(PP-F2) Upon Wings of Freedom <Feeding the Enemy>

[Embers 0]

Blood rushes, blood hazes. They had names, but for Embers, they were freedom. Unaware of Domarus’ intentions, the girl saw him in a much different light. She saw him as a drug, so far, she had gotten closest to a proper blood rush with domarus nearby. She had no idea why, but his demeanor set off alarms in her head that put her blood on a simmer, begging to burn.

“Virtue? Patience? Don’t kid me” Embers snorted at Domarus, and threw a careful glance at Keres, just incase the maid tried to get inside her head once again. “Patience didn’t teach me how to fight, how to hunt. I learnt it by going out and taking what was mine, demanding what was owed to me” The girl paced slightly, feeling herself get agitated but making no attempt to quell any emotion that rose up within her.

Suddenly, she spun around on the heel of her foot and faced Domarus, a violent glare in her red eyes “I ain’t no wild animal Dom, I can just tell that’s how you think. I’m me, and good-damn luck changing it” She wasn’t sure why, her a lot of her instincts, raw animal like instincts were screaming about Domarus. She’d noticed it most here, he seemed to be implying what was good for her. How to live her life, and opted away from her personal brand of lifestyle. “So I’ll give you, the same option, as I give everyone. Accept me like this, or get the hell out of my life”

Part of it was a simple test, could he handle the fire that was her? Or was he, like others back in the real world, trying to make her who she wasn’t? She had one previous ‘partner’ try and turn her into a stay-at-home girlfriend for them. Embers threw them out of a window to prove a point. Embers entire stance was aggressive, violent and posturing for a fight. A small part of her brain kinda hoped her instincts were wrong, but, when in the jungle, the smartest and strongest hunters are all that survive.

[Domarus 0]

Domarus was soon realize he was going about this in the wrong direction.  While his strong suit was his mind and his strength, Embers was a being of raw power.  All he needed to do was control and direct it and he'd be fine.  She was a living weapon, something that would bulldoze through her foes with no real fear of death.  He would need to do all of the calculating, scheming, plotting and directing.  All she had to do was charge in the direction he specified to her.  When he had other generals they would do the rest.  He could see his mistake forming, though he already had a back up plan for when it did happen.  Like with everything else in life, he had a plan for nearly every single situation.  He listened as she pretty much dissed the concept of patience and virtue, once again rerouting to the same basic concept of taking what she wants because she's strong.  When they reached the real world, she may not be the best general for him as that contradicted the image he was attempting to forge.  In here, however.  In Aincrad it was, doable.  

When she turned her emotion out against him, accusing him of thinking her to be a wild animal and hoping to tame her he simply kept his eyes closed with a faint smile as he listened.  When she finished he'd speak.
     "Well I'll be honest, that sounded rehearsed.  Apologies, these are mainly habits from my old man.  It's hard to shake them at times.  I don't mean to change you Embers, I'm merely sharing how opposite we are in that specific aspect.  However such a thing could also be useful to our advantage.  I'm not calling you a brainless animal, but you do have the bloodlust of one.  You focus on raw strength and power, and I tend to focus on intellect.  Of course."  He turned to look at her, a flame of challenge in his eyes.
     "If you don't wish to work with someone who has yet to prove themselves, I can surely satisfy that pride of yours."

@Embers

[Embers 0]

Rehersed? He had no idea how many times she’d said those words and been left on her own as a result. Friends, family, hell, even her own mother. All of them trying to tell her what to do, how to live her life. And where were they now? Who knows, honestly, who cares? Not in the picture. She shook her head and pushed the images out of her mind, she didn’t need, nor care to think about, people from outside the game. She had her own life here, as much as she hated it, and she would simply have to deal with it one way or the other.

Embers found herself up in Domarus’ face, although she didn’t remember moving. She had a similar build to him, although only standing at 6’0, she was forced to look up at him with violent eyes. She smirked, almost daring him to try something, forgetting about levels. Forgetting about the rules of Sword Art Online. She was in her world, the jungle. If Domarus backed away, even for a second, she’d eat him alive.

“Bloodlust of an animal eh?” She repeated his words, sounding, almost pleased. “Yes, I like that…” She licked her lips slightly, before giving Domarus a light shove backwards with a single hand “I don’t care for your intellect Dom, you can have all the fancy words and terms you want, if you can’t keep up or show me spirit, you’re a dead-man” Her words were simple, and in her mind, true. Yet, despite it, her instincts didn’t let up and she couldn’t find why. Unable to quell her emotions, the girl did what came natural, violence.

With utter speed, the girl slammed her fist into a nearby tree. It did no damage to either side, but dammit it felt good just to swing! “Dammit why!” She yelled “Why the hell are you…you. You’re so much like me, yet you don’t burn…Christ it’s like I want you to be like me!” She wasn’t sure how to word it, was there even a way? She punched the tree again, huffing. Domarus was like her, she felt it in her blood, so why did it send alarms through her also. It made no sense to her, why were her instincts screaming when it was just Dom in front of her.

 

[Domarus 0]

To say that Domarus was amused with the entire show he'd been given on display would be an understatement.  He didn't laugh, or show any signs of even chuckling, but he was sure close to doing so.  She came up close to his face and he looked down into her eyes.  The flames in her eyes were completely out of control, wild and lashing.  He allowed the fire in him to be shown.  Strong, powerful, dangerous, but also controlled and directed.  When she came to him he didn't flinch or blink.  He was in total and complete power here, even if she was uncontrollable.  She seemed pleased with the way he worded her nature, and tried to shove him backward with a single hand.  She was strong but he also expected it, so he only moved back a foot before moving right back where he was before.  In fact he stepped even closer as a show of force, and this time he would not be moved.  She then made an attempt to threaten him, stating that if he failed to keep up with her or keep up spirit that she'd kill him.  He waited until she finished, her words ending on why couldn't he burn like she did.  He was silent for a moment before beginning to walk forward slowly.
     "What if I told you that I do burn, though I don't show it?"  If she made an attempt to attack him in any way he'd simply parry her blow aside, thrust his open hand onto her throat and slam her into the tree.  If this did happen, she'd se a calm, but fierce fire in his eyes.

@Embers

[Embers 0]

Embers glared at him through violent, lustful hazy eyes. Gods she hoped he would lash out at her, purely so she could beat him to an inch of his life. Her blood started yearning for action, yearning to kill. It started as a twitch in her hand, clamping into a fist . But she wouldn’t swing first, oh no, she’d give Domarus the first shot, then she’d beat him into the dirt. The single step she forced him to take, was a sign. A sign she was no push over, he had levels, she had heart.

Embers starting laughing, hard. Domarus claimed to burn like her? She couldn’t not find it funny, after all, it was not only impossible, but contradictory. “You burn? Bullcrap you do, if you did, you can’t hide it” The girl snarled violently at him, almost like a wild animal itself. She moved her head closer, barely an inch away with bared teeth.

Embers, herself, blinked, although her body refused to do the same. She didn’t know why, but her emotions came out with Domarus. And right now, she was lost, flooded with emotions burning through her veins like wildfire, and she started to lose control of her own body.

“If you burnt, like I burnt, you’d know it’s impossible to hide. You don’t contain it, you let it consume you, heart and soul” Her voice shifted, more wild then before and even her eyes screamed of violent emotion erupting up to the surface “You may have some fire Domarus, but you are a flicker, barely a spark. I’m a gods-damned forest fire, and if you’re not careful, I’ll burn this entire world to the ground” Her eyes flicked to his lips, before returning slowly to his eyes “So prove it…”

As quick as a rattle-snake, Embers moved. Part of her screamed to strike Domarus, but she knew she couldn’t. In their hikes with her dad, she’d learnt a lot, and his stance…was a pain to strike against. She would need to weaken him. So instead of striking against, she ran. Not from the fight, but rather, to begin the hunt. The girl vanished into a nearby cave, one that ran into the mountains.

If Domarus burnt, then the challenge was thrown. Come and find her, alone. Prove your strengths, prove you burn brighter than any fire.

As all of this happened, 

Spoiler

ID: 97240

LD: 9(+4)=13 

Result: Familiar Found, unspecialised

 

Edited February 26, 2018 by Embers

[Domarus 0]

Now it seemed it was Embers trying to change Domarus.  How Ironic he thought to himself.  According to her he wasn't actually burning on the inside.  That this kind of flame could not be contained.  But she was wrong, oh so terribly wrong.  Domarus may not be showing it now but he released it frequently.  Despite the fact that there was no way to turn the pain receptors off in this game, Keres still begged for Domarus to unleash his wrath on her.  Partially because she enjoyed it still, and partially because he still needed a way to vent.  Domarus hated the weaklings he had to work with.  He hated having to stoop down to them to help them.  Despite the insane necessity of it, the very action and thought made him want to burn them down.  But he showed no sign of it.  No sign of the distain for others.  The lack of mercy or caring nature.  In the end he would have all the power in the entire world in his hands, so why did he care about worms like them?  Here she had challenged him.  Here she demanded to see the fire, the power that he claimed to possess.  Domarus knew he'd need to beat her into submission if he was going to win her over.  If she decided not to join then he'd have her killed by Hidden, since he couldn't have someone walking around with knowledge of his true self.  He didn't move.  He didn't flinch.  Nothing when she took a stance.  There was a moment of silence before he finally opened his eyes, the fire ruthlessly burning.  

And then he charged.

Summary:  Both players receive 2 sp, and 400 col