The Raven's fight (Open/ training)

[Claira Raven Heart]

"Nothing ever is so simple...I'm sorry to do this then." She'd fall over to her side that was away from him and her bow now aimed at him. She'd launch the arrow. Heinrich was to close to avoid the attack. The massive arrow was aimed at the middle of his chest and would launch him backwards, sending him to the wall where his Lucia was at. Now on her side, she'd use her right hand to help balance herself back up onto her butt, then would try to stand on her left leg. Struggeling to do so, it showed her determantion. Claira would begin to examin the branding and how it was worked.

If he was to Avoid at the point blank shot, then she do a back flip and when the bow was aimed at him, she'd begin to fire a volley of arrows at him before she hit the ground with a loud thud. Blood was still running off the two and the arrow of hunger would start to drain more and more from Heinrich.

[Hitsugaya]

When Claira attempts to fall onto her side, she will feel the pressure of Heinrich's hand keeping her in place as he pins her to the ground, and with her limbs bound by Heinrich's brands, she has no way of getting out of his grip. When she attempts to manifest her bow she realizes that there is absolutely no way for her to aim her bow and all arrows fired go off harmlessly away from Heinrich. Her left wrist still bound to her right ankle Claira is at the mercy of the younger Quincy, and has lost the challenge.

((With your arm crossed over your body to get your left wrist to your right ankle, you're are not in the sort of position that would allow you casually roll on your side, especially when someone is putting pressure on you with the intention of pinning you.))

[Claira Raven Heart]

Realizing that she has lost this battle. She sighed in disappointment as she'd sit down so she wasn't on her knee to long. Just looking down, the bow would disappear. She couldn't do anything else since she was beaten by Heinrich's binding of the branding arrows. No words were said as she just simply sat there as most cheered for Heinrich reguardless since he was one of their own and she was just an outsider. Sliding her knees to her chest, her chin would rest on them as she would dull out the voices cheering for him and a few mocking her for taking him on, knowing he was better then her in every aspect. When she did say something, only Heinrich would be able to hear her words, but it would be some what faint to him, but eligable.

"I'm just a meer hunter, not a soldier...I guess I lost reguardless of circumstances, I'm sorry mom that I lost this fight." She'd keep her eyes looking at the ground with her bangs covering her face, hiding it from the other's around the arena.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Henry released his grip when the countdown reached three, signifying that he had won their spar. Drearily he lifted himself back onto his feet while the others watching seem to have been enjoying how the fight turned out; it was rare they showed Henry much respect, perhaps they just liked the idea that a member from their Order beat one from another Order. Looking down at Claira, he listened to her words that dripped with her melted ego; she clearly took the loss a bit harder than Henry thought she would. “Vrong, dummes Mädchen. You lost because I tricked you.” The boy corrected her as his tired eyes fell upon hers,

“I feigned exhaustion so you vould let your guard down and try and get close to me…much easiah to brand someone vho gets right next to you, no time for them to dodge.” He elaborated, turning himself away from her. With a snap of his fingers, he disengaged the brands on her wrist and ankle, freeing her from the hypnosis and screeching in her mind finally. With a shrug of his shoulders he went to mention, “You vould hahve von if-” His voice was cut off however, as he was unexpectedly hugged from the side by a taller black haired woman. It was his sister, Aurora, dressed in nurse scrubs that she had been wearing upstairs.

“Heinrich!” His sister congratulated the boy, spinning him around and giving him a playful noogie, causing the tired looking young man to start laughing lightly. “You did good my little brother! Look’s like Lucia’s training is paying off. I Told you it would.”

“H-haha, Vould you quit it, Aurora? You're too old to be playing with my hair!" The blue-haired quincy half-heatedly defended himself, continuing in a quieter voice that only she and Claira would hear, “Besides…she let me vin. Didn’t vant to make me look bad in front of Lucia. If it were up to me I’d be a full time nurse, like you...Not some soldier.” It was a lie that would only be obvious to Claira, though why he said it she most likely wouldn’t be sure. Aurora nodded along with his words, as if she intended to keep it a secret that Claira “threw the fight.” Suddenly then after, the boy clutched the areas he had been struck by Claira’s arrows in sharp pain, “Oh-oh…ow.”

“Oh!” Aurora stepped back, taking notice of their injuries. “Perhaps I should do what was asked of me and patch you two up.” The woman perked up, lifting her hands to reveal two injectors with the silver tubing of Ginto surrounding them. She gave the first one to Henry, allowing himself to inject the material on his own. “You’re good with a needle, Henry, but you know as well as I do your role is better suited for the field than mine.” She reassured him of his ‘soldier’ status before sauntering over to the fallen quincy girl. “Nice to meet you, Claira. I’m Aurora, Heinrich’s sister. Looks like you gave my brother quite the beating.” The woman brightly said, barely a hint of german in her accent. “Lucia brought me down here to heal your wounds…hold still one second.” The girl quickly explained when out of no where she would send the injector into Claira’s arm, releasing whatever liquid was inside into her. With in an instant, both she and Henry would see their wounds nearly disappear as they healed at an alarming rate. “That should do it.”

[Claira Raven Heart]

Feeling the sting of pain coming from her left arm as the syringe injected the fluids used for healing into her blood stream. In a matter of moments, she was slowly on her feet as well. Claira's head was still somewhat lowered as she was now looking at Heinrich, as if she was possessed. Her right hand went into a fist as the sound of her bones cracking under her own strenght was heard as she was holding back much anger. She had to fight it off since the match was over and that he won. Turning away, she walked towards the other side of the pool like arena, away from everyone, even Lucia. Claira wasn't in the mood to talk or hear about how she did and that she lost to a half tired person.

Leaping out, she'd grab her gear that she brought with her and went into the changing area for the female Quincy. She'd get out of her bloody sweat pants and into a clean pair of pants. The black cargo pants hung off her as she sat down on the bench inside the women's room and began to think over the battle. Talking lightly to herself, her reiatsu would flare up due to her anger. "I should have seen that was a trap....I should have fired everything at him, but I let my...better half of of me get the best of me, why did I show him the mercy that he wasn't showing me?...why?" Standing up, she take her towel that she brought with and soaked it with cold water. Putting the now soaking wet towel over her head as she looked a the floor hunched over. Making a Reishi arrow form in her hand, she'd begin to go over the battle in her mind as if she was watching over head. The reishi arrow glided across the floor as she was drawling out every move that was made in the arena, but she stopped at when she walked over and placed her foot onto Heinrich's chest. The arrow would burst into nothing as she just sighed to herself. "Next time Heinrich....next time..."

[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia moved aside those who remained above the arena, sending the back to their routines and training while Aurora entered the battle zone to heal up the two quincy. When her black haired cousin had finished her work, The Quincy Leader slid down into the arena, intending on talking with both Henry and Claira. Her approach slowed when she saw the Raven Heart leave the battle, ashamed and defeated. The woman sighed, before continuing her approach towards Aurora and Henry, interrupting a conversation they were having with a simple raise of her hand.

“Thank you for the assistance under such short time, Lady Dieter.” Lucia bowed her head to the woman, who returned the gesture. “Unfortunately you do not have time for conversations, I’m afraid. Remember your duties upstairs.” The woman reminded Aurora, who’s eyes widened as she realized she still had patients to take care of upstairs. Lucia apparently was not going to even give Henry a moment of time with his sister, as if seeing him laugh disappointed her. Her eyes narrowed towards the boy as Aurora gave the two a farewell and left for the upper hospital once more.

“Heinrich.” Her voice was stern as her intimidating eyes fell upon Henry, who nervously would return the gaze. In german she began to speak to him“*You have improved. However, you allowed yourself to become vulnerable the moment your sister had arrived.*” She detracted from his victory immediately, “*You risked a counter attack upon releasing your brands, and even turned your back on your opponent. A true soldier knows the fight is not over until the very end. Don’t tell me I have to separate you from her as well.*” She threatened, her arms cross over her side. “*…You may stop for today; you’ve earned a break, for once*” she finally said, dropping the threat, “*Next time, however, I expect you to be more professional.*”


The woman would leave Henry’s side at that point, following Claira back towards the woman’s locker room. Her footsteps echoed in the room as she entered, around the time Claira’s reiatsu flared through the room in anger. Scowling, the older woman approached with arms crossed. Looking upon her, she was obviously annoyed, “You valked avay from me? Did you think after your spar I vould not spare any vords for you? That I was 'upset' at you?” The woman’s voice lingered in its accent, more so than usual as she seemed frustrated with the Raven Heart. The woman sighed and looked down the locker room, empty; most likely Claira’s presence scared the others away…or maybe Lucia’s own had scared them. “You had impressed me; you showed determination and ingenuity in the face of a dangerous opponent…one that you nearly beat.” She trailed off however as her compliments echoed through the room.


“But …I expected you to take a loss better than this,” Her blue hair was pushed away from her face with her right hand briefly as she continued, pacing around the bench with a scolding face. “You’ve endured the loss of far greater things than a fight between allies.” The woman reminded the other quincy, having no qualms mentioning the loss of Claira’s own family as well as her constant battles with the hollow. Lucia had been impressed with Claira, up until she had given up the fight; now she felt disappointed towards the promising quincy.

Lucia stood tall in front of the Claira; her eyes did not show sympathy, she would not insult the girls pride that way. “…I know why you showed him mercy. You took pity on him because of the rumors of my training and punishment on him. You saw a victim instead of an opponent, because of my actions. You thought I was being unfair, correct? Vell?” The woman questioned, expecting an honest answer about Lucia's leadership and its effects on Claira. Her voice was indeed firm, perhaps a little harsh. Underneath it, however, was a surprising layer of kindness.

[Claira Raven Heart]

"I lost to Heinrich from being pinned three seconds due to his Branding. What I think has no relivence on anything Lady Lucia. A loss is a loss, doesn't matter if it's a spar or a full scale War. Hunter's and Soldier's just fight differently and your cousin could be one hell of a hunter. By the sounds of your voice, I wouldn't say upset as I would say annoyed. " Pulling the towel off her head, her hair hung wet over her face as she kept looking down at the floor. But, to show some respect, she'd stand up and look at Lucia. Claira slipped a pair of black socks on as she waited to hear more from Lucia. Slipping into her black combat boots as her back was towards Lucia, she was using hte bench to support herself as she tied the boots one at a time and when she heard, 'Unfair', that's when her final boot came down and she looked at her again.

"Unfair....funny you state that word, what is fair anymore? I didn't see a victim on the floor from your 'Training' with your cousin. I wouldn't know how to explain it since I doubt you know of an ol phrase from my homeland, 'Let the warrior's fight and a love can spark.' Maybe your training is extremely harsh and cruel at the same time since you are way stronger then he or I, but like I said before. My thoughts have no meaning to anyone, since your the leader of this order anyways. You do what you think is best." Grabbing a clean shirt from her bag, her back would face Lucia again and Claira took her beater off, throwing it behind her at her bag. She'd put a clean bra on and her baggy shirt. Her neck would crack as she sighed to herself as she let alot off her chest as she was highly frustraited. She let alot out, but kept a good amount ofwhat she really wanted to say in the back of her mind.

"I'm sorry for blowing up on you...I guess I'm not in my prime anymore...anything else you'd like to say or do while your still here?" Claira didn't turn her body around, she'd just lean her forehead against the one locker infront of her now as she began to think of what to do now.

[Heinrich Dieter]

Aurora slowly stepped back from Claira and returned to her brother, a bit surprised that she had pretty much been completely shunned for helping the girl with her wounds. She did not take it personally, though; it was obvious the other quincy had more important things on her mind than thanking the nurse. “She reminds me of you, Henry.” The woman spoke up with a light giggle to her brother.

“...Say vhat?” The younger quincy muttered with a tinge of annoyance in his voice, “Where’s that coming from?” He accused his sister with a sneered laugh, “You just met her, how could you even tell?”

“I’m good at reading faces. She’s just a big ball of emotion, just like you.” The long haired nurse explained, giving her brother a playful hug, squeezing him like a stuffed animal. Looking at her brother, she spoke in a concerned voice, “Look at those bags under your eyes, have you been sleeping right?” His sister seemed to examine his face, as if to find some sort of cause for his lack of sleep. The action only made her brother laugh warmly, but before he could answer her, the two were interrupted by Lucia who quickly broke them apart and sent Aurora on her way. “It was an honor helping you Lady Abendroth. I’ll speak with you later Henry. Keep at it; I’m sure you’ll be fine!” The woman encouraged enthusiastically before darting off back to her word.

Henry extended one of his arms as if to try and get one more word out before his sister ran off, but unfortunately Lucia stepped between the two of them. The intimidating fire in her eyes clammed the young German boy up; he seemed to shrink at her mere presence. He made no attempt to argue as she berated his carelessness towards the end of his spar, merely nodding his head nervously in agreement with what she had told him. Much to his surprise however, he was not punished in some form. Instead, Lucia actually gave him the rest he thought he would not be able to get. When his cousin walked away, he had to wonder why she let him off easy…was it because he had one the spar, or had Claira’s act of mercy have something to do with it. "...Thanks for the help." Heinrich was not about to analyze a chance to get some much needed rest, and was off before anyone had a chance to stop him.

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[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia listened silently, her arms crossed over one another while the younger quincy vented a portion of what she was feeling. The phrase Claira used seemed odd to the quincy leader, and she was unfamiliar with it as the quincy had suspected. It caught her attention, it seemed like an unusual phrase to relate to her spar with Heinrich, though her stoic expression made it difficult to see how she was taking the things Claira was frustratingly expressing to her. A light frown did appear when the younger quincy placed her head against the row of lockers in front of her.

Lowering her blue eyes towards the ground, the woman exhaled an audible sigh, before approaching Claira slowly. “I vouldn’t be much of a leader if I did not care about thoughts of my people, Claira.” The stoic woman attempted to reassure, “…It’s my duty, my purpose, to guide and protect the quincy. I want to see us become stronger, to survive,” Her hand lightly touched the shoulder of her subordinate in encouragement, “I vant to see you become stronger.”

There was a pause, as Lucia gathered her thoughts on what exactly to say. “I should apologize.” She finally admitted, perhaps to the younger quincy’s surprise. “I’m tough on you and the othahs because I vant to bring out your best. But it was not my…intention…to demean your importance to the Order.” The woman apologized somewhat awkwardly; clearly this was not something she did very often. "It is...a difficult thing to balance. Even I have difficulty seeing whether my actions have been positive for Heinrich or not." It was rare enough that for the first time since Claira had met Lucia, she seemed at least a little conflicted with how she had been acting.

Her blue hair falling forward in front of her face in that moment, catching her attention to both it and her slightly vulnerable demeanor. “Ahem…vell…uhm. Ahem!” In slight exasperation of her hair once again moving in front of her field of view, she removed her hand from Claira and brushed it away. At the same time, she seemed to use that as an excuse to ‘steel’ herself once again, her expression returning to one of a solid leader as opposed to a conflicted one. Turning herself from the hunter she spoke, “I believe you're better than this to let one loss stop you. I hope, in the future, you’ll be willing to prove me right.” Lucia said in a more professional manner. “…That’ll be all for today.”

[Claira Raven Heart]

Her head simply tilted at the touch of the other's hand on her shoulder. Her body turned a bit as she listend to Lucia as she was explaining herself. 'She's opening up a bit. A good sign so far...and now she closes again.' She shook her head a bit as she picked up her things and stuffed them into the bag that she brought with her. The duffle bag now rested on the bench that was near her as she would then begin to explain some to Lucia. Lucia could hear the difference in Claira's voice now. It was more gentle as she spoke to her.

"You want us to survive, yet you come down on everyone like a Iron hammer to already bent nails. You should instead of putting fear in most, why don't you talk to everyone and see what they think, it wouldn't hurt to hear first hand on what would be good for them. I can see fear is a strong point in your case due to you being a Leader and how you were trained, but most here didn't go through what We went through in our lives, mind you that we both have had different but straining points in out lives in which makes us who we are. I know you are trying to do what is right for Heinrich, but if you look at it through another's point of view, it is very harsh on him. When was it the last time he gotten some well deserved rest? If you look t him and I mean look and study him, he cower's under you in fear that he will be punished again. I know I have no say in the matter of your family. My advice, again it's only advice so you can take it as is. Give him some breathing room since it looks as if he will break soon from lack of sleep and the fear of you Lady Lucia. I wouldn't like to see him even more hurt then he already is. If you think my point of view is wrong, then I'm sorry for brinning it up to you. I just thought you'd like to hear from my point of view, a new comer to your order and seeing how things are in my eyes. As a hunter, I learn on the go and observe the surroundings and other's as well, espically facial expression's. By the way, you sound alot nicer when you open up, espically to me and I thank you for it seems you haven't opened up like this in a long time." She was hoping that Lucia would see her point of lodgic that she shared with her. Claira was also hoping that what she had to say would help with Lucia. In doing so, she hoped that she could be friends with Lucia.

Claira would pick up her bag and swing it over her shoulder and would start to head out to leave Lucia with what Claira had said to her. Her eyes gazed from hall to hall, avoiding everyone as best as she could to get to the exit. Raven Heart was gonna go home and rest a little. When she finally got to the final door's, she'd realize something, putting her hand on her thighs feeling for something. Smacking her forehead. [color=teal"Damnit, I forgot my sword back in the women's locker room."[/color] And that's when it hit her, when she was going through the hallways, there was barely anyone walking about. She'd quickly try to hurry back, but for some odd reason, she stopped in her track's as if something wasn't right. Her head would look from side to side as she was in the middle of a four way intersection of hallways. The feeling in her gut told her to stand right there for a moment, as if to wait for something.

[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia remained turned from the other quincy as once again Claira spoke her mind. When the quincy was finished with her advice, the two made brief eye contact. “I’m afraid that truthfully is not my style.” Lucia gave an amused smile when Claira expressed her enjoyment of Lucia opening up to her, before letting the younger quincy go. “Hmmm,” she hummed and tapped her finger atop her forearm, contemplating the younger woman’s advice. “There is some truth to what she has said,” She thought to herself, “But if I am to be at my most effective, I must train and teach as I have been taught. …It’s the only way I know how. The way I must...” She argued. It was not just that she wanted to teach this way, it was the way she knew how to teach. “For now, anyway, it is for the best that I remain the leader they have expected me to be. When the time comes, maybe I will have the chance to test her advice...but now is not that time.”

Lucia shook her head, letting out a defeated laugh, “Blech, to look vulnerable in front of a subordinate…unforgivable. Must I continue to work on that?” The woman lightly smacked her head, annoyed with how she had acted in front of the other quincy. While shaking her head, however, her eyes came upon Claira’s sword which had been left balanced against the bench she had been moping on. "Oh. Raven Heart!” The woman called out, looking to see if the girl was still near by, but when she received no reply she realized the other woman had already headed out of the training room. For a second, Lucia stared at the blade, unsure if of what to do with it.

“She should be punished for such carelessness! But more importantly she must carry that weapon with her.” Her inner mind called out to her, telling her how she should react. The truth was that Lucia did not think that was necessary; for once the careless mistake did not make her mad…it amused her. It was a clumsy act that, and at least this time, Lucia could take Claira’s advice and try an act of kindness. She would let the mistake go, and even bring the sword to her before the woman would leave. “Mein Gott, what’s wrong with me today?” She sighed about her uncharacteristic actions as she traveled down the halls with quickened pace with the sheathed blade in tow.

Claira would arrive at the intersection, feeling an odd feeling. It was the effect of a spark of Lucia’s reiatsu as her form suddenly appeared almost right next the girl with Hirenkyaku. It seemed like Lucia did not expect her to be right there, however, and she nearly tripped right over Claira. Lucia would tumble out of the way carefully, just barely missing the girl as she clumsily balanced herself against the near by wall. “kacke…” She muttered under her breath in embarrassment. “You…forgot your…” she paused awkwardly as the blue haired girl caught her breath, “…Sword.” Her arm lifted to reveal the sheathed weapon, though her face remained turned towards the wall as she tried to regain her composure.

[Claira Raven Heart]

A smile came across Claira's face as she took the sword and tied it to her side. Watching her try to get her compusre, she'd reach into her duffle bag that was away from the clothes and hand her an unopened bottle of cold water. Placing it in Lucia's hand, she'd nod to her witht he smile still over her face. "I thank you for brnging me back my mother's sword, and as a token from the ol' land, I give you a gift in return." Turning her back to Lucia, she'd make her way back to the doors, but before she walked out, she'd turn around and look at her and speak again. "If you ever want to have this nice chat with me again, just hit me up at my place and we'll talk alone." A wink would follow as she would then sprint away, fading out of sight into the darkness of night leaving Lucia alone in the corridor.

A cool night from a hot day. The moon was in it's Cresent phase as her path with lit all the way home. Getting to her place, she'd place the duffle bag next to the washer as she would go to the fridge to get a cold drink for herself. Sipping at it slowly, she'd go over to her phone and see no new message's. Not surprising since barely anyone had her number. Only the QUincy and Kuro had it. Shrugging to herself, she'd walk over to her CD player with 4' surround sound around the living room. Rammstein, Mutter would come on as she sat down and began to think to herself. 'Heinrich is pretty cute....hmm, eh, he's not into me. Oh well...' Leaning back a bit, she'd look out the massive window infront of her that has a balcony on it that was big enough to have four people have a sword fight side by side. Watching the lights of town slowly turning off for people were going to bed. Another day tomorrow and a new adventure would begin.

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[Lucia Abendroth]

Lucia held her face, embarrassed for just a brief moment, only removing the hand when she felt Claira place the bottle of water in her open hand. “Hmm?” The woman looked on in surprise as she saw the bottle of water the other quincy had given her. Staring at the bottle, it caused a slight snicker to escape from the normally stoic woman. “Heh…thank you.” Lucia thanked with a nod of her head, before opening the cap of the bottle and taking in the fresh water within. As she drank Claira invited her to a chance to talk again, in a friendlier environment perhaps. Swallowing down the water, she wiped away some of the excess from her mouth and cleared her throat to response. Contemplating the offer, she tilted her head in amusement once again, “I may one day take you on that offer Jugendlich Rabe. It could be nice, if I can find the free time.” The taller woman let out a soft sigh, thinking of a chance to actually relax from all the work around here. Just the offer of something stress free was appealing to the hardened quincy.


“Bis zum nächsten treffen wir.” She offered her goodbye in her native language, giving a light bow of her head. As she turned to return to her duties she was torn between two feelings. On the one hand, the leader in her was annoyed with how her subordinates had acted during their spar; on the other hand, she quite enjoyed Claira’s forward and tough personality. It was nice to have someone within the compound who at least tried to understand her actions as a leader as opposed to hating her decisions outright; someone who was not always second guessing her as some sort of mischievous ruler. For once, she would let her annoyances go, if only because Claira continued to impress both as a person and as a fighter. The woman would look forward to their next meeting.

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[Redwinters]

I'll fill in for Hitsu in this case, since he won't be getting to this anytime soon, I'm only gonna count the first page or so as training, as the end section was just regular rp:

Claira: 20 stats

Henry: 20 stats

Lucia: No stat gain