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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 9:04 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 9:12 am
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These hands could hold the world,โขโขโข
Camilla was feeling pretty confident. As her father hit the floor, his raiment glowing as he did so, she would make a note of that. She would need to try to hit him when he had it down. She didn't know how his raiment worked, but she figured he could turn it on and off at will. Since he knew how hers worked, she was sure he would fight with it on for the rest of their session. As she began to throw her father Camilla would be all confidence once more. She was sure throwing her father would be every bit as satisfying as she dreamed it would be. She didn't realize that this would be the exact opposite of what she envisioned. As she let lose her father, she would go wide-eyed as she would be pulled along with him. The scene was probably very comical as it would look like Camilla had thrown an iron ball attached to a chain, attached to her arm which would, in turn, send her off with it. Now, this was not in the grand vision Camilla had, no, this was far off from that. As she and her father went flying through the air heading towards the wall, Camilla grew concerned. She was unsure where exactly they were at in relation to the wall. Worse than that, Camilla was in a bind as she could not properly counter anything done to her while in the air.
So when she was pulled close, causing the two to move around while continuing towards the wall, she was unable to block the first strike from her father. The blow landed squarely in her stomach causing her to lose any air she had in her lungs and to cry out. The blow felt like a heavy spear piercing through her abdomen. The pain was instant, fiery. Like a red hot poker driving deep through her insides. Gritting her teeth, Camilla was able to parry the follow-up blow. She was unaware that she had been put before the wall, she was more focused on not getting hit again. So one could imagine her surprise when her father spun her around once more only to use himself as a spear and send them both through the wall. Her father wouldn't be hurt in the least, Camilla, on the other hand, would take one of the most painful attacks she's ever taken in her life. A blow containing all of her own power, and in the same spot her father had struck prior. As they crashed through the wall and her father's fist slammed through into her causing most of her forward momentum to come to a crawl Camilla would let out a cry of pain no one at the academy had ever heard from the girl. Now, Camilla was not a doctor, but she knew she was hurt. Pain unlike anything she had felt before was spreading through her left side. It was hot and every time she breathed it hurt more. Nothing she did stopped it. As the two hit the ground Camilla rolled to a stop on her front, her face in the dirt. Crying as silently as she could Camilla shook her head as she slowly forced herself to get up on shaking arms. Turning to face her father Camilla would once more take her stance. Tears on her cheeks Camilla would once more dash at her father shouting in frustration and pain as she did.
This time however she wouldn't be attacking him head-on. Sliding to a stop in front of him she would slam her foot into the ground causing it to crumble beneath them. Attempting to take away his footing, Camilla would lower her power as much as possible and shove him with both hands in his chest, to attempt to knock him off balance. Pulling back her right arm, Camilla would then ramp her power back to as high as she could get it and send her right fist right at her father's chest aiming to blast a hole in him. Any normal human would die immediately from something like this. But she was sure her father would survive, she was counting on it. But right before her fist made contact, Camilla would instead pull her elbow up and lower her stance and instead, used all of her force and momentum to attack with her elbow. Her father's raiment made him damn near invincible, but she wondered if it had any weaknesses, so far getting slammed and hit with her first didn't seem to bother him, but what if she attacked with a sharper, more focused area instead of a flat area like her fist? Would he feel it? Could she hurt him as he had hurt her? Despite Camilla's intention her side would force her to wince slowing her reaction and momentum slightly. Not enough for Camilla to notice at the moment. But someone, as experienced as her father, would surely notice and react accordingly.
but it'll never be enough.โขโขโข
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 9:19 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 8:58 pm
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These hands could hold the world,โขโขโข
Camilla would watch as her father was sent flying. She knew almost immediately that her father was unharmed. Stumbling forward she clutched her side. She would follow after her father and re-enter the training grounds. As she made her way up to her father she would stop about halfway. Breathing heavily she gasped with her mouth slightly open. Her hair had come completely undone and was looking a mess, her dress was torn and dirty in places. The pain in her side was so bad no that every breath she took felt like someone was stabbing her. As her father spoke she would growl in frustration. She knew all of this! If she hadn't used her raiment to get to the port earlier, she'd be in better shape. But hearing the calm voice she could feel her eyes burning once more. The disappointment on his face was all it took.to send her over the edge. Her legs trembling, shaking, she dashed at her father once more crying out again. All he did was sidestep her, nothing fancy. She went flying into the wall behind her father. Getting back up to her feet she ran back over to her father and threw out a combination of punches. But when she swung with her left arm her ribcage would flare up and the pain would send her off course slamming into the ground somewhere near her father.
Pushing herself up once more, Camilla would cry as she pushed herself up to her knees. The red tint to her skin vanishing, her hair returning to it's draping position. Wiping her face with her right arm she tried to pull herself together. Without looking t her father she had made up her mind. " Father... I-I...concede. " She would say defeated. The pain in her ribs was unbearable, she wouldn't disgrace her father with this performance any longer. She turned to apologize to her father when it happened. The Rebound began to tear through her body. Gasping before doubling over clutching her sides, when Camilla's head came back up she would vomit all over her self and the floor in front of her. Screaming in agony Camilla threw herself backward involuntarily as her muscles spasmed. She could feel the tissues in her arms tearing, the muscles around her broken ribcage causing her even more pain. As she cried out in sheer agony, Camilla's eyes would roll back in her head and then the screaming stopped. She would fall to the floor twitching and bleeding from her eyes, nose, mouth and her ears.
but it'll never be enough.โขโขโข
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2019 4:23 pm
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