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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training]   Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training] EmptyMon May 31, 2021 4:24 pm


Uriel Sancroix | Half Blood


If he was to rise any higher and gain the respect he needed among the ranks, his peers, and his superiors Uriel would need to learn either Volstandig or Letz Stil. In truth the former was so far outside his grasp it wasn't even funny. But what was within his grasp, and his natural talent, was the latter. It was no hidden fact that Uriel was rather gifted in his ability to assert his power over a large area and draw in Reishi. In fact it was something which augmented his powers such that it was a staple of his fighting style. So it wouldn't be too hard for him to set into motion the practice of obtaining Letz Stil.

However, his large prowess and talent proved to be a bit of a problem. The standard training route of using a Sanrei glove was frankly ineffective and inefficient for the man. He needed something far stronger to match his skill level, and normally such a thing would be outside his realms. But with the support of the Vandenreich, and his own position within it, he was able to coordinate with the R and R department for a solution to his issues. As it turned out, a Sanrei glove didn't need to be a glove. It just had to be something which pushed Reishi from him, and something large enough to make a difference.

That was how they settled onto the idea of clothing. Specifically, a cape.

Uriel was a unique case already being a Hybrid, he didn't form a spirit weapon as was typical with most Quincy. He focused his Reishi to empower his body, and his Zanpakatou. It was essentially more raw energy, and helped stabilize the connection betwixt companion and wielder. The cape which now adorned his body, with some aesthetically pleasing choices, had a tangible impact on his ability to draw in Reishi towards him. It was straining in a way which he had not felt since his battle with Helle Armstrong or his beginnings with his powers.

Thus, with the preparations made, Uriel would have secured a training facility to practice this task. For those who wished to join the Administrator, he was currently wearing his battle outfit with the addition of the cape. His armored hands gripping the hilt of his Zanpakatou, fighting shadow opponents as he steadily tried to draw in Reishi. Noticeably, a glow seemed to be emitting from his body. If one was to approach closer, it seemed there was a tangible heat coming from him. The air it's self around him hazy, such as when one looks above a fire. A sweat had formed on his brow, as he six foot eight giant would commit to his training.

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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Sternritter

Alastair had heard mention of the Todgestalten's giant administrator before, a real brute of a man with some unique powers. He figured it likely they had met in passing before but never acknowledged the other, that was the difference between their two divisions and the staff therein. Interesting people did generally attract each other though. So, when he heard that Uriel had booked an entire facility for some advanced training exercises with an open invitation, he supposed it was high time that they met formally.

The rumour mill did not quite do Uriel justice though, as Alastair eyed the mountain of a man warily from across the room. Even compared to Alastair himself, who stood well over six feet tall, there was a notable difference in both height and breadth. He wore a full suit of armour too, quite a different style to the full combat leathers that Alastair wore and clung tightly to his slender frame. They both wore capes of sorts though, he did note with a pleasant surprise, as he made sure his Sternritter cloak was adjusted properly before approaching.

"Administrator Sancroix, I hope you do not mind if I step in."

His tone was dry, his comment sounding more like a statement than a question, but perhaps that was due to the heat that was being exuded as he drew closer to the armoured man. His arm shot out sideways, his body straining against the Sanrei glove he wore as he gathered the Reishi for his Spirit Weapon. A familiar bronze handle soon materialising within his grasp, he let Uriel go about finishing the last of his shadows.

As a gaze no doubt fell upon him, he called out once more to introduce himself with his free hand resting on against his chest. At least then they would have the pleasantries out of the way.

"Alastair Eisfluch, with the Sternritter. I came here to practice too, I suppose."

From the brass handle he now held, two orange-yellow bow limbs soon sprouted - as Falke was now complete in its bow form, and Alastair levelled the weapon towards his would-be opponent. He had no doubt that this would be a challenging fight, but that was oftentimes the best way to push oneself beyond former constraints.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training]   Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training] EmptyThu Sep 16, 2021 2:53 pm


Uriel Sancroix | Half Blood


Uriel let out a breath which seemed to immediately turn to steam in the room, despite the heat emitting from him he wasn't sweating all the much from that. Instead, to the perceptive eyes of a Quincy they would be able to tell he was steadily drawing Reishi towards him despite the massive resistance his cape was giving. Whatever his reasons the Administrator seemed fully dedicated to the task at hand, requiring a focus and force of will rarely exhibited. But he had to guess he had not risen as far as he had, or gained the power he did, without some level of conviction.

His blue irises would peer towards the fellow Quincy giving them a strained, but well intentioned, smile. It was pleasing to see his offer taken, and despite the circumstances the man seemed to be genuinely happy. "Eisfluch, huh? A Sternritter, fancy seeing you here." He'd jest lightly, clearly poking fun at his branch. While he had no real malice towards any Sternritter, a friendly rivalry between his branch the Todgestalten and them helped spur growth on both sides. With that he'd shift his weight, his hand raising the two-handed sword adopting a balanced stance.

"It'd be nice to have a partner, if you're so inclined."

A grin followed as the words left his lips as the other man raised the bow to him. it appeared this would be a battle between melee weapon, and bow. He had to admit normally such a thing wouldn't favor him. But this was bound to be interesting, particularly being at the disadvantage of having to actively focus on drawing Reishi into his Zanpakatou. Man this was exciting! He hadn't been able to get some training, some harsh training, like this for quite some time. As he eye'd the bow waiting for the first arrow, he'd adjust his grip to a more offensive style as the tip of his blade lowered towards the ground nearly touching it. He'd favor his left side as the tip was pointing behind him.

A traditional sword fighting stance, but certainly interesting for this encounter. He'd make the first move. His muscles would coil and tighten as he took a step forward so quickly that it seemed unnatural, but it was not a movement technique. Instead it was raw physicality, as a small wind force was generated from such movement. His body rushing towards Eisfluch, attempting to cross the short distance between them. The tip of his Zanpakatou would drag against the ground creating sparks while it cleanly cut a thin line unto the floor, either from his strength, his powers, or the reishi enhancement. However, as Uriel approached the heat which he had exuded seem to be more keenly focused around his sword enough to actually cause discomfort and outright minor burns if close enough for long enough.

Provided Eisfluch decided to shoot an arrow towards him, Uriel would raise his sword early to slash at the energy and attempt to close the distance via arcing the sword downward towards them. A testing strike.

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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Sternritter

"I also could not let you Todgestalten have all the fun."

Uriel's smoking grin was matched by the barest hint of acknowledgement from Alastair, lips curling into the faintest of smiles as he nodded for the Administrator to begin his approach. Just as sapphire eyes studied him, so too did an amber gaze carefully gauge the man who he had challenged so brazenly. He had very little to go on regarding his opponent's capabilities beyond his obvious size, strength, and the heat that was being steadily emitted from him to encase his blade. However, he could not afford to be overly cautious lest he wind up on his ass before even making a fair show of himself.

Gambling a half-second of reaction time, Alastair did not take his first shot as soon as the first step was taken and instead studied the manner in which Uriel rushed forward. Noting the ease with which the broadsword slid through the floor, he rationalised that avoiding contact with it altogether would be the best outcome. Hardly something that required a genius intellect, but every piece of information was something to be used.

He released the arrow then, a Heilig Pfeil coursing straight for the core of Sancroix's armour, and began to backpedal without paying attention to whether the shot connected or not. His focus had already shifted toward clearing any distance that he could, and even if the attack had somehow found its way past his guard then it was unlikely to bring the man down. The decision to retreat was rewarded almost instantly, as Alastair used Hirenkyaku to travel backwards just in time to avoid the downward swing of the sword. The heat was almost palpable, despite the distance between the metal and its retreating target, a notion that he was not expecting to feel but did not yet seem to cause him any additional distress.

Even in that armour, wielding that sword, and carrying all that extra weight, Uriel was the faster of the pair. Therefore, if he wanted to actually achieve something, Alastair had to be smarter.

Stepping back once, then again, he suddenly darted sharply to the right without a moments pause. Knocking another arrow, he aimed low to try to force Uriel to defend or risk hampering his advantageous mobility and released, before beginning to step away again in the same pattern. It was a rudimentary attempt to put his opponent in the centre of a circle and rain arrows down upon them whilst they constantly had to turn to face him and struggle to give further chase. Most obviously, it invited Uriel to do anything but continue to charge straight at him.

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Uriel Sancroix | Half Blood


The measure of a man was not the amount of success he had gathered in his life, but how many burdens he has endured. It was not the pedigree of a man that made him worthy, but the conflict he endured to achieve what he has. In this clashing of soldiers from far different backgrounds, with their own ideologies, whom sought to uphold them their own way, there was an immense joy in Uriel's heart. In the vibrant blue irises of Uriel he watched the arrow speed towards him, moving with precision only achieved through dedication. Every inch coming close, and closer, until his own blade met said arrow dispersing the energy.

Even as he approached the man with his own offensive, and their reaction away, Uriel did not grimace in frustration. Instead his lips pulled themselves back, his teeth bearing themselves in a wide grin. The special operations leader reveled in this. To the uninitiated of Uriel some might thing this was a blood lust, some primal uncivilized manner of barbarism. But it ran deeper than that, as his foot steps slammed against the ground moving towards Alastair there was passion to it. As his eyes quickly followed the aiming of the other man, he'd peel off to the side as debris kicked upwards from such a powerful and sudden turn.

"Tell me, Alastair, do you know why so many associate glory with conflict!?" Uriel would call as he moved along the side of the arena, his movements unlike the other quincy. Instead of a high speed movement technique, his body moved unnaturally quickly. It almost seemed impractical as every step crushed the ground beneath him, throwing material into the air as dust and rock. "It is because there can be no glory without risk! The more you wager, the more you stand to lose, the greater and truer the victory." He'd invoke with such sentiment, such fervent belief, that it was almost strange a man of his character didn't join the Sternritters.

He pivoted once more moving towards Alastair as he aimed low, for a moment appearing as if he was going to take the strike head on. But instead he performed a mad act, perhaps even insane. He jumped. More than that, he threw himself forward in a grand leap with his head first, the arrow passing but a hand width away from his chest. As he traded all mobility, all sense, to do something which no one would expect. His blade raised high in one hand, his other outstretched before him seeking to either act as a shield or grasp Alastair. Although, the speed and surprise of this made it unlike for Alastair to shoot and arrow or move.

"And what wager could be more than your honor, your blood, or your life? To put your character to the test, win or lose, is that not the grandest prize of all!?" The soldier-warrior would cry as he either made contact with Alastair, barreling into him seeking to bright down his blade upon him or use his body as a battering ram. All the while his Reiatsu rising, the cape on his body now quite literally set aflame. He was close, so close.

A flicker of orange-reddish reiatsu seemed to flake off his skin, like that of ember prepared to set a wicker house ablaze.

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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training]   Fission [Open] [Letz Stil Training] EmptyFri Sep 17, 2021 1:20 pm

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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Sternritter

The tenacity of this man was frustratingly admirable, dogged in both his pursuit of Alastair and his spouting of rambling ideology. Uriel's words gave away his heart, that of a warrior, and in that Alastair had to acknowledge that they were perhaps equals. He was rarely one to be so vocal about his inner desires though, exchanging banter in the midst of a heated duel was unbecoming of a man of noble bearing and a knight of the Sternritter. Still, it would be false of him to deny that a response bubbled within his chest, and this energy was rather infectious.

"Fools use glory as a justification for their recklessness." Unlike Uriel, who bore a wolfish smile proudly, Alastair fired back with an intense stare of his own. He shot low as Uriel pushed forwards once more, his brow furrowing as his arrow found only the floor beneath his target, and he looked up in time to see the great mass travelling towards him in the form of a giant flaming shadow. A weaker man might have buckled at the sight of such a thing, but to Alastair it was an almost majestic movement and he could not help but respond in turn.

"It is how much you are willing to sacrifice that defines the authenticity of a victory, for is a victory won by luck alone a prize to be cherished at all?" His words were not a battle cry, instead, it was a scathing remark on the folly that had been presented to him. Delivered with a degree of confidence that fought to undercut his opponent's fervour and drag him down to his level, as he punched the word victory with a tempered passion. "To push yourself further than you did before, to strain yourself against limits only you can see, therein lies a true victory."

And so the Sternritter held his ground before his falling foe, the time in which he could have attacked having been sacrificed to pump blue Vene throughout his system. Only now, as his body hardened itself against the no-doubt deadly attack that was coming his way, did Alastair move. But he did not attempt to retreat, nor even dodge, rather he stepped forwards into the oncoming arm strike and swung Falke like one might a club rather than a bow.

Just as reiatsu appeared to flake off of Uriel's skin, so too did reishi appear to bubble and shift within Alastair's spirit weapon itself as he unleashed an Entladungsstreik at point-blank range as the club connected. There was no finesse to his strategy, as part of the technique he surrendered a portion of the energy currently gathered within his weapon and forcibly detonated it in an attempt to counter the attack. If impactful, it might scatter them away from one another and buy him a moment's reprieve, otherwise, he had put himself in the exact position that Uriel expected him to be in.

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Uriel Sancroix | Half Blood


How much was he willing to sacrifice for victory? It was a marvelous concept. In some respects he greatly respected such an ideology, it didn't conflict with his own. But there was a difference to it, a starkness in their views which separated them. In truth, it wouldn't be all that inaccurate to say they where mirrors of each other. That should they switch places in the organization, they both might be better suited to the other. But in truth, they both held their reasons to embark on the paths they've chosen. The circumstances of their their destinies led them down different paths.

It perhaps in this regard, tragic, the paths they both traveled.

The world seemed to slow as they began towards collision. The arc of Alastair's bow towards Uriel, swung like a blunt object rather than the fine weapon it was. The hand of Uriel moving to meet the said object, until finally they struck. His fingers closing around the object at the moment the blast was released, unbeknownst to Uriel. Searing hot pain seemed to erupt in his hand, had his bones not been reinforced there might be a good chance said fingers would be gone. However, this did little for the skin and nails on his hand.

The armor on his hand was blown away, as much of the force was smothered absorbed directly by his hand. The skin blasting off hand along with nails, leaving a fleshy reddened mess of nerves and muscles. Crimson ichor scattering across them both. Searing pain shooting up his arm. But ah, how well fought this was. As their bodies inched ever closer, the wolfish grin on Uriel's face displayed it all. It spoke volumes, not a single word needing to leave his mouth.

'Was this sacrifice, enough?'

Their bodies would collide collide, however, in such a way which would not realistically allow Uriel to bring his blade down. Instead his armored shoulder would seek to find purchase into Alastair's chest, or face, intending to send both backwards. Uriel crashing into the ground regardless, rolling for a bit as he got to his feet with remarkable quickness. His Zanpakatou stabbing into the ground as he got upwards, his left hand being brought to his face to inspect it. It was steadily dripping dark crimson, which elicited a grim chuckle from the man.

"Surprising move." He'd remark steadily as he closed his bloodied hand into a fist, as blood seemed to pour out of the hand unto the floor. "I think it's time, I got serious." Uriel would remark as his he lifted his Zanpakatou, raising it steadily towards the sky. The temperature of the room began to rise, quite rapidly, as his reiatsu spiked.

"Cast your gaze, and sacrifice your sight, Sol."

An explosion of heat, and reiatsu was felt. Waves of pressure emitting from the Shinigami as his longsword began to transform. Casting it's self in flames, the weapon would begin to widen and growth until the two-handed sword was noticeably thicker. His cape at this point seemed to approaching white-hot, as the sudden pressure of the room was pulled inward towards him as a sweat formed on his brow. His teeth clinching into a tight smile. This was his Shikai, and soon, he'd be able to tap into that greater depths of power.

"Men often confuse foolishness and bravery within the same breath, not which they shall be when the dust settles. If my victory was decided by Luck, then I shall thank God for favoring me." He'd offer a cheeky grin, as his head tilted. He could feel the dampened effect of his flames due to how close to midnight it was. Annoying to say the least, but it did help equalize this fight a bit. At least in terms of raw energy. It'd make things more interesting. His bloodied hand would raise upwards once more closing in a fist pointing to Alastair.

"Come at me, let us see what you are willing to wager. What you are willing to sacrifice. Let's go!"

He'd shout at the man, his face holding a wide, welcoming, grin.

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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Sternritter

The sudden explosion of force that came from his spirit weapon detonating was enough to push Alastair backwards, but he had barely begun to move before an armoured shoulder slammed into his chest. As crimson sprayed from Uriel's wound, so too did it meld with the blood and spittle that was forcibly expunged from his own mouth as a crushing weight collided with his ribcage and threw him back a considerable distance. Were it not for his blut, the sheer mass of the armoured giant might have been enough to flatten Alastair into the ground. Instead, he rose back to his feet and wiped away a smear of red upon the back of his glove.

"Satisfactory, yet here I was being serious from the first step."

It was a joke, he supposed, though the delivery was as bone dry as ever to the point that it might not even come off as such. The handle of Falke hung loose in his hand, the top limb of the bow having dissipated from the force of that previous discharge. It would take time for him to gather up the energy to reform the weapon in its bow state, and time was something he did not have. At the sound of a release call, that became only more apparent and he had to resist the urge to just stand there and admire the sudden change that Uriel underwent as his Shikai took hold. The heat had passed the point of blissful ignorance, though, as he felt the sweat forming on his brow and across his body as the pressure only increased.

"Put your faith in whatever you must, whatever you believe to guide you to victory, but it appears that I must fight your fire with my own."

Alastair steadied himself, standing tall in the face of his opponent, and then he took the first step forwards. He danced Falke across his hand, inverting the weapon now so that it would function as an improvised sword, but it was not that which would likely draw Uriel's attention. Orange eyes began to light up, brighter and brighter until there were no irises to be seen and the pure white glow was all that remained. The amount of reishi he was drawing had suddenly begun to spike, now a release of his own was coming.

"Bask in the glow of Der Feuersouverän."

That was only the beginning, though, as an orange halo began to materialise above his head and his Vollständig powers continued to manifest. Another step forwards, and then the wings emerged from his back. A pair of orange wings, almost avian in appearance, began to lift him off the floor, his speed increasing with every beat. He threw his sword arm behind him, ready to cut straight across Uriel as he flew by, and then perhaps he could line up another attack before Sancroix had a chance to process what was going on.

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Uriel Sancroix | Half Blood


"A man after my own heart."

Uriel would let out a dry chuckle, his injured hand lowering from Alastair while he actives his own transform. The bloodied hand would come to grip the handle of his Zanpakatou. Whatever pain he felt was replaced with the overwhelming desire and anticipation. He could hear his heart pounding in his ear, the rush of blood in his system as his augmented body seemed to thrive in this situation. Even now witnessing the release of his companion, he couldn't help but admire them in a similar fashion they did himself. This was what it meant to be human, to struggle against limitations.

As Alastair swooped towards Uriel his eyes would narrow, as his power reached new profound heights. Although, notably, his cape seemed to beginning to catch fire. Flickering on and off light a fire which struggled to catch a proper spark. The hands upon his sword would twist, turning the blade to meet against Alastair's, a shower of sparks and flames exploding outwards as the Quincy's met. Uriel being forced backwards from such an action, his feet sliding back against the ground. The difference in their power was tangible, even with Uriel nearing his theoretical lowest point in power.

To hell with it then.

Instead of preparing to meet him with another attack, as he slide backwards a small orb of burning energy would form at the tip of his sword. Perhaps no larger than a fist, the solid burning mass would shoot upwards in the air, most likely intending to draw the attention of Alastair. Before another orb would form in rapid succession at the tip of his blade, Uriel swinging his sword to his side as a burst of air pressure caused him to stop sliding. His eyes rapidly tracking the movement of Alastair, deciding his next move. The orb which shot into the air would float in the middle of the room, meanwhile Uriel adjusted his grip to that more suited for thrusting his sword.

If Alastair swooped downwards once more, Uriel would thrust his sword forward. Regardless if they met or not, Uriel would activated his ability 'Flare.' As the orb within the sky would explode with very little actual force, however, a burning bright light would fill the air similar to flashbang. So bright that if looked at directly by the average human, they could suffer from serious eye damage. The goal of this was to blind, or otherwise hamper, Alastair. Allow Uriel to thrust his Zanpakatou with the orb at it's tip directly into his wing and/or arm. Should the orb strike, it would burn hot enough to lead to some serious damage (though it would be contained to the size of a small fist) and fill as solid as a rock.

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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Vollständig

Alastair continued to press forwards, emitting a heat that was comparable even to Uriel's own as he drove the armoured man back. Unbeknownst to him was that this was probably due to the fact that they were sparring at such a late hour, so far from the zenith of the sun's power that it was impressive that Uriel was still as strong as he was. Lacking this knowledge though, the sparks continued to fly as their blades collided until energy began to form at the end of his opponent's sword.

He would have preferred to continue driving Uriel back but, as the ball at the tip of Uriel's sword shot upwards and began to hover in the centre of the room, a sweeping attack forced them apart. Taking a moment, he studied the floating orb and wondered why exactly it would just sit there in the open. If it were meant to attack him then it had missed terribly, and it was unlikely that he would collide with a single object that small even if he lost focus for a moment. There was also another ball already forming and the original had no sign of decay or expiration. Something did not quite add up, and he had told himself to fight smarter as simply exchanging powerful blows was not going to go his way for long.

Soaring up high, he angled himself for a diving attack that would take him close to the ball. Tucking his wings in, he began to descend at a remarkable pace but - just as he passed by it - the ball flared up with blinding light. He had not been looking directly at it, which was fortunate as he still felt his eyes strain from the intensity, but the explosion had still shifted his trajectory in an unfavourable direction. There was no time to adjust though, as he noted Uriel waiting for him with his blade ready to pierce straight through, so he turned his body sideways. Keeping his sword arm tucked away behind him, Alastair resolved to simply barrel straight into his opponent in a similar manner to the grab that he had so narrowly escaped earlier in the fight and perhaps that might provide him with an opening.

The thrust from Uriel came forwards, the burning heat of the orb far surpassing the resistance of his Vollständig as it slammed into Alastair's arm and began to brand his alabaster skin beneath the already singed uniform. "Fuuuck." A brief scream did escape his lips, a sharp cry in response to the agonising cauterisation before he twisted his body around the solid mass of the comet and swung wildly with his own sword. A sweeping blow, rather than a stab, aimed in the vicinity of Uriel's midriff, that had once been intended to cut across his foe and drive him back but instead might just drive him away enough that Alastair could tumble to safety without taking further damage.

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