"It has been some time, I’d be happy to join you," Kayl said while removing his cloak and setting it on one of the further target dummies before choosing one of the dummies next to Camilla’s target. Getting into a rhythm, Kayl took the lead and led her through some of the very same defensive counter maneuvers that she had been practicing when he arrived. Bring her from one move to the next, fluidly connecting them all, he smiled when she started to get the hang of the movements and started to execute them just as smoothly as he was. "Your movement is improving," He said lightly while slowing the movement down slightly, watching to see if she would follow suit, or if her eagerness would win the day. After a few more movements, he smiled as she kept rhythm with him, and started to act on what he had brought up when he first arrived. Although her movements were fairly precise at first, he could see that her eagerness to perform them properly and execute them, to learn them, was the very thing holding her back. The thing about defensive and counter maneuvers was that the movements needed to be not only performed fluidly or accurately, but performed reactively. If one was too eager to perform the action, then they would likely overextend their own thoughts and preemptively strike, rendering the entire movement moot.
Knowing this, Kayl was happy to see her making such smooth transitions. So in the next movement, he quickly stepped in front of her dummy, and struck out at her so that she would have a live real attack to react to. After all, she needed to learn the timing in order to be able to put them into action, and that was something she’d never be able to do with a dummy. Making one strike after another. Kayl went easy at first, allowing her to figure out the timing of each move for herself. Whenever she succeeded, he would take the blow and step back before darting forward and making the next attack. There were so many possible ways each move could be used, that they would spend the next few hours simply going through each movement, all the while Kayl would give advice and bark out specific moves for her to try based on what position he was in, or what kind of attack he was making. By the end, he didn’t say anything anymore, and let her figure it out through sheer instinct. The powder of the snow was pressed and broken, shifted and reshaped as Kayl was tossed, blocked, struck, and thrown. All from the counters that Camilla would release at both Kayl’s advice, and on her own instincts. Soon enough Kayl would start to strike back as well, countering her counters and showing her a whole new way to use the maneuvers she had just learned. It truly was a fighter’s paradise.
As the day came to a close, the two of them laid upon the snow breathing hard and catching their breath, and Kayl looked up at her with a smirk on his face while chuckling and laughing whole heartedly with her. His face suddenly turned red when he realized he was still holding her hand from the last throw he performed, and he let go and sat up briefly, still smiling and laughing as he stood up and dusted himself off. "You get better everytime, I’m jealous…" Kayl said earnestly, although in that moment he was a bit oblivious to the irony of his statement, since his own skill was something monstrous to even hardened combatants. Most seasoned veterans and masters in the world would not be able to comprehend his mastery, and yet here he was nonchalantly complimenting the young noble girl who had caught his eye. Reaching down and offering a hand for her to stand, he pulled her up to her feet and gazed into her eyes for just a brief moment before looking away shyly. "So, uh, we’re still on for tomorrow yea?" He said lightly changing the subject as he grabbed his cloak. After placing it back over his shoulders and after Camilla was ready to go, he would then lead her out of the training grounds and walk her to her dorm.
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Diviner || Student
The_Littlest_Dragonfly
Oyehh
Chelly Usagi
Tala Maxwell
Voice of Aegis
NDG Void
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 1:02 pm
▲ The power to protect The wisdom to lead
Where else would Griselda be on a day like this? At the academy's training grounds honing her skills. This is going to be her year. She has to push herself harder in her studies, training, and being an active student. This also includes trying to make new friends. It is where she is sorely lacking the most, even though she knows that she cannot be strong at everything. She believes that she should try taking another elective. Advanced combat is where she most comfortable at, but perhaps taking another class that will push her out of her comfort zone is exactly what she needs. Right now she is not sure. Fortunately, she has a roommate now who she is getting along with. Her defenses have not totally broken down, and she knows that she is not making it easy for her roommate. There will have to be a greater effort on her part to be more open. Maybe she should talk to this roommate about taking another elective. Which one should she do if she does decide to take? That can all be saved for tomorrow. Right now, her training comes first. With nothing but practice dummies, her sword and shield, she practiced the basic sword swings and shield raises before slowly climbing to advanced techniques, some that were taught to her by her father while others by her professor, culminating to a mixture of the two. Other students and adults who were still at the academy were talking about something that Griselda latched onto. It was something about ships coming into dock, Eoana guards reporting to the dock, and how those two things were possibly connected to the response to handle the group that was responsible for the attack during the Autumn festival. Her memories of the event were not pleasant to say the least. It was not that she got injured terribly, but her lack of being able to offer any assistance. That feeling of uselessness hurt her deeply. What if she were stronger back then? What if she responded more swiftly? Would that have changed things significantly? Would more lives have been saved? She will never know the answers to those questions. All she can do is try to get better and be prepared should another attack occur, although she hopes that day never comes.
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///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Griselda Hawkins]
AGE ▲ [19]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Green]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Mid-Back]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'6]
WEIGHT ▲ [130 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [English]
/(Am I worthy of these gifts?)▲▼(I will forge my destiny)
///INDEPTH
MARITAL/RELATIONSHIP STATUS ▲ [Single]
CARRYING ▲ [N/A]
WARDROBE ▲ [N/A]
SPECIES ▲ [Human]
KNIT ▲ [Elementor]
RAIMENT ▲ [Magnetism]
OCCUPATION ▲ [5th Year Student]
Yami Miyagawa
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Raiyun Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 12:54 pm
𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓤𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻
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Following his daughter through the streets, things were quiet for the first hump of the walk, until they secured a carriage to the academy. On their ride, Camilla would mention the beauty of the ride, as well as the pleasing aesthetics of the school grounds. Upon arriving at the main gates Umbrawalker would tilt his head slightly as he looked through the drawn curtains of the carriage, and silently check out the grounds of the academy. When they pulled up to the main building, He would step out of the carriage, and look back for his daughter who would step out and then guide him through the school.
There were several guards in place, secured in specific locations around the school that seemed well placed and logical. If he was scheduled to arrive here today, he no doubt would have been greeted by the officials of the school, as well as seen the best of behavior from everyone within. Since he was not expected at the school, it was a nice change of pace to see everything as it runs on a normal day. Soon enough he was brought to the combat wing and led outside to the training grounds. Looking around the fairly well-designed location, he nodded lightly as he stepped out into the field and looked back at his daughter. "Hmm?" Umbrawalker would let out when asked what Camilla should do. He brought a hand up to his chin as he took a few steps into the training grounds before looking back at his daughter.
"Well, as you can see, daughter, I’ve brought no mew with me to this excursion, so I have no men to pit against you, do you know what this means?" He would say while looking back at her, giving her a few moments to decipher what he was trying to say while taking a few more steps back towards the center of the training grounds. "This means that for today, your chance has finally come to show me personally what you can do," He said with a hopeful tone and a guileful smirk across his face. It was true, in all the time that he had trained her, tested her, and put her through gruesome trials, he had never once faced her himself, always the judge, always the watcher. Now she had claimed she had grown, and if it was true, then it was likely that she would easily best any of the normal soldiers he could have brought. If this were true, she likely could go toe to toe with even his generals, and of course, this is what he had been cultivating all this time. It was why he trained her so hard, and why he sent her to Eoana. Looking to her now, he would get to see firsthand how much she had grown, by given her the chance to face him. "Daughter, today I am your opponent, I am your target," He would say while turning towards her now and bringing a hand up from the coat that hung across his shoulders. In a deep strong voice he called out to her at the ready, "Let us see how strong you have become., do not disappoint me!"
Camilla had just finished stretching when her father spoke. The words that had come out of his mouth were something she had never in her life thought she would hear. He wanted to fight her! Her father, the lord of her house, wanted to test her strength himself. Camilla could have fainted. It could have been from the shock, it could also have been from the severe pain she was feeling in her legs. She wasn't sure. But what she was sure of was that she and her father were about to cross fist. The look of excitement on her face could not be hidden. " Really father?! You'd spar with me yourself? I would be honored to have you as my opponent! " She would say happily. Probably too happy considering who she was fighting. Taking a position across from her father, she would bow. Taking a ready stance she would watch her father. To her surprise, he wouldn't move. Instead, he'd just stand there. Camilla's eyes would narrow as she watched him and moved closer slowly, inch by inch. Despite having no stance at all, her father would seem utterly impenetrable. Perhaps it was her own image of him that was psyching her out. Shaking her head slightly she would regain her focus. Camilla had noticed someone else in the training grounds, so, for now, she decided to not use her raiment. That, and the fact that she was stalling for time.
Without warning, Camilla would dash forth. Camilla would swing hard with her right aiming for a hard straight punch right at his solar plexus. Without stopping she would swing right aiming for his chin. Which, unfortunately for her would cause her to make a large, obvious swing upwards. As her father was much taller than she was. With her left foot planted, she would raise up on her toes and throw a swift and powerful high kick at her fathers face. Camilla hoped that fighting him without her raiment would be enough to satisfy him, It had been almost an hour since she activated her raiment last. Which meant she still had a bit of time before her cooldown came up. If she could survive long enough for it to come down, she might not hurt herself as much using her raiment against her father. With any luck, her father wouldn't ask her to use it. But she knew there was almost zero chance of that happening.
Camilla’s eagerness and excitement was noted as Umbrawalker narrowed his eyes lightly. He wondered for a moment if this eagerness would overwhelm her, whether or not her excitement would shadow over judgement would remain to be seen. Watching her carefully, Umbrawalker watched her carefully, curious as to what she would do. Just as soon as she darted forward, his eyes went wide just a bit as her charge seemed a bit slow. However just as soon as she reached him, and threw her first punch, he understood, and couldn’t be more pleased. Bringing his hand up, and completely caught her first attack, blocking the punch with ease.
It was this punch that revealed it to him, that she hadn’t activated her raiment yet. With that thought in mind, her speed was actually very fast, something he wasn’t expecting. When her arm came in for a swing to the face, Umbrawalker leaned back slightly, causing her hand to pass right by his face, within an inch of touching his nose. Just after that a foot came up, and Umbrawalker stepped back along with his lean, causing the foot to swipe by just as her hand had. "You’ll have to be faster than that…" Umbrawalker called out while waiting for her to hit him. He smirked lightly as he watched her, wanting to see what she could do outside of raiment before she turned it on. He knew her well, he knew she would eventually go into raiment. This was the first time she hadn’t started in raiment while trying to please him, and so it was the first time he wondered if she was showing true growth. Would she be able to stand up to the responsibility that would inevitably fall upon her shoulders? Narrowing his gaze even more, he stayed on the defensive, waiting and watching to see what she would do.
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The_Littlest_Dragonfly
Chelly Usagi
Tala Maxwell
Voice of Aegis
NDG Void
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 9:46 am
▲ The power to protect The wisdom to lead
Griselda had to stop training when she started to feel pain in her left heel. Usually this would disappoint her that her own weakness is holding her back, but today she managed to train longer than she would have a year ago. Progress toward overcoming her weakness is slow, but at least progress is being made. She sat down underneath the shade of the building closest to the practice dummies for her to take a break. While she was sitting down, two people entered the training grounds. One of them she recognizes as Camilla, a fellow student at the academy. The other she does not know, but it is an older gentleman who is not just a casual visitor. He would sorely stand out amongst a crowd. Could he be one of those people from the ships that students and teachers were talking about? It was not Griselda's intention to eavesdrop, but she could not prevent herself from hearing their conversation. She learned that the two of them are father and daughter, and now they are about to spar against each other. For Camilla, it is a high honor to fight with father. It reminds Griselda of her relationship with her father since he was one of the people who taught her how to fight at an early age. This spar is an opportunity for Griselda to observe and learn. Surely, they will show her techniques that will surprise her. Camilla started out with a right punch after moving in towards her father very quickly, followed with a high kick. The father avoided both of these things, but he did not strike back. Perhaps he wants to tire her out first, or he simply wants to see what she can truly do.
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///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Griselda Hawkins]
AGE ▲ [19]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Green]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Mid-Back]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'6]
WEIGHT ▲ [130 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Bisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [English]
/(Am I worthy of these gifts?)▲▼(I will forge my destiny)
Camilla was in no way surprised. She knew her father was swift and had reflexes that put even the youngest and athletic opponents to shame. It didn't help any that she couldn't move at full speed either. Grinning at her father as she came around from her kick, her dress fluttering around her leg as she returned to her previous stance. He wanted her to be faster? Sadly she was pretty sure this was as fas as she could move in her current condition. But she wouldn't let him know that. Dashing forward once more she pulled back like she was going to strike again. But when her father started to move back to dodge her she would dash forward once more and slide around him. This was probably the fastest she could go in her current state. Once behind the giant man that was her father, she would wince in pain. Her legs were taking quite a bit of abuse today. Taking her knee she aimed it at the back of her father's knee aiming to bring him down to her level.
Aiming to grab him around the waist Camilla was going to try and toss him. If he was off balance she would be able to use that to her advantage and throw her father. Seeing as he was much taller than her this was her only option, and regardless of how tall he was if you struck the back of someone's leg, they were sure to bend it causing them to be off balance. Camilla was going to throw him as hard as she could. If he managed to get away or didn't bend his knee Camilla would be in a very dangerous position as she had his back to her front. Which could easily result in an elbow or even a reversal. So if this didn't work, the punishment could be bad. Then again she could also overestimate herself and not be able to throw the man even with him off balance. That would not only be embarrassing but probably get her hit and yelled at for her failure.
Staring down at his daughter as she caught her footing once more, he instinctively stood steady until he saw the movements in her legs. She would come directly at him once more, and her arm would pull back as if to strike once more. But her legs betrayed her. Regardless of what your arms and upper torso are doing, without the proper balance and positioning in place, certain moves could not be accomplished, and if one did not use the same type of positioning or placement when using a feint, then the feint becomes obvious. Instead of moving, Umbrawalker stood his ground, and Camilla's true goal would reveal itself. As she darted around him, he simply stood at the ready, turning his head slightly while watching her form carefully as she darted in close, and kicked her knee into the nook of his leg.
Almost at once, his knee bent forward, most of his weight now being held by his other leg. It was a very quick and well-performed maneuver, to anyone else even Umbrawalker was unsure they would be able to recover, but in his case she didn't account for one thing. His weight. As a large man, he was used to carrying around a lot of weight, and this means his legs were massive and powerful. While her attack and maneuver were very accurate, and strong, it would not be strong enough to lose his balance or momentum. Just after her knee pushed his leg forward, Umbrawalker stomped his leg back towards the ground, straightening his bent leg with the full force of his weight, knocking back at her own leg just as she tried to grab his waist and lift him off the ground. The result was not unlike watching a child try to lift a tree from the ground. It was here that Umbrawalker started to see the problem. Although she might have been physically strong for her age, without her raiment she was not so strong to match with large powerful fighters, and with a lack of experience in this field, she likely wouldn't have even considered it since she was so used to relying on the strength incurred by her raiment. If this was one of her fellow students, should would have more then likely flipped them over like a pancake.
Alternatively, if she had been in raiment, she likely would have blown his leg out from under him, and lifted him off the ground before sending him head first like a pillar into the dirt, but she was not in raiment, and so she was not fighting like a person of normal strength facing a much larger and stronger opponent. Her techniques, well as they might have been, would need refinement if she wished to pull them off without raw physical strength, and Umbrawalker could see she had not considered this. She had much to learn. But he wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. This was the first time he had ever seen her try to fight without her raiment, and he wanted to see how she would adapt, if she would learn from her mistakes before forcing her to learn the hard way. Standing firm with Camilla still holding his waist, Umbrawalker looked back over his shoulder, barely able to see the top of her head as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Well? Now what?..."
Camilla was beyond excited. She had actually grabbed him and was about to make her move when he didn't budge. Gritting her teeth she strained to budge the man even a little. She had severally underestimated her father's weight. Looking up she could see her father staring down at her. At his words, she would let him go and jump back away from him. Camilla needed to rethink her plan of attack. She had been training and fighting against people her size and age. The only person she fought close to her dad's size was the mercenary she and Kayl had killed. So realizing it now, she didn't really know how to approach the situation. Narrowing her eyes she racked her brain looking for a solution. She remembered how Kayl fought the giant of a man and thought maybe there was something there she could use. If she remembered correctly, Kayl used his body weight against the enemy since his size was so vastly different compared to the hulking mercenary. After a moment of consideration, she decided that would be what she tried. But in order for this to work, she was going to need to get her father to open up a bit.
So Camilla went back on the offensive. Kicking and swinging. At first, it might have seemed wild, desperate even. But with each rotation of attacks, they got tighter, faster, more accurate. Any hesitation she had was gone and any consideration to the pain she was feeling was gone too. All she could think of now was getting her father to defend himself. Get him to open up just a bit. If she could get him to do that, she knew of one technique that might knock him down. It would require all of her weight to do it. Being honest with herself, if she hadn't remembered her beloved and how he fought an opponent like this, she might have struggled till her father grew bored of her. But now she had a plan. All her focus was on the assault. If he wouldn't attack her, then she'd make him block until he felt the need to do something. Then she would strike. Every now and then Camilla would shift to his left or his right and continue with a different string of attacks. Hooks, uppercuts, straight's, roundhouses, low kicks, straight kicks. For now, she would throw the same attacks in different combinations, over and over again. The same punches and kicks she had practiced hundreds maybe even thousands of times. She wasn't gonna give up and use her raiment yet. She would keep going, she was gonna show her father what she could do, no matter what.
Just as soon as she backed away, she darted in and started attacking right away. Umbrawalker side stepped the first kick, turning his body so that he was facing his daughter once more as she let an onslaught of attacks barrage at him. His eyes narrowed a bit as he responded to each attack in kind. Dodging a blow when he could do so with minimal effort, and bringing his arms up to block or parry kicks and punches when dodging would exert more movement then needed. Each attack came in fiercely, with strong blows exerted even without her being in raiment. Staying on the defensive, Umbrawalker watched his daughter carefully. Watching each movement, watching each blow, watching how she positioned herself, as well as her form.
Slowly each attack would come just a little bit faster, and Umbrawalker started having to exert a bit more effort himself to keep up. With each punch and each kick, he moved in just a bit faster, maneuvered just a bit quicker, and pulled away just a bit further. Soon he was in a full fighting stance while blocking and parrying his daughter's continued advances, yet something was strange. He wondered what her strategy was, she could be trying to tire him out, being that he hadn't taken the offensive once, it was much more likely she would tire long before him. Was she trying to psych him out? Did it have to do with the slow but steady progression in speed? As he continued to block her and parry her and dodge her, he continued to watch her carefully even as he had to take a step to the side to keep up with her heavy onslaught.
To say she was surprised was an understatement. She was actually forcing her father to block and dodge faster than before. He was having to actually try to dodge her or block her this time. He couldn't just shrug off her attacks anymore! Smirking to herself for a moment she would force it away as she focused on her father. She could tell he was being cautious. He was waiting for something but he didn't know what. This was good. He was getting so used to dodging and blocking that he wasn't even trying to be subtle about how much energy he was putting into each block or each dodge. Her chance was coming. She could feel it. Camilla would continue to throw blow after blow and her father would continue to block, parry and dodge accordingly. But she was beginning to see how he moved. She decided now would be the time. It was all or nothing. She would either get him off balance with this next move or she was going to have to turn her raiment on.
Striking with a hard left, right punch combination, she would finish it with a swift spinning backhand. Just as she went to stick out her arm she would instead simply spin to face her father who was already sidestepping away from her last position. Dropping low Camilla would his a full split, her leg stretched out and her foot aimed to kick her father's foot as he was sidestepping which will force him to overextend and fall into a half split if it connected. Wasting no time, she would roll up into a ball and shoot her legs out at her fathers face. She would then attempt to wrap her legs around his neck and if successful, she would push off with her hands as hard as she could and attempt to send herself flying up and swing to her fathers right, and if she managed to get completely horizontal she allowed gravity to swing her back down. With that momentum, Camilla was able to swing herself to her father's left side and use his own weight against him to send him potentially flying in the same direction she was swinging towards. If she was successful in all of this up to this point, she would let go of his neck and roll to her feet on the ground. Camilla hoped this would be enough to get a rise out of her father.
Umbrawalker continued to block and parry his daughter as she continued her assault. Although her movements had picked up in pace, to the point that even he had to put in more effort to continuing blocking, he could see the openings that she started to form in her movements from the relentless assault. Even so, he kept his demeanor and intention the same, watching, judging, staying on the defensive, until she made her real move. It hit so quickly and so unexpectedly that he couldn't avoid it. Camilla had always been a power fighter, overcoming most of her trials with raw power, so he assuming she was biding her time for the right blow, the right move, or some kind of opening. He never would have expected her to go for a more controlling move. So when she turned to deliver a backhand, he instinctively sidestepped while turning his body to receive the blow, and instead received a powerful push at his foot that caused him to start to fall into a split, losing his balance.
Using the raw strength of his legs, he managed to keep himself from slipping any further, but had bent over significantly to compensate from the sudden stop and to regain his footing. His daughter didn't stop there however, with her legs suddenly spanning his head, clutching against his head as she pushed off and then rolled herself into a power maneuver that would pit the entirety of her weight and the momentum she had gained with the help of gravity against his very weakened state of balance and footing. He started to fall forward, and he realized that even he wouldn't have the leverage to maintain his position. As he started to fall forward, Umbrawalker suddenly reached up and grabbed her calves while diving forward into a rolling position. He kicked off of the ground and into a front flip that used her weight and momentum to spin him in the air twirling with her still hanging on his neck and landing like he had just reversed a handstand while still holding onto her legs. Using the momentum from the entire endeavor, he swung her towards his right and let her go, tossing her away a few feet as he took a few steps back to regain his footing.
Grinning from ear to ear now, Umbrawalker felt a pulse of adrenaline fill his veins as he pumped his arms out, letting his coat fall free from his shoulders as he charged forward just as his daughter hit the ground. She managed to roll to her feet quickly, but before she could even gain her footing he was already upon her, striking fiercely with open palms as he overshadowed her form. In three quick strikes he powered forward, in a combo that seemed to end with a feint. But the feint ended up being a feint in and of itself, as he powered through the downwards punch instead of shifting to a different attack, making the feint a true strike with enough power to push her back several feet. Looking up at her now, a completely different expression seemed to cover his face, one that looked almost of bloodlust. "Alright Daughter, you've got my attention! Show me what you can do!!!" He would let out just before charging forward once more, his hand pull back to delivery another powerful strike.
Camilla was more than surprised. She had actually managed to snatch her father! Everything was coming together! Until he grabbed her legs. What followed next was nothing short of shocking. The next thing she knew, the two were rolling and flipping through the air and in the next moment, she was thrown away. Landing and sliding to a stop, Camilla prepared to counterattack, but before she could gather her barrings, she was set upon by her father who was now attacking fiercely. Dodging the first few strikes, the last blow was the deepest feint she had ever experienced. Blocking what she thought was going to be low, ended up being a high, downward strike. The resulting attack would land on her chest and with a loud thud would send Camilla flying backward into the ground and bouncing off of it like some sort of ball. After bouncing off the ground she would be sent rolling away gasping for air. Slowly picking herself up she could see where she had struck the ground first and wasn't surprised to see a small crater there. Coughing and gasping for air she stood slowly clutching her chest. Seeing her fathers expression she smiled. That was her expression, the joy of battle, the bloodlust. She knew that expression well. Grinning back in kind she would take her stance once more. She had his attention, she couldn't back down now.
With a grunt, her raiment activated and her skin turned a more reddish color and her hair would seem to blow in a wind created by her own force. Smiling back at her father with the same expression he was giving her she dashed to meet him. Only this time, she would be coming at him with her raiment. She would slide past her father's powerful blow and around her father, just barely dodging it. Even in her raiment, he was able to see her despite her speed, the force of the blow kicking up the air around her head causing her hair to blow around wildly, grazing her cheek, he would draw a small bit of blood. Camilla was in a prime position now. Kicking st her father's legs, she would aim for his feet again. She was going to make him fall if it killed her. After aiming for the legs she was following up with a downward strike of her own, aiming to put her fist in his chest and blast him through the floor. These blows in and of their selves were powerful blows, each carrying at least eighty percent of her power. In short, they were going to hurt. But if her father was going to fight her a bit seriously, then she would respond in kind.
Striking true as he charged forward, Umbrawalker felt his blow miss the mark, catching only air as his daughter's incredible speed passed him by. His eyes shifted tot he right as he saw her sidestep him, and watched as she positioned herself for a strike that he could do nothing to prevent. Her legs kicked out at his feet, and with the power generated from her raiment, his entire body was swept, pulling him into the air completely horizontally just as her fist came across him, charging him hard into the ground. The resounding explosive impact would shake the ground, causing even the academy grounds closest to the training grounds to quake as if a minor tremor had formed. The crater that would form would blow out a huge dust cloud completely covering them both. Such a blow would normally kill a man, even one as strong and firm as Umbrawalker, and so to anyone other then Camilla, what would come next would astound them.
Before the dust could even settle, in the midst of her attack, Umbrawalker reached up and grabbed the hand that stuck him into the ground. Pulling her into the ground as he crashed down upon it. As if her strike and her attack didn't harm him in the slightest, he reacted immediately, even in the midst of her crazy powerful attack. Pulling her close, Umbrawalker lifted his body up, twisting his legs around her arm and across her chest while twisting forward, pulling her not only to the ground, but into an arm bar that could shatter her arm. Knowing she was in raiment, he didn't hesitate in the slightest, and pulled at her arm with all his strength while thrusting his pelvis forward, forcing her arm to start to bend backwards.
Camilla smirked as she put her father through the floor. Satisfied with herself she went to withdraw her arm when her father reached out and grabbed her. Not even a little bit surprised, Camilla braced herself for what might come. When he put her in an armbar, she'd only smirk wider. In raiment, Camilla didn't just hit harder, she could move faster, and lift things more than twice her body weight. So when her dad wrapped himself around her, pulled her to the ground and began to bend backward, she would only smirk. With no hesitation, Camilla would grab one of his legs and throw it off her chest. In the next instant, she would stand and raise her dad above her head before sending his body, still attached to her arm, back to the floor. Her goal was to loosen his grip. Regardless of him taking the blow or not Camilla would pull him up from the dust and spin twice in a quick circle before attempting to throw her dad towards the wall with all her might.
