The Creed - Sparring Session

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With the set up of The Creed finally in place it was time to test the power that Creed held in each of its members. Poot had talked it over with Drake to hold a sparing session with members one through twenty in Creed. It seemed that Drake had no problem with the Creed sparing session, in fact it seemed as if he was going to join in. It would be better for Poot in a way, due to the fact that he wanted to fight Drake from the very beginning and this would be a excellent occurrence. At the basement level of the Creed organization held a magnificent Dojo. The dojo was able to hold at least one to two hundred people easily and had enough weight equipment and workout necessities for every member of Creed and more. The idea of this sparring session was Poots from the start but he had no other choice to inform Drake of it to be able to call a voluntary gathering. This would show who's the strongest in Creed in terms of skills, power, strategic abilities, or even pure luck. Out of everyone Poot and a few other members stood side by side him as he awaited the rules from Drake who in time would accompany himself with the members that took the challenge to be labeled the strongest out of The Creed. Poot was fueled with energy as he harmlessly smoked a cigarette while leaning against a wall. Each puff of nicotine that he pulled from his cigarette only made the wait more intense by the second. Hopefully out of all the members of Creed Anari would take this challenge. He held a childish grudge with her from the conference from when she bluntly ignored him making him seem as if he was insignificant. This would be the perfect chance to put her in her place. Even though this was going to be a fun and experimental task for all of Creed to join Poot had a personal grudge to pick with her.

[❰ Misha ❱]

With the meeting over, Ryuzan decided to wander the complex in search of something interesting.

The Creed was definitely going to be an interesting organization, the facility itself was astounding. Even as he wandered through a few miscellaneous rooms and corners, the few designs on the room were amazing.

He kept his usual coat on as he wandered down the various hallways, striding nonchalantly down a stairs until he reached the basement level.

It had all the fixings of a top-quality dojo, solid in nearly every aspect that a fighter could dream of. Ryuzan was surprised that the Creed would house a dojo for it's members, but he was curious enough to wander into the large area and glance around.

Precariously, he picked up a few of the weights that the dojo possessed and lifted a few with moderate care.

It was odd to Ryuzan to hold one of these again. Beneath the coat, a face of awe and remembrance took hold. He'd forgotten what it was like to train with these. He was used to branches and logs but he hadn't used weights to train since he was a little boy.

With nothing else that seemed to interest him, Ryuzan continued to work with the heavy dumbbells.

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Just when Poot thought things would get boring he seen his assigned partner that was given to him by Creed. In general Poot didn't work well with partners just because of the natural brute force that he was which was why this would be the perfect time to test the skill of his partner. " This is going to be interesting " flickering his cigarette toward the floor stomping out the rest of the sparkling flames he decided to walk over toward him. He seemed like he was weak not to mention weird enough but Poot knew that looks could be deceiving and his partner might actually work well with Poots style of brute force mentality or not. He might even get crushed by it and maybe even die if he didn't take the challenge of what Poot was about to give him seriously. Walking over toward his assigned partner, staring him up and down before saying anything while circling around him making it almost extremely noticeable that Poot was sizing him up purposely. " Whats your name number 12? I'm suppose to be your partner assigned by Creed, but first I don't care who they tell me I'm going to be working with If I feel that your not strong enough to keep up then your be a waste of my time, so how about a simple Sparing Session huh? ". Making the offer toward number 12 with a sick, twisted, and yet childish look on his face Poot awaited his answer all the while still circling around him worry free.

[❰ Misha ❱]

"Whats your name number 12? I'm suppose to be your partner assigned by Creed, but first I don't care who they tell me I'm going to be working with If I feel that your not strong enough to keep up then your be a waste of my time, so how about a simple Sparing Session huh?"

Ryuzan's reminiscence was soon interrupted by a lone boy that .... upon further inspection was much younger than Ryuzan. His size was the first thing that Ryuzan noticed, along with the terrible shade of purple that colored his hair.

The boy circled him, staring at him unusually. If something didn't seem awfully wrong to Ryuzan, he would've opted to ignore the younger man and return to working with the weights. He said that he was his partner, and something set off a spark in his mind.

= "A boy in the Creed who's even younger than me?"
Ryuzan thought, turning his head to leer at the boy. His face seemed to carry an almost outright evil expression but it also possessed a strange characteristic that Ryuzan couldn't identify and that unnerved him.

He seemed to be extremely confident to wear a mask of almost evil quality on his face, though Ryuzan was now judging the book by it's cover. A younger boy with a confident personality in as powerfully structured vehicle as the Creed. The numbers weren't adding up. Either he was a prodigy or he'd seen his share of hard times like Ryuzan had. In all cases, something was wrong with this boy, and Ryuzan couldn't put his finger on it.

Both were possible, but Ryuzan's brain began to hurt with all the thinking he was doing and decided to let his thief-trained charisma and his fighting skills do the rest.

- "Pardon me for being rude, but I was not informed who I would be working with. I accept your challenge to spar but how about we save the formalities for later, I don't know if you're worth my time either, though I applaud you for recognizing me as number 12. After we spar, than I'll tell you my name and you can tell me yours. However..."

Ryuzan began taking off the black coat he wore.
- "Since you recognized me, I will take off this troublesome black coat, I move faster without it anyway."

He took off the helmet, mask, and coat before dropping them to the ground and kicking them away. He was dressed in his usual trademark vest with his feet bare and his wristbands, along with his cutlass sword which hung in the scabbard by his waist. His red hair dangled across his equally red eyes

Ryuzan moved to the small area in the center and stood on the far side.

- "Alright than, We'll start on your mark than." Ryuzan said with no small amount of eager in his tone.

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"Come on Poot. Calm down, relax, and take it easy." The melancholy leader of The Creed entered the basement training area with a petite grin. "Why are you picking on your partner. You guys are gonna' be best friends after all." Drake said being sarcastic and even more difficult. He stepped down; his heavy metal gauntlets on his legs creating loud thuds as they impacted the ground.

He was tired.

Drake leaned up against the basement wall and folded his metals arms. The rubbing of the metal between his arm gauntlets created a dull screech. Drake rolled his head, subtly cracking it. He had a few kinks to work out in his body. He wasn't rusty but, he hadn't had a serious battle in a while. Maybe he'd take this opportunity to through a few punches and get a bit active.

Then he thought about it...

Nah.

He was really tired and rather just watch. The two looked like they were full of energy and about develop some tension.

Plus, he was the leader. He shouldn't be showing all of his cards and getting his hands dirty at any occasion.

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His so called partner did sure have an attitude on him, something dire that would keep him alive if he was to become Poot's partner. He liked how he was ready to get to fighting and saved the talking for a later time. Though it didn't show much in this situation other then he had bravery to get the shit beat out of him. If it was anyone else maybe it would had a different meaning but sadly it wasn't. As he got ready, taking off all his equipment that he felt would only slow him down as if it mattered, Poot noticed Drake's entrance and grew excited from the thought of a fight might actually spiral up between them. He was controlling as ever assuming that Poot was picking on his partner. What did Drake know, he could have shoved his fist up his ass for all the Poot cared. " Drake I hope you wont just sit there talking like you know it all and try to get your hands dirty, I want to see what the leader of The Creed has up his sleeve if you have anything at all, but for now I'm going to handle this pipsqueak then your next ". Poot began to slowly walk up toward where Drake was hoping he would make a move until number 12 yelled out he was ready for his ass whipping. " Sigh.....Alright let me see what you got " Walking over to number 12, relaxed and worry free as ever. Poot felt that number 12 was going to just like the rest of everyone he has every faced.....easy. When he got close enough to make contact with him he brought up his left fist and quickly swung it toward his face. Poot started out with something so simply that it shouldn't be the cause of the end of what should be a spar between the two. If so then Poot would either become the only one man team in Creed or have Drake register him a new partner without fail.

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Ramza sat high in upper rafters of the battle stadium. His figure only visible to those searching for it. He had spent many of his free hours in this structure. He never utilized the facilities, but rather watched others try their skills and prowess at combat. More specifically Ramza studied his peers. If one were to look into the assassin's history they would know that he never worked with others. Ramza worked alone. Joining the Creed was a new stage in his life, and it made him uncomfortable. If he was going to spend so much time with these men and women, Ramza was going to learn as much about them as possible.

Today seemed unique as several of the upper ranked members of the Creed began to arrive. The young boy that went by the name of Poot was stomping around the field challenging everyone who arrived. To Ramza, the boy wielding a pair of cleavers seemed foolishly ignorant of the other's capabilities. Even Drake was confronted by the boy. The kid was going to get himself killed.

Ramza shifted from his crouched position as he watched Poot charge at one of the Creed members and threw a fist.

The assassin watched and judged.

[❰ Misha ❱]

"Sigh.....Alright let me see what you got "

Although Ryuzan might've expected a countdown, he wasn't surprised that he didn't get it. The younger kid started off with a plain punch aimed at Ryuzan's face and at close range.

At first thought, Ryuzan would've believed that it was inexperience that prompted the obvious first move, but he was unnerved. This was probably his first fight since he was a kid, but his ability to perceive disguised simplicity was sharpened from his experience pickpocketing and stealing in the shadows of the night. Houses with traps that looked simple often held a much more complicated purpose, especially with nobles, and right now Ryuzan knew he was missing something.

= "Starting out simple instead of complicated? That means that I'm definitely missing something important here; but what!? A young kid in the creed .... arrogant attitude .... starts out with a mistake! There has got to be more to it than this! It doesn't add up! If he were a genius, he probably wouldn't have made the mistake of letting himself open in the first move, unless he's decided to toy with me. He should be taking me seriously here though, unless he's that arrogant and isn't, but there is no reason to be playing games here!" Ryuzan thought exasperated and confounded by his inability to divine anything significant about the boy.

Ryuzan temporarily silenced his thoughts and focused on his counterattack.

He nimbly sidestepped out of the way of the simple punch, a blur of twisting movement, and seized the unknown kid's clothed arm in a firm grip with his left hand before swiftly unsheathing the cutlass sword from the scabbard hanging by his side with his right hand. The dome-shaped metal guard glimmered in the light as Ryuzan brought the seemingly cut up blade swinging down in a deathly arc on the boy's still outstretched hand and planned the follow-up with a few quick stabs at the boy's abdomen if it should fail, and utilize all of his speed to take advantage of the first mistake the boy had made by leaving himself open with that first punch to keep the pressure on the boy.

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Drake seized the moment to further increase his knowledge about his comrades. He actually knew very little about their talents and skills outside of his own personal experiences with them. Though, what he did know was who his Devil Fruit users were and Poot was one of them. To Drake it seemed necessary that he knew the ins and outs of all his comrades. Yeah, he could ask but they probably wouldn't tell him and if they did, they probably wouldn't give him the full truth.

So...

He'd let it come in due time. They were bound to use their powers and eventually in front of him. Though that was a bitter two-way street. Eventually he'd have to do the same and they would witness his Devil Fruit powers as well. Fortunately for him, witnessing and understanding are two completely different concepts.

A punch?

Simple, clean, but predictable and easily countered. Poot must of been playing games, that or he was testing his opponent. Drake sighed and brought up a simple metal encased finger to gently rub his eyes only to find out it was necessary. He was so used to being so used to them aching that he instinctively went to bring relief to relieved pupils.

He had just came from his office where he rested his eyes for a few hours. Sadly that did nothing for his body. For Drake to fully sleep it'd be a waste of too much time.

No, he'd wait a little longer. It wouldn't kill him, right?

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( Sorry for the wait )

" OOOOO Nice counter if I do say so myself " Poot wasn't lying it was an impressive counter that number 12 displayed from such a simple attack, but then again Poot purposely left himself open to see what he could take advantage of while he had the upper hand. It was something that could've been potentially fatal, not knowing what his opponent was really able to do but he was confident in his own abilities that he held. In sense Poot would be at a major disadvantage considering the height and length that number 12 held. Then for a second something caught Poot's attention the second it was showed. Poot seen some type of metal glimmer in light, only to notice that Poot wasn't the only one that held an blade of his own. Poot quickly transformed the targeted part of his body into an intangle cloud of Nitrous oxide. The swing from his attack would not only fail but the forceful wind that it carried would spread Poot's dangerous Nitrous oxide body into the air around both of them. This would also play into effect of number 12 reaction time toward Poots counter attack when he or if he inhaled the gas or if the gas would seek into his pores and with the distance that they held from each other, not much, it would be almost impossible for number 12 to not fall victim to his own doing. A evil grin hit Poots face for what he was about to do next a lesson was in order. Poot then quickly and still with the evil grin splashed on his face lifted his right leg and put all the force he could into a kick toward number 12 groan nothing special and nothing too deadly, but a damn sure intense wake up call letting number 12 know to watch what the hell he is doing while fighting him.

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OOC: I'm taking of control of Etheral's character for this post. With his permission, I'm taking him out of this fight. I'm posting for Ryuzan so after this would be Deep, then Poot, Then me again.

Drake continued to watch the fight; he yawned. It wasn't all that interesting and thus a waste of time for both parties. His tired eyes watched the quick stab at Poot's body only to find that upon contact, Poot's the targeted area would erupt into a cloud of gas.

A very unique one he guessed. Seeing Ryuzan attacked with a stabbing motion, his momentum would carry him forward more so into the smoke.

Ryuzan giggled.

At that very second Drake disappeared. Or so it seemed, his body seemingly gliding over the surface at high speeds toward the fight. The surface he glided over was tinted a very faint light hue though quickly disappeared as soon as he approached it making it near impossible to distinguish. He reached out with his left metal encased hand and grabbed Ryuzan by the neck, and pulled him head first out of the gas.

Ryuzan chuckled.

"Laughing gas?" Drake thought coming to a conclusion. The two of them landed on the ground a few meters away from the cloud of nitric oxide.

Ryuzan finally stopped giggling and a hand rose up to cover his mouth instinctively. "I'm done fighting." Ryuzan walked over to pick up his discarded accessories, helmet, coat, and the like. "I'm satisfied. Pardon me for the quick retreat."

Drake interpreted this as seeing his partners abilities. Having gathered his things, Ryuzan left the dojo.

Now wasn't this uneventful.