"15 minutes" a voice crackled through the speakers mounted in the corners of the arena.
"Damn it!" Aryess exclaimed. She threw back her フード to allow the cool air conditioning to cool the sweat sliding down her face.
"Your rate is fine," Emily 発言しました through the speakers from the viewing room above.
"You matched mine," Alek muttered barely loud enough for her to hear through the sound waves.
The teenager standing in the center of the arena glanced up to the long window above. The four other members stood above, all wearing similar and completely different expressions.
Emily tried to give the younger girl a supporting smile, and even gave her a small wave, but a line of worry creased her forehead.
Alek stood with his hands clasped behind his back and nodded to his partner, knowing she did not want any sympathy.
Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut. The strain of projecting so many subjects for the youngest member of their squad was beginning to give him a pounding head-ache.
The final person in the row, the one who's reaction Aryess truly cared about, had his arms crossed over his chest, his stance neutral, his expression unreadable. Even from a lower view point, the cloaked girl caught the gleam of a single emotion in his deep blue eyes. Satisfaction.
"Up for one last round, Jazzy?" Aryess asked, hoping the desperation was not audible in her voice. Jasper lowered his hand and opened his hazy, sightless blue eyes.
"One, last one," the eldest of the Double Helix members stated.
Emily gave him a disapproving look, feeling a twinge of concern for the sweat-soaked teenager in the arena below. But, much to Aryess's relief, she did not speak her reluctance.
"Simulation 9," a recorded voice spoke through the speakers.
Aryess spread her legs shoulder-to-the-part, flexed her hands at her sides, and closed her eyes as a countdown began.
"5...4...3...2...1.."
There was total silence. Aryess concentrated her senses on her sixth: an almost unnatural ability to sense when an attack was coming. She felt the slightest pull of her conscience, the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
Her storm-cloud-grey eyes snapped open. She whirled around and crossed her daggers to repel an arching sword. She pushed forward, knocking her attacker off balance, and kicked him far back out of the inner circle. He dispersed from existence as Jasper excused the figment from the battlefield.
Aryess pulled her arms inward and thrust them out at the exact same moment, stabbing two もっと見る opponents in their hearts.
A hot coal, もっと見る aggressive than the adrenaline coursing through her veins, began to burn in her chest. Many times before, Aryess had used every ounce of willpower to hold it back, to keep the instinct from fully filling her. But she wanted to 表示する her mentor her strength, prove to him and herself she was worth the years of training. Inch によって inch, the teen allowed the heat to spread through her. With it came energy and a desire. A desire to take out her enemy. To kill.
The cloaked girl's movements became too quick to take count of. She flipped an armored man over her shoulder, launched a throwing ナイフ into the chest of another, jabbed a third twice in the ribs and karate chopped his neck. All three disappeared from the arena floor.
Even if they were only projections from the mind of a 17-year-old telepath, they held a density that would allow them to be harmed and 'killed'. Aryess got the impression she was fighting real armored men. And the hot instinct engaging her into hyper drive understood her desire to take them out.
She stabbed one in the chest, backflipped from another's reach, clashed two of the thug's head together.
All too soon, an alarm proclaimed the simulation over. Aryess returned to her original position: legs spread even, arms at her sides, head down. Her breaths were ragged and labored, a total layer of sweat layering her skin, matting her hair down. With the last of her energy and great effort, she retrieved the force that was pounding in her ears and felt her senses relax.
"Simulation complete," the computerized voice proclaimed.
"Eleven minutes," Emily's clear voice rang through the speakers.
Aryess relaxed her posture and returned her attention to the viewing box.
Nic's position had not changed even the slightest bit. But his protege caught the twitch of a smile on his lips. A new spark lit his eyes as he nodded to his student, then turned and walked out.
Aryess then fell onto her back exhausted and stared at the high ceiling, grinning from ear to ear with thrill. She recognized the emotions her teacher had concealed so well. Gratification, respect, and, dare she think it, pride in his student.
Creds to Blitz359 for helping me reset the clock. Thank you.
"Damn it!" Aryess exclaimed. She threw back her フード to allow the cool air conditioning to cool the sweat sliding down her face.
"Your rate is fine," Emily 発言しました through the speakers from the viewing room above.
"You matched mine," Alek muttered barely loud enough for her to hear through the sound waves.
The teenager standing in the center of the arena glanced up to the long window above. The four other members stood above, all wearing similar and completely different expressions.
Emily tried to give the younger girl a supporting smile, and even gave her a small wave, but a line of worry creased her forehead.
Alek stood with his hands clasped behind his back and nodded to his partner, knowing she did not want any sympathy.
Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut. The strain of projecting so many subjects for the youngest member of their squad was beginning to give him a pounding head-ache.
The final person in the row, the one who's reaction Aryess truly cared about, had his arms crossed over his chest, his stance neutral, his expression unreadable. Even from a lower view point, the cloaked girl caught the gleam of a single emotion in his deep blue eyes. Satisfaction.
"Up for one last round, Jazzy?" Aryess asked, hoping the desperation was not audible in her voice. Jasper lowered his hand and opened his hazy, sightless blue eyes.
"One, last one," the eldest of the Double Helix members stated.
Emily gave him a disapproving look, feeling a twinge of concern for the sweat-soaked teenager in the arena below. But, much to Aryess's relief, she did not speak her reluctance.
"Simulation 9," a recorded voice spoke through the speakers.
Aryess spread her legs shoulder-to-the-part, flexed her hands at her sides, and closed her eyes as a countdown began.
"5...4...3...2...1.."
There was total silence. Aryess concentrated her senses on her sixth: an almost unnatural ability to sense when an attack was coming. She felt the slightest pull of her conscience, the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
Her storm-cloud-grey eyes snapped open. She whirled around and crossed her daggers to repel an arching sword. She pushed forward, knocking her attacker off balance, and kicked him far back out of the inner circle. He dispersed from existence as Jasper excused the figment from the battlefield.
Aryess pulled her arms inward and thrust them out at the exact same moment, stabbing two もっと見る opponents in their hearts.
A hot coal, もっと見る aggressive than the adrenaline coursing through her veins, began to burn in her chest. Many times before, Aryess had used every ounce of willpower to hold it back, to keep the instinct from fully filling her. But she wanted to 表示する her mentor her strength, prove to him and herself she was worth the years of training. Inch によって inch, the teen allowed the heat to spread through her. With it came energy and a desire. A desire to take out her enemy. To kill.
The cloaked girl's movements became too quick to take count of. She flipped an armored man over her shoulder, launched a throwing ナイフ into the chest of another, jabbed a third twice in the ribs and karate chopped his neck. All three disappeared from the arena floor.
Even if they were only projections from the mind of a 17-year-old telepath, they held a density that would allow them to be harmed and 'killed'. Aryess got the impression she was fighting real armored men. And the hot instinct engaging her into hyper drive understood her desire to take them out.
She stabbed one in the chest, backflipped from another's reach, clashed two of the thug's head together.
All too soon, an alarm proclaimed the simulation over. Aryess returned to her original position: legs spread even, arms at her sides, head down. Her breaths were ragged and labored, a total layer of sweat layering her skin, matting her hair down. With the last of her energy and great effort, she retrieved the force that was pounding in her ears and felt her senses relax.
"Simulation complete," the computerized voice proclaimed.
"Eleven minutes," Emily's clear voice rang through the speakers.
Aryess relaxed her posture and returned her attention to the viewing box.
Nic's position had not changed even the slightest bit. But his protege caught the twitch of a smile on his lips. A new spark lit his eyes as he nodded to his student, then turned and walked out.
Aryess then fell onto her back exhausted and stared at the high ceiling, grinning from ear to ear with thrill. She recognized the emotions her teacher had concealed so well. Gratification, respect, and, dare she think it, pride in his student.
Creds to Blitz359 for helping me reset the clock. Thank you.
Aryess's Suit
Emily
Nic
Alek
Ruse
Whisperer
Reyna-Human
Jaivus
Powers: Telepathic; controls a beetle-like animal (which is called beetle) once implanted into someone whether person または animal he can control then.
Civvies: Likes wearing dark clothing most black.
Attitude: quite and devious not very enthusiastic with meeting new people. Not too fond of llight in general
Age: 15 yrs
History and Past: Jaivus is from race called Beetles who are people with his powers, because of this he is shone によって all the other races. When he 7, he along with Ashley's older sister Kaya watch from a closet as his own kind slander his parents, since they did not agree to 登録する the others in a war against the other Kingdoms . After that Kaya took him in and became his Guardian. As he grew up haboured a hatred for his people and himself.
note: his from another dimension.
Demon leaving Babylon
/-0 reminded me of Becca for no reason
Time keeps running off with out her..
She cannot die,
And ever 日 of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes によって slow,
But people go によって fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case あなた wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my 記事 needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope あなた liked it. So tell me what あなた think.
