Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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After having a long shift the night before, she had found herself walking down the hall towards the training room. Though she knew that she was getting better at her training to kill Terrors, it would benefit to get some training against Fritz so that she could get an idea of what to expect when she were to fight against an AP member. Almost all, wouldn't play fair, most likely to the point of death awaiting them as to ensure that they would die too. She hadn't joined TRS to kill anybody, but she knew there was a price to pay for those who chose to resist arrest. It would be either to kill or be killed but she'd be damned if she wasn't at least prepared. Thoughts of their relationship had crossed her mind, though she knew that Fritz didn't have any feelings towards her, their friendship was important to her.
She wanted to become strong so that she could protect him and protect everybody else. She paused outside the door, curious on if Fritz was already there or if he would be coming in second to her. With a small smirk on her face, she would reach out and turn the knob before pulling the door open. She would then walk inside the training room. Each time that we have trained, he has always beat me during our spars. This time I'm going to beat him. She thought to herself, moving across the room. She would place her hand against her sheath, touching it before her hand moved to the half of her sword. She would wrap her finger tips around it before suddenly withdrawing it. With her speed, she rushed towards the dummy before slashing it with her blade. Once she hit her target, she would turn to the side to run away from the target before circling around to rush towards the dummy again.
This would go on for a few minutes before she would lift her sword slightly as to get it out of her way before jumping into the air to kick the dummy with the side of her foot. She would bounce off slightly, regaining her balance before taking a step back before kicking at the dummy a few more times. This was a route training on her part, as to avoid her combat skills becoming rusty. It was also necessary as to avoid her remaining somewhat tired from her lack of sleep. It was always like this though, except now she had apprentice training as well as her police work. If it wasn't her chasing after criminals, it would be her training so that she would be able to save the citizens from AP and those damn Terrors.
There was always plenty of training to accomplish, even for those accomplished in the skills of hunting down terrors and disposing of them. After a gruelling mission the prior day, Fritz walked down the hall, a bandage around his forehead from a nasty blow caused by a razor. The quick devil managed to get a lucky hit on the reaper, leaving a gash. Fortunately, everything was promptly tended to, the medics providing the ancient warrior with disinfectant before carefully wrapping the wound in gauze. There were comments about Fritz being lucky the injury was not detrimental, but the reaper merely considered it a misfortune caused from his own reckless attitude. Slowly, the elite hunter walked towards the training center, his sword strapped to his waist as usual. Warm sunlight engulfed the Earth, causing for the snow to fade away and numerous puddles to dot the muddy trail.
After crossing the sparring grounds, Fritz pushed open the large double doors of the training center. A few careful moments were taken to wipe off his messy boots before the reaper proceeded down the hallway. A large duffle bag was slugged over the elite hunter's shoulder as he navigated the training center, heading towards the gym. The students inside the training center easily recognized him as an elite hunter, evident by the red accents which contrast against the dark of his uniform. He arrived properly dressed in a newly acquired uniform after his previous became the victim to numerous holes. Gradually, he weaved through the training center halls until finally arriving at the gymnasium where he requested Vashti to meet him. The door was pushed open, revealing a rather pleasant sight of Vashti already practicing her moves against a motionless dummy.
A proper training regiment already brought hopes that the brunette would become a marvellous hunter as her capabilities increased. Silently, Fritz watched a few moments from the threshold before entering the gymnasium. As he walked inside, the door closed with a quiet clack while the reaper wandered over to the bench. There was little effort in taking the duffle bag off and setting it onto the bleachers alongside his TRS jacket. A short-sleeved TRS shirt was revealed beneath, carrying the similar accents and dark colours of his jacket. More cuts were revealed because of the action, although, most had healed over. Injuries never hindered Fritz; he simply fought through the pain and proceeded to fight. Fortunately, his recovery allowed for training to proceed alongside giving him the ability to take missions. The reaper remained speechless as he stretched to give Vashti plenty of time to complete her training regiment before they moved onto today's lesson.
Physical combat against another individual remained an important asset for TRS hunters considering the Assembly of Phantoms was filled with both terrors and soldiers prepared to try and conquer Lorsette. While the pair never sparred together, Fritz could already guess Vashti would be an excellent sparring partner on account of her RCMP training. Despite his numerous years of fighting, the reaper remained hopeful that perhaps the female gifted could manage to assist in sharpening his skills as a warrior further. Opportunities to improve skills were incredible moments, thus the blue-haired man prayed these sparring matches would assist. Once everything was tidied, Fritz turned back towards where Vashti was practicing and began to analyze the nature of her technique. There were flares of swordsmanship mixed in with hand-to-hand combat tactics, providing her fighting capability with some spontaneous moments. The reaper was easily impressed by the mixture of two arts, even silently nodding with approvement while he observed.
Vashti had been too focused on training to hear the door open, too focused on attacking the dummy to realize her beloved friend Fritz had walked in. Her precious friend and mentor. Just for the sake of pausing to check the time, had she looked around herself to notice that Fritz was already here. She had no idea but that wasn't on her mind right now, that gauze around his forehead had gained all of her attention. "Fritz." She answered, strolling over to him. "What happened to you?" She asked, reaching out to touch his cheek with the palm of her hand. "If you blame it on reckless behavior you are right...." She mumbled, noting to herself that she would need to pay closer attention to him in the future. She knew he was reckless, as well as a reaper, but there was only so much the body could take regardless of species unless they heal over.
Her friend could have lost his head and that meant losing his life, which was banned in her book. How did I not notice this? She was unsure when that phantom pain would have been noticed if at all, hell even the little scratch would earn her attention just because of how long they have known each other. She would fret over him and she'd be damned if he didn't hear a word that she was saying. "You need to be more careful." She added after a few minutes of being silent. Training would have to wait, she wanted Fritz to take it easy. Damn, I was looking forward to this training too. Its okay, tending to him is even better. She thought to herself, determined to try and help him at all costs.
He came here today, was he planning on training with that head wound? He is soooooo thoughtful. She thought to herself, And dreamy.... There were times like these that her thoughts were in the clouds, thanks to day dreaming. Sadly, today was one of those days. It took a lot of effort to not think about her day dreams and focus her attention all on him once more. I should add, check on Fritz on my schedule, when ever I'm not busy.... I'll just place it before bed and after I wake up and when ever I have freetime.... Just an innocent text for a check up. She had her moments of stopping by his house to check on him, never lingering for long since she didn't want to bother him and it could be deemed as creepy, but she couldn't help but worry about his well being. It was his fault for being so reckless.
There was a certain brilliance to witnessing Vashti practice her moves, thus Fritz proceeded to silently observe. Interrupting these types of actions were a forbidden act to the reaper considering they were crucial for development in combat styles. The ancient warrior had invested numerous years into training his skills, allowing for him to becoming an excellent fighter despite the nature of his ability. Silently, Fritz watched Vashti's body move, sparing against the dummy. There was something eye-catching about watching Vashti move, the reaper observing her while she proceeded to practice her moves. The manner which her body moved was incredible, resulting in the ancient warrior scrutinizing the brunette's form, making notes and detecting for possible improvements. After a few moments of watching, Vashti paused, finally noticing his presence inside the gymnasium. There were no thoughts taken towards the gauze wrapped around his head possibly earning her attention; he got injured plenty and was still surprised by Vashti's worry.
When she reached towards his cheek, Fritz remained still, the only motion being the slight raise of his brow in mild confusion from the action. The brunette's soft hand rested on his cheek while her brown eyes appeared fixated on the white bandaging wrapped around his crown. The question towards his injury was regarded with a soft sigh as Vashti proceeded to mention his rather reckless behaviour. Since returning to Earth as a reaper, the ancient warrior peacefully accepted the notion of possibly sacrificing himself for the greater good of Earth. These were the victims of the war, caught between the crosshairs in the War of Traitors and later forced to defend themselves against the Assembly of Phantom's twisted ideals. Separating all species could only mend the issue for a limited amount of time in Fritz's opinions, not for the long-term beliefs of Assembly.
"It's nothing," he mumbled. "It's just a little cut from a Razor. It will heal as always."
There was an impassive tone when vaguely recounting how he obtained the injury. Throughout his centuries on Earth, Fritz had received worse injuries, even meeting the grim face of death himself. The insistence to be more careful was met with a neutral expression. While the ancient warrior despised verbally admitting it, his recklessness could get out of hand, resulting in him gathering several wounds.
"I'll try," he stated to keep Vashti calm. "We should start with the lesson though. Even if I have a few cuts, I can still train since it's nothing serious."
The gathering of cuts were nothing compared to other wounds Fritz obtained while on the field. These were the type where medics would inform him to be more cautious before patching him up, allowing him to leave with cleaning recommendations. Unfortunately, in situations where the elite hunter gathered enough wounds to be placed on light duty (or occasionally injury leave) he would still be prone to training despite the injuries. He could not resist the urge to firmly grab the sword handle and practice his moves; being sharp was beyond important to the swordsman.
Vashti could argue that if he kept it up, it would no longer be nothing. "Just because it can heal, doesn't mean it is nothing." She countered, worried for his safety. She felt much better when he told her that he'd try and be more careful. Though she knew there was an off chance that he would be injured again, she couldn't help but believe that he'd try and avoid it at all costs. "You better." She whispered, determined to keep a closer eye on him. If he wasn't going to be careful as she demanded, she would just need to have his back. She pulled away when he mentioned starting the lesson. "If I notice anything that affects this training session, I'm dragging you to the ward." She answered him back, pulling away. "Unless I caused it." She teased, though with sparring there was an off chance that was going to happen.
Not by weapon though, she liked sparring for combat as well, just for the sake of having any and all training that was available to the members here. She would slowly move away from him before centering herself in the middle of the room. He says it is nothing and yet, I should have noticed at least a cut from it and yet I hadn't noticed at all. Was I too focused at work or something? She thought to herself, struggling to focus because she was feeling tired from her lack of sleep. Focus.... as soon as this training is over, you have more work to complete. So much to do and so little time to do it. She thought to herself, waiting for him to tell her if they'd be sparring with weapon or combat first. Of course if it was the latter, she'd want to know if it was limited to hand and hand or not.
Concern became more frequent when Fritz began travelling around with Vashti, the young brunette being prone to worry. The notion of somebody fretting over his well-being was comforting considering there were years when it was absent. After the War of Traitors when his group of mercenaries disbanded, the reaper spent a lengthy period of time alone. While he made the occasional friend, long-term relationships were rare and oftentimes did not possess constant worrying. Years of being alone resulted in Fritz being adjusted to merely fretting over his own condition, albeit, less than the concerns friends displayed. Once survival was accomplished and wounds were mended, the reaper never thought further about his injuries since given time, they would always mend. The cycle was continuous, the ancient warrior receiving a wound from battle, getting medical attention and the injuries eventually healing; wounds were nothing.
When Vashti stated otherwise to the reaper's belief, he lifted a brow in response. Medical personnel always stated similar to his peculiar arrangement of beliefs. They frequently despised his adamant need for training; Fritz hated the notion of his skills deteriorating because of injury leave. When the brunette pulled away, the reaper merely watched, his hands promptly fidgetting with the bandages to tighten them and adjust as needed. Avoiding further fussing from the TRS medical staff was a necessity, thus precautions were taken to maintain tightness around each wound. There was a fluency to Fritz's fingers as he adjusted the gauze, the ancient warrior recalling the numerous healing lessons provided when he travelled alone. The decision of dragging him to the ward should anything be awry was responded to with an eye roll.
"There will be nothing wrong, they are just a few cuts. That razor only managed to nick me if anything," Fritz insisted. "Now pick, sword or hand-to-hand?"
There was intent to do both practices during today's training session since the reaper desired to know which combat style Vashti appeared more comfortable with. Once the adjustments were completed, Fritz slowly removed his scabbard, his broadsword remaining nestled in the leather holder. The sword was settled carefully beside his other items, the ancient warrior evidently possessing great care for his chosen weapon.
Vashti couldn't get his injury out of her head, but until he showed signs of needing a break, she would leave him alone on the matter. Punishment for dragging him to the ward would be good enough in his book. She thought to herself as she waited for further instructions. When asked which first she answered, "How about hand-to-hand first." She removed her sheath, walking towards a far wall she set it against the wall before walking back towards him. "Are we limited to hand-to-hand or does anything go?" She was talking about kicking as well as hitting but would wait to hear his answer before it was time to start. She posed as she waited to start, on cue she would rush towards him, trying to attack him with her arms first. Learning combat as a young girl proved to be useful after all. With it, I've been able to safe people, capture criminals and now use it to handle Terrors and AP. I've come a long way.
But if I want success, I have a long way to go before I reach the top. She thought to herself as she was reminded that this goal was more of a team effort. Sooner or later, he'd come to realize the soulmate thing was real and they needed each other if they wanted to overcome their obstacles. He knows all of my moves.... What can I do to surprise him? She thought to herself, thoughts crossed her mind and she would move closer to him with the intent to place her arms under his before shoving them up. If she could get an opening, that would be a win for her. Of course the risk of missing was still high, but she was just as bad as him with the risk taking thing.
Returning to the ward was out of the question for Fritz since he believed himself to be plenty healed and fit for their training session. With his sword gently placed on the bleachers, he was prepared to continue. Gradually, ancient warrior eased into stretching his muscles, bringing his arms forward and across his chest, each being provided an opportunity. Smoothly, the motions shifted to a simple shoulder roll before stretching his arms upwards. He parted his legs, working towards stretching his sides by reaching towards the left before shifting to the right. Finally, he went forward into a lunge to complete stretching, listening to Vashti's answer to do the hand-to-hand sparring first. Considering his apprentice's police background, she was likely to be capable in hand-to-hand, which he presumed was apart of the RCMP curriculum. After a few moments, he stood up, straightening himself to reveal his full height.
"Then we shall start there. Afterwards, we will move to swordsmanship. This is also your chance to learn about other lessons if you would like," the reaper explained.
There were plenty of weapons which he would allow Vashti to learn about in case she wanted to carry more than merely her sword and her fists. While Fritz tended to rely heavily on his broadsword, it was specifically because of his extreme admiration for the weapon which saved him on a daily basis. The sword remained by his side throughout his numerous years on Earth, thus his complete trust was placed into the weapon. After the decision was made, the ancient warrior took his side of the area which they would spar between one another. Once on his side, Fritz got into position before gesturing for Vashti to proceed, which she did. The initial attacks consisting of arm jabs were handled with a mixture of blocks and dodges.
From a size perspective, Fritz was a taller opponent, suggesting his limbs were longer than Vashti, thus he desired to keep distance between them. While he could handle a closer confrontation, he wanted to keep his opponent further in this situation to make avoiding blows easier, thus when Vashti suddenly attempted to get extremely close, he pulled away, feinting left to try and jab her side.
Vashti had rushed towards him as soon as he beckoned her towards him. After a few jabs, she had tried getting closer only for Fritz to move to the left before attempting to jab her. She spun the opposite direction, meeting his arm with her leg to block the attack. If there was one thing she enjoyed about combat, it was that she was able to block with any part of her body. There was a slight chance that she was at risk of being injured but if it meant staying alive, in the long run it would be worth it. Now that she had made the first move of using her legs instead of just her arms, she proceeded to advances towards him, kicking out in her attempt to off balance him. If there was something more frustrating then blocking it would be having to walk backwards or move out of the way at the same time.
Seeing as she was advancing towards him, she believed that gave her the advantage. Not to mention how quick she could be when she was focused completely on the training. "I don't think I'll take an interest in other weapons, my sword has been good to me. The day I lose it will be the day I am forced to use another blade, but another weapon won't ever happen." She answered, seeing no point in letting that question possibly linger. At least now, if he was planning out lessons, he could focus on this combat training and her fighting with her sword. Some people held an interest in learning other weapons but she liked her sword, it was the only weapon that she had practiced with when she was using her enhanced agility, making it somewhat easier to block attacks, not all but many and that was good enough for her. She would continue advancing towards him in her effort to trip him.
The smooth block Vashti performed in response to his jab was impressive to Fritz. A graceful spin before using her leg to block the blow; she moved like a dancer. She was evidently equipped with a variety of skills in hand-to-hand combat; as the ancient warrior expected of a law enforcement officer. There were plenty of moments where the brunette proved to be a powerful opponent, making the reaper believe she would be an adequate sparring partner. Hastily, Fritz retreated his hand and successfully detected the subtle moves of her muscles. Suddenly, Vashti kicked out towards him, but the ancient warrior knew where he should take his advantages. Instead of merely dodging to avoid the blow, Fritz pulled back, avoiding the vicinity of the kick before reaching to try and get a grip on the brunette's ankle.
If he managed to get a firm grip, he would push Vashti back in an attempt to throw her off balance. There was importance in a fighter's balance, thus eliminating it remained a keen objective for the reaper. Their spar would be interesting considering the immense quickness his apprentice; even her abilities allowed for superior agility to his own. While Fritz trained himself to his physical peaks, those with enhancements proved numerous times maintain superiority, but the ancient warrior refused to cease his strives for improvement. Despite their fighting, the conversation proceeded, Vashti stating she was not interested in changing weapons.
"Understandable," he answered while attempting to hit her with a kick of his own. "You're blade is light weight, designed for your fighting style. You would also be more comfortable with it."
Agility was essential for Vashti's method of fighting, evident by the abilities she was granted, although, Fritz relied on the power he could provide his body through daily exercise and practice. While he was limited in some regards, he strived to keep himself well-rounded by training specific aspects of himself. Despite his lacking in enhancements, he proved to be a formidable opponent from years of fighting and adapting to combat situations; he had at a minimum two-thousand year worth after all.
Vashti watched as Fritz had dodged her kick before reaching out to grab her ankle. As soon as his hand had grabbed her ankle, she allowed herself to fall the opposite direction before touching the floor with the palm of her hands before pushing off the ground to try and put the pressure back in his hands after he had grabbed her ankle to try and shake him off. The sooner she freed herself from his grip, the sooner she would be able to proceed with winning this sparring contest. Though a lot of her recent training had been in the police force, she had taken up arms when she was younger. Her father had to make sure that she was ready to follow in his foot steps after all. Of course joining the police force had helped her sharpen her skills as a combat fighter. She would nod her head when he agreed with her on the comment about trying other weapons. She held the palm of her hands out to block when he had attempted to kick her. Unlike him, her goal wasn't to try and catch but purely to block. If she lost her balance just from his strength she was determined to practice harder so that she could withstand stronger opponents.
Adrenaline flowed through Fritz's veins as their sparring proceeded. These battles could always bring a flare of excitement to the ancient warrior's life despite injury was unlikely; some safety precautions were taken naturally. They allowed for both skill sharpening and enjoyment for the reaper whenever he could indulge in some proper combat practice. Successfully grabbing Vashti's ankle was rewarding considering the brunette's intense speed. Unfortunately, the situation would not be easily handled. Instead of proving to be reliant on her feet, Vashti successfully used her hands to stabilize her balance before attempting to shake his grip. The ancient warrior kept his grip firm as he attempted to pull her leg closer before shoving her leg in the opposite direction; he wanted to throw her balance off. Without balance, a fighter could be easily defeated.
Since the mere age of sixteen or perhaps younger, Fritz trained to become a proper guard for the sake of his village, thus he was determined to win their sparring match, or at least make it difficult. When his kick was successfully blocked, the reaper pulled away, instead, picking a more defensive position. While the ancient warrior would presume his strength was superior, he wanted the sparring lesson to proceed. Furthermore, the position was ill-favourable should his opponent decide to throw him off balance. Patiently, Fritz waited for Vashti to attack, deciding to try and possible use her next attack against her.
Vashti felt his grip remain on her ankle despite her effort in trying to shake his grip. He then pulled her towards him before suddenly shoving her leg in the opposite direction. During the time that he had pulled only to suddenly pull she had temporary lost her balance but as soon as she was free she had allowed herself to fall onto a spin on the ground before slowly standing up. No sooner had she stood up that she had raised her hands to block his attack, his foot met the palm of her hands, the pressure hit her hands but she shoved him away from her in the process as to avoid less damage to her arms. After that attack had been deflected, she watched as Fritz had moved away from her. She posed for her stance before suddenly rushing towards him. Just before making contact she jumped in the air, spun to try and kick him in the side with her leg. She knew there was a high chance that he would try and grab her ankle again, but it wasn't going to deter her from attempting to land one on him anyway. After all, if you weren't willing to take some damage, how could you expect to get in close for the kill.
Patiently, Fritz awaited Vashti's attack, his eyes analyzing her, waiting for the movements which could help him indicate what she intended to do. There was only a brief amount of time before the brunette advanced to perform her attack, the reaper not surprised when she rushed. The ancient warrior steeled himself, knowing he could handle one of Vashti's hits if it allowed him to return the favour. Suddenly, Vashti launched herself into the air, Fritz watching as she attempted to for his side. The kick was mediocrely blocked, a grunt of effort escaping his throat before he attempted to push her leg away. There was a force behind his shove, the warrior shifting his stance to allow for better sturdiness should Vashti attempt to place more strength behind the kick. After he attempted to shove her leg away, Fritz dropped into a crouch.
Hastily, his foot went out into a sweeping kick aimed towards her other leg in hopes of eliminating her balance. Her attempts to kick resulted in a majority of her balance being placed on her grounded leg if Fritz were to presume. Either way, the reaper remained fixated on his main objective of throwing Vashti off balance, although, it was obvious he needed to properly combat her kicks; it appeared to be a commonly used method of attack.
Vashti wasn't surprised when he had blocked her attack, though pushing her leg away had forced her to regain her balance before there was a chance of her losing it completely. When Fritz had crouched to attempt to sweep under her feet, having not regained her balance just yet, her remaining leg had been knocked out of place, resulting in her landing on her back. She was quick to roll onto her side with force, figuring the faster she got distance the faster she could work on getting back onto her feet. It seemed his goal had been to make her lose her balance this whole time. Alright then, if he wants to play that game.... She thought to herself before attempting to rush at him again, but just moments before she was expected to collided with him she did two somersaults.
Each time her feet and palms touched the floor she pushed harder against the ground to give herself a push, higher into the air, having the goal to kick him in the upper shoulder for her attack. Of course there was the slightest chance that she would miss her target because he would counter, with that in mind she would further her attack by trying to grip him with her legs around his neck. If there was one way to handle your opponent, knocking them out was an excellent start or at least that was her end goal.
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