violent clash with a person that seemed to think so little of him. Sure, he didn't have the most power in the world, and to be honest he had literally zero reason to believe that he had the strength to take on this foe for certain, but he had to try. All of his hard work and effort were to get to the point to where he could protect people from the things that went bump in the shadows, people like this being who was attacking him, that had very little care for the people they trampled on their way to proving their point included. So as he hit his blow on Yoma and watched him just take it like it meant absolutely nothing to him, Steiner had to question just how much stronger this being was than him currently. Sure, Excalibur had hit its mark cutting him, and dealing some damage, but the being just took it, and continued to stand as if nothing had happened.
That is when Yoma touched the blunt blade of Excalibur, confusing the young man more than anything, and then exploded the ground underneath him as casually as he had taken breaths. Steiner stumbled for a second, still clutching the hilt of the sword, and not letting go of the blade as the earth beneath his feet violently shook from the seismic assault that Yoma had unleashed. He stood tall, his balance wavering ever so often, but none the less Steiner continued to stand. The nature of his training gave him the physical tools to at least do that, but the people around him were scattering, and running away. That was probably a smart idea as the battle could go either way at this point. Oh who was he kidding? The fight was probably going to become a one sided affair as one of them had powers and the other did not, him being one of the people who just didn't have the powers to deal with something like this.
Steiner, however was not backing down, and as the shakes of the earth ended leaving the two warriors standing face to face, Steiner would pull on Excalibur with all of his might trying to release it from his opponent's hands as Yoma went on his speech. It stung him deeply that a being would target his lack of ability and call him foolish for aspiring to new heights when he lacked the power to do anything. It was true that he lacked power, but what he lacked in power, he made up for in spirit, and will. He had the heart of a hero and in this world, a world where people could fly and rain down destruction on the world, that was more than enough to tread the path of heroism. He would give up on trying to take Excalibur from the grasps of his foe and instead would jump over one of the pieces of upturned earth to get distance away from his foe.
He needed the blade back, as much as it pained him to say that, but that blade was the one thing that he had in this world that was his. As Yoma began to launch waves of fire around, randomly scorching the earth like it was no big deal, and obviously gloating about how he was the one with powers while Steiner was not, Steiner began to leap and move around, dodging the assaults. It was after a particular near hit that he saw his surroundings. The horrible battle going on here had damaged the park much more than he had initially anticipated, and even worse the people who were still there were surrounded by flames. Steiner shook in anger and frustration as Yoma continued to spout out his doctrine and egging him on.
"Stop this...you are putting people's lives on the line! If you keep going like this, someone could die. Listen, I get you want to beat me and do whatever you want to do to me, but don't involve these people. These are living people with families, friends, and colleagues who will miss them if they die!", Steiner shouted over the roar of the fire, his skin covered in soot, and sweat. His breaths were shallow due to the smoke caused from the fire and he was struggling to catch even a single break for an opening to attack his foe, but he was quite literally winded, and there wasn't much that he could do at this moment. That is when Yoma began to charge up his fireball and aimed it directly at Steiner. His eyes went wide as he realized that in these next few moments things were do or die, sink or swim, hell any analogy that pointed toward if a mistake was made he would be toast. Literally.
Yet this was also his chance to attack at his foe, but he had to do this intelligently, and play his cards right otherwise he would be nothing more than a mark of char and ash. However, Steiner wasn't going to let that happen, not now at the least, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure he didn't burst into flames here. So, he waited for his chance as his foe channeled the power of the fire element within his hand, and readied himself to fire. Steiner then made a mad dash at his foe, rushing forward with bad man intentions, and looking to smash his opponents face in with his fist. If the opponent were to fire his fireball, Steiner would then roll to the side of the fireball, and then continue his charge. However, his true intention was to make this attack a feint to cause his opponent to have to defend himself, in that moment he would reach out for Excalibur and hopefully pull it from his grip.
If he didn't defend himself, Steiner would aim for the face, and hope to knock his opponent's head clear off his shoulders with all of his might.
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Subject Post 8Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:57 am
After everything and the hell that he has created the fool steiner continued to push his luck. It seemed that his determination to continue protecting others was what gave him the power to keep going. Yoma had taken steiner’s weapon and had also trapped him within a smaller radius of the park to limit his fighting area. Yet he dodged all the waves of flames thrown his way. Steiner the man blinded by the intentions of yoma by the way yoma saw it was just fighting blindly. Steiner’s own foolishness bothered yoma he expected something great and special. Especially since it is the weak that hold the key to great power. Steiner was putty and if he wanted to become strong he needs to mold his future early on. Yet he stubbornly refused to accept yoma.
Yoma aware of the people of the area much modified the flames within these areas to give them more movement and prevent the heat of the flames from harming them. the flames were ready to protect the people from Yoma future attacks. while at the same time placing a quick charge on steiner’s weapon. This charge left no visible markings or changes on the sword while the charge placement is almost instant where one could not tell that it was placed. Yoma threw the blade back towards Steiner’s direction as soon as he spotted steiner making a mad dash towards him. Yoma knew he need to get to a good range before allowing his modified fireball to go off or else he would miss. Yoma had charges set on his body and rushed towards Steiner as the man did before him. Once with in range yoma would summon more flames to surround around himself and Steiner. Having the charges ready to go off if steiner tried escaping to propel him closer to him up to a maximum of 3 times. Each causing a great strain on Yoma’s body. Once he was close enough he would launch the fireball within his right palm with all his might to burst upon contact with the ground. The moment the attack touches either a person or any other solid object it will burst in an eruption similar to multiple fireworks going off at once. The explosion would have enough power to consume the whole park in flames at once. Even Yoma himself would struggle to recover from this. This attack contained what yoma considered his full desire to grow beyond his now and surpass it.
What route would steiner take to protect himself or would he no longer be able to push forward. Would be able to shake this off? Yoma pounded how strong steiner's will truly was and if he would continue. Yoma had no concern for the civilians he knew that the Original would protect them but Yoma knew he was being too rough with his body and would struggle to continue. He would probably contain very little fighting energy with him to keep going for much longer but that didn’t mean he would allow his opponent to figure that out. Til the very end Yoma was ready.
Subject Post 9Subject: Re: A Morning Jog with The Blade of Kings (Open) Thu Feb 18, 2016 5:52 pm
Artist: Fujisawa Kenji - Song: Battle! - Word Count: 1,103
There was something about how this person was going about his business, a sort of irritating burning sensation that filled Steiner's whole being when he watched the horrors that the shinigami was committing. There was very little care in the world for the shinigami as he lit the park ablaze, all the while Steiner could feel that all eyes were on him, and that the shinigami was testing him. Pushing him father, perhaps, than the young man truly wanted to go. He had never felt like killing another person before, he had never felt the urge to kill someone, but as he watched the mayhem...the destruction. Steiner felt some pinge of anger that was slowly twisting and turning his insides to the point of no return, to the point of wanting to end the shinigami's existence in order to save these people. Yet, Steiner knew he would never take that step, and that he would never kill another being, pushed to the brink or otherwise. Yet, seeing these people in distress seemed to click something inside of him, a drive of sorts, to push himself harder to defeat this opponent without resorting to the same tactics as his opponent.
So though Yoma viewed Steiner as blinded by his own heroism and courageous actions of putting himself in this hell-like war zone, Steiner was going to prove him wrong. There was nothing blind about what Steiner was doing, furthermore if the shinigami had analyzed Steiner better instead of inherently judging his opponent on a mere glance, he would learn the hard way of what years of actual training looked like. He would notice the scars along his arms, remnants of a horrible childhood that had been the foundation for his need to get stronger, not just for himself, but to also help those who were in need. And what had Yoma done? He had put people in danger, sure Steiner didn't know that there was someone else pulling the strings inside, stopping the fire from hurting people, but when put in this situation a man like Steiner...a formless mass of putty that can be shaped into anything...would begin to form on its own. Steiner's physical tools, combined with his indomitable will, and his desire to help these people were things that Yoma did not have, and more than that the driving factors were different.
Steiner wasn't just flinging himself at an opponent for his own purposes like Yoma's Alter was, no Steiner was doing this to stop this chaos, and that alone was enough to push Steiner further...harder than before. So as Steiner closed distance, seeing his blade casually thrown at him Steiner's mind would remember the rock thrown earlier, and began to connect the dots almost immediately using his own mental deduction. He had nearly been caught in an explosion from a rock moments earlier and now Yoma's Alter was simply giving him back his weapon, and charging forward? Steiner may have been young and just finding his way in this world, but he wasn't an idiot, and within the moment that Steiner sidestepped the sword which spun until it went blade first into the dirt behind Steiner. Steiner was charging forward with the intent of knocking some sense into the shinigami, this wasn't an act of blindness, but an act of intent, and Steiner was going to put his all behind this assault.
As he drew nearer to Yoma's Alter, the flames would begin to thicken, and Steiner would feel the lick of the flames on his skin. Searing and burning him greatly, Steiner would grit his teeth, using his will to succeed, and his will to protect these people to push through this pain, and to continue to fight. Steiner knew he would hurt later and that his body would need some time to recover, but with the adrenaline pumping, and his desire to put Yoma's Alter in his place on top of his list, he shook it off. As the two drew close enough, Yoma would launch his fire ball at Steiner, who at that moment had no idea how to truly react to what was coming his way. With his momentum he wouldn't be able to side-step or roll out of the way and that was a frightening prospect for the young Steiner Franz. He was risking his life here and unlike Yoma's Alter, he didn't have access to any powers that could help him fight in this instance. Right now, Steiner was using his skills that he had honed working out every single day to reach this point, but right now all that training to hone those skills was not enough to dodge this fireball.
In that moment, Steiner's body would become the target of Yoma's fireball, but as the bright light of the explosion would consume Steiner, the iris of Steiner's left eye would change to purple. If Yoma's Alter was paying close enough attention he would notice a spike of spiritual energy that didn't feel humanoid in nature, but that spike would disappear rather quickly. Steiner would emerge from the smoke of the attack, running forward, but looking like hell. He had clearly taken a great deal of damage from the explosion and that was evident from all of the open wounds and the tattered clothes. Oddly enough there were no burn marks or singed skin, Steiner looked untouched by the flames of the fireball, but he looked like the explosion had done a number on him. Yet, Steiner still charged forward, as if on autopilot, and it seemed as though that were the truth as both his eyes appeared glazed over as if he were already unconscious.
To tell the truth, Steiner was on the edge of passing out due to pain, but the aforementioned adrenaline was pushing him forward, and unknown to him...he had a helper on the inside pushing him full of his own energy. Not enough to be as noticeable as before, but enough to keep Steiner going for a bit longer. Steiner would lunge forward, trying his best to send a punch straight to the smug face of his opponent. If his opponent would somehow move out of the way, Steiner would roll back to his feet from a failed lunging punch, and turn his direction toward his foe, preparing himself for whatever Yoma's Alter had up his sleeve next. Steiner would howl at his foe and for a slight second a second, another voice would merge with his own, a momentary flicker of purple popping up in that left iris again: "I will not lose!"