The Raven's fight (Open/ training)

[Claira Raven Heart]

Claira would stroll into the training area seeing a few male quincy who were bigger and more toned then she was. She was wearing a black beater and black baggy sweat pants with no shoes. One of the guys whistled while another made the comment that she was in the wrong room and that the kitchen was a few doors down. But she'd push it past her as she'd begin to work out and when she started to hit one of the heaviest Heavy bags there was, one of the guys thought it be funny to come up behind her and try to pull her pants down. Worst mistake. Instead, she'd quickly spin around and bring her right foot across his face sending him back a few feet from the momentom of the strike given to him. A smile came across her face.

"I believe the kitchen is a few doors down big guy." The guy feeling humiliated, he'd get back up, grabbing her left arm and made her go flying into the air, but he'd see that she landed on her feet looking at him. Running at full speed towards him. She'd run and slide under neath his legs and would punch his knee outwards when she was behind him. He'd fall to his knee and felt her fist right at the back of his neck. In surprise, he plead and ran off. As well did the other men in the training center. Shrugging to herself, she'd go back to training from hand to hand to her shooting her bow at stationary and moving targets. She wasn't breaking a sweat since this was a normal work out for her and she wanted more of a challange. She wanted someone else to spar with. Walking over to a water fountain, she'd take a sip of water and rest for a bit. Looking at her sword and then at the hand her bow forms up in.

[Lucia Abendroth]

When the panicked men ran off, Claira would hear both a verbal and physical beating as they had the unfortunate luck of having Lucia hear and see their actions. The quincy leader left no question as to her stance on such action, and when she had finished beating the tar out of the three she ordered them to get up and continue training despite their injuries. They would be forced to now do a more intense routine that would leave them in terrible shape, as the others would get to watch them humiliate themselves in the process.

If Claira had watched, she would have seen that next to her leader was a shorter young man, with short blue hair. It may have taken Claira a moment, but this was Heinrich from back when she had attended the High School. The young man looked particularly indifferent even as Lucia gave a savage beating to the other quincy, his eyes pointed sluggishly towards the ground. He looked like he had been through hell, with heavy bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. The sleeves to his quincy uniform had been removed, which showed whip-like scars running down them; on his right wrist was a bangle…the one Claira had seen Lucia give to Kira back when she first came to the compound.

With the punishment issued, Lucia and her cousin approached the harassed quincy while she had stopped for a drink of water. “Es tut mit leid.” The stern woman said apologetically with a light bow of her head. “Inexcusable actions, they vill be reprimanded until they can change.” The woman explained coldly as she gave a terrifying glare to them as they started to slack off, causing them to yelp in fear and double time on their training. "It is good to see you using our facilities, however.” She looked over at Heinrich, who’s posture had not changed even after moving, “Heinrich here was about to continue his…training. It is our duty as quincy to constantly refine our techniques…and attitudes when we must. Correct, Dieter?” Her stern voice was quite, but held a certain strength that demanded an answer.

“This is perhaps good timing, actually.” The woman admitted as she walked past the younger quincy towards an “arena” type area close by, “How you would like to spar against Heinrich? The two of you may fight in this section; use your powers even thanks to special barriers in place.” Crossing her arms and tilting her head, she spoke honestly, “I would like to see how you perform in person this time, as opposed to just hearing reports."

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry appeared much different than the shorter, scrawnier looking boy from those five years ago. His exposed arms were fairly muscular now actually, and his taller stature proved he grew a bit since high school. His tired eyes shifted over to Lucia as she addressed him, asking for confirmation on a question. Unconsciously, the young man answered, “Yes, Lady Abendroth.” The words sounded monotonous, dry, like this was just one of many times he had said them this day alone.

If Claira had paid attention to the news around the compound, Heinrich had been run ragged by Lucia after intentionally disobeying an order by her nearly five years ago, much to some of the others amusement. The initial punishment had already been dealt with, but it seemed to have pushed Lucia into personally “training” her cousin until he was a more serviceable soldier…whether he wanted to be or not.

Even when she mentioned a potential spar, the young man continued to simply look ahead. Was he trying to not get in trouble, was he too tired to put up an argument, or had he been broken down so much he would do whatever was asked? It was hard to tell, maybe it was bit of all of those or none of them, but either way he was not jumping in on the conversation. He merely waited to see what it was he was going to have to endure this day, and whether this would be the one to finally allow him to be done with this training from hell once and for all.

[Claira Raven Heart]

A sigh would be let out as she heard the three guys get their butts smacked as they ran back inside and trained harder this time around. She'd turn and face Lucia and bow back speaking in german as well. "Alles ist meine liebe Dame vergeben" Hearing the offer from the leader, her white colored eyes looked at Heinrich. Examaining from head to his feet. She was surprised that he was still standing. She could see that he was tired and that he was more then abused by his older cousine, the leader Lucia because of him disobeying a direct order. She was still standing still as Lucia was moving to the arena, but Lucia would feel that Claira was a bit annoyed about something and she was going to find out.

"I thank you for the chance to train with your Cousin, but I do see that he is Not fit to train in the condition that he is in. I'd be more affraid of hurting him since I do know him from me escorting him to the hospital. I heard the rumors around the compound. Five years is a long time and your pretty much beating him isn't training, it's Torture. Let him rest and I'll train with him. If not, then your throwing someone who is barely standing on his feet due to lack of sleep to get hurt and that is an insult to me and my way of training. I don't mind getting physical with someone else, but when they are looking like that..." Points at Heinrich and how he looks to be all but dead.

"It's not even a challange." Heinrich would see and hear that someone was standing up for him and he might soon see a good eight hour rest or even longer depending on what happens with Lucia. Claria would cross her arms across her chest as she readied herself for whatever is come up next.

"Es sei denn Sie wollen trainieren mit mir auch meine liebe Dame in weiß und blau?"

[Lucia Abendroth]

“You’re alvays quite forthright with your opinion…” Lucia muttered, shaking her head from side to side. The woman looked over at Henry, examining him closely, and then back at Claira. Authoritatively, she cleared her throat, her head turned to meet with the eyes of the other female quincy. “Not even a challenge? Question my motives if you must, Claira, but do not question the strength of my family.” Placing her hands behind her back she traced a path back to Henry. “Fatigue is something we as soldiers all must deal with, you of all people should understand this. It takes the best concentration, the most skill to stay focused and defeat your enemies during those moments. It is times like those that your true strength can be shown.” She defended her reasoning to have Henry train even though he appeared quite tired. To her, the training was not punishment, or spite, it was a necessity to turn Henry into more than a nervous archer.

A light smile placated the quincy leader’s face as Claira tried to instead convince the other woman to fight her the best way she could, by speaking the in the woman’s native language. “Vielleicht ein anderes Mal, kleine Rabe.” Her words turned Claira’s offer down, though she was amused by the attempt. “…I am here to see to it that Henry trains for the day, nothing else. Now…as far as I can see you believe my cousin would not be able to fight you as he is. I disagree." She said confidently as she paced her way back to Henry, removing the bangle around his right wrist, attaching it to the belt at her waist. "I believe you sorely underestimate his abilities. I would even wager that in his current form he could win in this spar between you.” She claimed quite boldly, the final sentence seemed to purposely be trying to hit a nerve.

Freeing Henry from her grip she moved at such a speed neither of them would be able to keep up with it, the only thing drawing their attention to where she moved to was her voice. Now she stood at the edge of the arena, activating the machines that would eventually create the protective barriers. “Prove me wrong, Lady Raven Heart. Would you risk your honor, and insult ours, by turning away from this potential fight?” She probed, egging the younger quincy on. It was odd to see Lucia act out so “unprofessionally,” but she was attempting to turn Claira’s words against her and use them to push her into this spar. Just like the fight with the planted hollow, it was all done to ensure certain tests would be in place for both Clair and Henry…so that they both could develop their potential. In this sense.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry’s eyes focused upon Claira as she attempted to stand up for him, though he cracked a light smile as she seemed to half insult him in her own attempts to defend him. He did remain silent, however, as Lucia walked over and removed the bangle around his wrist and freed his arm from that terrible contraption. Claira might not have realized it, but she did manage to convince Lucia at least a little bit. Lucia had fully intended him to train with that bangle, which harmed him with ever shot he took...a terrible artifact that was the cause of Henry's scarred arms...but Claira’s rather vocal complaints at least prevented him from needing to fight with it this time.

When Lucia darted away from them with her incredible speed, Henry rubbed the wrist softly with his left hand, as it had been awhile since he had taken that object off. “I appreciate the help,” He commented quietly so that Lucia could not hear what he said, “but helping is what got me into this mess to start with. Just leave it be.” Taking a few steps forward he looked upon the odd arena, which was like a drained pool in the middle of the room. “I’ve never been one for rest, anyway.” He admitted drearily, not exactly making much of an attempt to speak with the other quincy.

The truth was he was rather indifferent with the help she was trying to give. He knew Lucia well enough to know that no matter what would happen he would be trained the way she wanted it, all apart of some plan to turn him into a strong soldier like herself. He wished he would have none of it, but here he was. Looking back over at Claira he shrugged tauntingly as Lucia claimed he would be able to best her. It was his contribution to his cousin’s words; he was helping egg the other quincy on, because he knew that’s what she expected him to do. Getting this over with was his top priority, at this point he just wanted to relax with his sister and forget about all of this. Tired he may have been, but he’d fight at his strongest if it meant Lucia giving him an actual moment of rest.

[Claira Raven Heart]

Her face showed signs of being alittle frustraited by being egged by both of them and when Heinrich was by the arena and facing it, she didn't give him time to react to what she was going to do. She bolted at him and used him as bar. Putting her hands on his shoulders and jumped into the air, spinning a bit and landed in the middle of the make shift arena. Her left arm exended, her bow formed up and the recurve bow was seen. Her face was now of the serious matter as she'd look at Lucia and then at Heinrich.

"If it is to be, then fine. I accept the challange. I won't hold back either and I hope for your sake Heinrich...you better not either."

Backing up a bit, she'd get ready for Heinrich to enter as well. Her bow was slanted sidewise in her grip as she was starting to make plans for her attacks.

[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia finished whatever preparations were necessary for the spar not to interfere with any one else’s training in the room. Her stoic features nodding towards the two when it would be okay for their fight to begin. Looking over at Claira she spoke candidly, “Fight with everything you have. I want to see you at your best...I have high expectations from you, Claira.” Lifting herself from the machines, she waltzed back towards Henry, simply nodding her head to the shorter boy. The look in her eyes indicated that she expected the same of Heinrich, and for his sake he better not let him down. Words were not needed, as by now he’d recognize the looks she gave him from the years of training she had forced upon him. This was his first normal spar since those five years had ended, and her honor was on the line if he was not successful.

Lucia’s looked over at Claira once again. “Such a strong spirit in this one.” She muttered to herself as she propped her back against a nearby wall to watch. “The rules shall be simple. You may only use your bows and the powers associated with them, you’re goal is to either pin your opponent to the ground for three seconds, or force them to willingly submit.” The short hair of the woman parted over her eyes, forcing her to brush them to the side with her hand; she wanted nothing to get in the way of her sight for this. This woman wanted an accurate portrayal of how Claira had strengthened herself; Henry’s training had little to do with it. She wanted Henry to grow stronger, yes, but there was always more to it than that. She watched patently, hoping the female quincy would impress her in this fight. “Begin when ready.” She added towards the end, giving a nod to both of them.

((Lucia shall be removed from posting order as she is just spectating, meaning now it’s just Henry-Claira from here on))

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry merely lifted an eyebrow as he was used as a support beam for Claira’s little acrobatic scene. At this point, he just could not be bothered to care; only letting out a sigh of annoyance as he casually stepped forward into the arena himself. It was slightly lowered into the ground, like the two were standing in a pool drained of any liquid. Four pillars were set up around the corners, and each one created a barrier made of the same material as their reishi-arrows. This barrier would both allow them to make their arrows, as well as repel the ones that they fired…very convenient. He was already very familiar with them himself.

Looking at the woman's serious face, his own subdued one remained calm. If he were honest with himself, he was grateful she seemed to care about his current state, but five years of it had affected his outward look at others. He wanted nothing to do with her, thinking that it was only gonna lead to an even worse situation in his life. He missed the old days were Ryoko’s wrath was the worst he got of it…at least there was something between them…something. Claira, she had her own agenda; he was not interested. Lifting his left hand up a metallic bow formed, blue and white in coloring; Reiatsu formed the string in a baby blue beam of energy, being the only non solid part of his bow.

“I von’t hold back, don’t vorry, I’m not looking to be in ahny more pain thahn ahbsolewtely necessary.” He explained with a half-joke, bringing the weapon ahead of him and pointing it towards Claira. His eyes examined her posture closely, analyzing how she would attack and trying to think of a sufficient counter. Slowly, he circled to her right as he pulled back the string on his bow. He would wait, patient to see her first move. "Uh...lahdies first?" He said awkwardly.

[Claira Raven Heart]

(Time for the music to begin)

She'd watch slowly at what was all happening and tracing his steps as she would slowly walk right as well. Her nearly white eyes stayed on Heinrich and would be the first to kill the monolog as her bow would come up with a Golden Color arrow, it fire away racing towards Heinrich. She'd make sure to keep herself distant from Him for her to use her attack's properly. She was tired of tests, always with the tests to see how she was in battle. But, she was showing to please Lucia and this wasn't gonna go easy either way. It was either get herself humaliated or have them be the ones and most likely have Heinrich go through the training again for him losing to her.

No matter what was to happen of the Golden arrow, she'd pull back the teal colored string as a Crimson Red Arrow was now on her bow. "It's time to feed, Pfeil des Hungers!" The arrow would also launch going after Heinrich. She'd lower herself a bit so she could avoid incoming attack's and would keep her bow at the ready for another attack.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry had watched her form her first arrow carefully, looking upon it with a sense of familiarity. Placing his feet at a careful angle, he would kick himself to the right with a surprising amount of speed to Claira. This quick movement of his feet put enough distance between him and her golden arrow, which stabbed into the ground off to the left of the German boy. Landing on bent knees Henry rubbed the arrow he had created between his thumb and index finger and in an instant it turned the arrow of reishi into a solid object with a brand protruding from the front of it.

Lifting himself back up to strike, he would see she was firing a second arrow of her own, this one red in coloration. Without hesitation, he fired his branding arrow, directly at her right wrist, by firing off his attack while she fired hers gave him the best chance of the attack hitting, and with his superior speed that chance only increased. Unfortunately doing so put him danger of her arrow hitting him square in the chest. Fortunately, however, this did not happen. When Claira’s “Pfeil des Hungers” left its bow, the arrow would arc to the left, away from Heinrich on its own, homing in on where her gold arrow lay upon the ground. Her own technique caused her attack to miss, and left her wide open to the branding arrow.

If her eyes met with Heinrich’s in that moment, a small grin would be on his face. The boy was a large fan of plans, and having the insight to learn about their "now famous among the quincy” Raven heart was a simple task. He had heard of the gold arrow that tracked her opponents, and how it affected her other arrows. Thanks to his movements that golden arrow now remained lodged into the ground, and her homing arrows would become useless…as the golden arrow would remain there for several minutes. That was the kind of time Henry would need to win this fight.

[Claira Raven Heart]

Her eyes showed the fact she was annoyed. She could see that he was a planner and that he was banking on her tracking arrow's movement. She'd snap back into reality and seeing his arrow coming in at her with speed. She'd move her bow in a way that when the arrow was near, she'd twist the bow so the top of the was beside the arrow and would redirect his branding arrow. Heinrich wasn't the only person learning from the other, she was learning everything she could about everyone and their attack's that they have used. His arrow now went into a wall and her bow would pulse a white color aura with it outlinning an arrow. She'd take aim at him and purposely have it fire at the ground next to him. No sound was heard, not even the string snapping back. It silently was fired and hit the ground next to him and before he could react to it, the arrow would begin it's screaming affect. "Cry away my fair lady, let them hear your pain...der Banshee Flüstern" She too had a smirk across her face since there was three attack's of her's that didn't rely on the golden arrow. The screeching would be heard and Heinrich was caught in it. She'd back away a bit and get the bow ready.

"You maybe faster, you maybe stronger then I, but you won't break my will to win Heinrich. I will do anything in my power's to over throw you in this battle...no body mock's my family!" Her bow was still fixed on Heinrich, and the arrow that was postioned on the string was pulsing. She was keeping her distance from her opponent and she was somewhat glad that it was him and not his Cousine. What most didn't really know was that when she was talking, she was preparing this attack of her's and again, most would know about it since rumors of this attack spread through the compound like a wild fire. 'Half way to go already, just alittle bit more and your toast...' She was thinking to herself in her head.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Just as Claira knocked away Henry’s first arrow, a second branding arrow was already flying directly at the girl, this one colliding instead with her left wrist which was left open as opposed to her right. Henry’s speed with the bow was far and above that of the female quincy, giving her little chance to avoid one, let alone two. The first one harmlessly landed on the ground, dispersing into reishi and returning to Henry’s bow, meanwhile the second one that hit her wrist would release a burst of reishi that covered the woman’s wrist, a brand appearing upon the impacted area.

Instinctively, Henry would jump backwards as Claira’s arrow stabbed into the ground, a shrieking noise immediately following it. The quincy winced at the terrible sound that surrounded him, clearly have some form of disruption on his concentration. “...Zwei können spielen, dass Spiel~!” The young man grunted under his breath as he lifted his free right hand towards the brand on Claira’s arm. Suddenly, to Claira only, a screaming sound very similar to her own arrow would start gnawing away at the inside of her mind, and much like her arrow it would cause disruptions in her concentration.

Shaking his head to try and focus through the sound, he looked on as she was preparing to fire a more powerful arrow of her own. To counter this, Henry quickly unleashed another arrow, this one an orb of light. At the moment of firing it, the orb traveled at high speeds, homing on the nearest branded target. This special arrow would numb the body of a branded foe, and would easily cancel out the reishi Claira was gathering before she could fire it.

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Reiatsu: 135
Attack: 75
Speed: 135
Weapon Skill: 115
Status Ailment length: 2 posts

[Claira Raven Heart]

Claira would yell in pain as the brand marked her. She had to play it calmly and keep her head as the sound was echoeing off inside her mind and was starting to drive her crazy. Her eyes watched as the orb was fired at her and decided it was time to counter it with her own attack. With her bow still fixed on Hein, the arrow was ready. Not even giving time to yell out a speech of wisdom to her arrows like usual, she just let the arrow fly towards this orb. Both arrows met at the half way mark where there was an explosion, yet Heinrich would see coming out of the cloud of smoke, 37 arrows flying towards him.

Since her arrow was at the half way mark, it exploded into the 40, but since the orb went into the volley, it took out 3 of her arrows with it. It was time for Heinrich to make his next move since these arrows were racing at him and would make it hard for him to avoid most of the arrows at once. But whatever he was to do, he'd see another arrow form on her bow. It seemed to be another regular arrow on her string, but when she fired this one, wings spread out of it. "zbor Raven, Hit your Mark!"

The bird like arrow would sore through the air, cutting it like butter. It raced behind Aquilae Irae's 37 remaining arrows that flew towards him. This would be a close match for sure and she was hoping that Lucia was pleased at what she was seeing in this heated battle between her own cousin and claira.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry clenched his bow tightly when he saw the attack he had tried to stop release forth. Thankfully, Claira was forced to aim towards his last arrow, as opposed to the german boy himself. Running around the side of the circular arena, he put as much distance between himself and Claira’s arrows as possible. Of course, with so many heading his way it was impossible to lose them all. As they flew towards him he began to realize his best bet was to utilize the hole his own arrow had made within the wall coming towards him. Carefully he leapt forward firing a few arrows to the close proximity to the hole to cancel some of Claira’s out, before rolling up to his knee’s to squeeze past the attack.

The sudden tactic was effective enough, as only a few of the arrows managed to hit him cutting across his body instead of impaling him, while the rest collided with the barriers set up around their spar. "Zat coewld hah-ve gone Vorse..."Landing on the ground, he would suddenly receive an injury to his shoulder as Claira’s second arrow cut across him "Kacke! spoke too soon..." Pushing himself through the attack Heinrich countered by sending a volley of arrows towards his opponent, following by another light orb. He hoped she would be too distracted by his own arrows to avoid the orb of light, which would give him the key advantage in this fight. Meanwhile, the brand on the female quincy’s arm continued to send the distracting sound into her mind.

[Claira Raven Heart]

Seeing what he was doing she'd start her next plan. But sadly that would also change since he'd begin to shoot his own volley of arrows at her along with another orb. She'd shoot a volley of arrows as well to cancel out his but the orb was starting to get closer to her. Forming another zbor Raven. The string's fired the arrow and making the orb and it too cancel each other out but what she didn't realize was that she was struck by two arrows. Her eyes looked down and ripped out three regular reishi arrows from her leg. Looking at him as blood flowed from her leg. Her string would begin to go off as 10 arrows launched going after him. Falling to her knee for a second she'd force herself back to her feet to show that she wasn't going to let her injury to let it bother her. She'd angle herself so that the golden arrow was behind Heinrich since he wasn't keeping an eye on it and would shoot her arrow of hunger which raced to him and if he was to dodge he'd see three more regular reishi arrows going towards him.

The screaming was starting to affect her as she'd try to keep her eyes on him but had to close her eyes once and take an arrow and stab herself with it to cancel out the screaming's pain in her mind. She'd begint o think clearly and would begin her attempts to dodge again from his coming attacks. "I'm not going to lose....I won't let my honor be tainted from this loss...." She'd begin to breath heavily as she was trying to keep up with the attacks of Heinrich.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry continued to close the distance between him and Claira while she was busy trying to defend herself against his volley of arrows. her words of determination seemed to not have any effect on him. In the background, Claira might have noticed the screaming arrow of hers collapsing into reishi. When she attempted to return the favor she would see the effects of the arrow would also leave the blue haired quincy, who’s quickened movements were more than enough to dodge and weave a path around her attacks.

His movements were guided by reishi gathering at his feet; though barely noticeable, it was clear that Heinrich was close to unlocking the Hirenkyaku technique that the quincy used for high speed movement. While such knowledge made no difference in their fight, it was interesting to note how close he was to being capable of using the high speed ability.

Claira’s opponent was nearly upon her when she prepared her homing arrow. In Heinrich’s right hand reishi began to gather as he was beginning to create another branding arrow. "Blech..." His approach halted however, as his exhaustion started getting the better of him. Light headedly, he nearly tripped forward, the disruption in focus costing him as her red arrow shot through the side of rips causing him to fall back onto the floor from the attack, temporarily making him prone. "Oof!" He grunted as he crashed into the marble floor the fought upon.

[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia still had her back pressed against the nearby wall outside of the arena the two fought in. Her slim frame relaxed against the marble wall allowing her to get a perfect view of the sparring match. Seeing the injuries the two were receiving, however, she motioned for another quincy to come closer to her, which the individual obliged immediately. When the quincy walked up to her she whispered to him, “Go get Aurora from up in Yakushi Hosptial, tell her to bring the Ginto.” The young quincy nodded and with a quickened pace walked out of the training room they were in. Lucia parted a few strands of hair that fell over her forehead as her attention returned to the fight.

“Hmmm,” Her stance remained as stoic as ever as she watched the two dodging and attacking one another. Whether either of them were pleasing her, like Claira hoped she was, or not was hard to tell as she watched the spar like one might watch a game of chess. When Henry fell onto his back however a hint of excitement was shown as she lifted her back off from the wall and examined what would happen in the fight very closely.

Lucia had made the rules clear; a three second pin was all that was needed from the female quincy to win the spar. Even if the cause for his falling had been Henry’s own exhaustion, all Claira needed to do was keep in on the ground for three counts and she would have proven the Acting Leader wrong and beaten the quincy boy. Eagerly, Lucia peaked closer to see what the Raven Heart would do, and whether Henry would be capable of stopping her. If Claira really wanted to impress her, this was certainly her chance.

[Claira Raven Heart]

Seeing the chance, she'd rush over to him as fast as she could with another Aquelia Irea forming on the string with the eyes of the eagle's pulsing with reishi. Putting a foot on his ribs, away from where he was hit with the arrow of hunger, she'd aim right at his throat and had the cold look on her face as blood ran down on to him."Submit or feel the wrath of Aquela...the choice is your Heinrich." She started the count in her head as her foot was on him, keeping him down on the ground. This battle was one that was ruthless in her books. Hearing over and over again from Lucia about 'being a soldier.' She wasn't a Soldier, she was a hunter. The two had different strategies then the other making them both worthy opponents. She was waiting for the answer from heinrich. But it was parent that Lucia wasn't the only watching the fight, everyone in the training area was watching as well and everyone was shocked at what was happening at the Climax of the battle. Even the three guys who harressed Claira were watching and was shocked at the level of her ability to fight. 'Just stay down Heinrich....don't let this battle continue even more then it has to...we both suffered enough in this one. Just stay down.' Would be going through her mind as she kept her eyes on Heinrich. The arrow was near it's peak of being launched.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry felt the foot land upon his abdomen near seconds after he hit the ground. Claira readied her bow atop his body, giving him a chance to willingly submit. It sounded like a ruthless, soldier like approach to the end of the fight, submit or face her wrath. The boy’s eyes shifted from looking at Claira over to the crowd that had formed around the edge of the arena. Faces of other quincy that he knew, many of home he despised. Deep down Henry quite honestly hated this whole place, and their eyes of anticipation of his loss only further his opinion. His eyes drifted to Lucia’s, whose own cold stoic eyes stared back. To the others, it just looked like she was examining the fight like them, but Henry knew the look. He threatened her pride if he lost after the boast she gave to Claira…he would embarrass her; that meant he would have to pay for it as well.

Unfortunately, Heinrich was too spineless to let himself just be defeated. A few more hits from Claira were far more preferable to ‘upsetting’ the leader of the quincy. In the second that past since Claira’s words, the boy’s eyes returned to hers. In that moment, he saw that she did not want this to continue and was hoping he would stop. His own eyes narrowed solemnly, as if to say “It isn’t that simple.” The second that would happen she would feel pressure against her right ankle…the branding arrow Henry had made in his hand before he had been hit.

“Verbindlich.” He calmly said, when suddenly Claira would find that her left arm and right ankle would both start reacting to the brands placed upon them and would flail forcibly together as if her ankle and arm had been handcuffed together. This would easily cause her to become imbalanced and fall to the ground before the three seconds of the pin were up. Tangled on the ground as she was, Henry painfully rose back to his feet, blood seeping into the sides of his clothing, and glared at the others that watched. Unwanted attention…this would surely come back to haunt him. “Don’t bother resisting; you don’t hahve enough reiatsew to bend the vill of the brahnds.” He warned as he approached her prone body. Kneeling besides it, he would place his free hand on her shoulder to try and keep her ‘pinned’ for the three seconds Lucia had wanted.