Quincy vs. Person (spar) [Jace]

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Leanna turned her body towards the presence that had arrived. Her partner showed up, it seemed. She examined his expression and deduced he wasn't happy being in the field, or being around her in general. She couldn't tell what was irking the man, which made her curious. Leanna perused Jace, attempting to gauge his physical capabilities, then tried to gauge his spirit energy. The result was somewhat shocking to her. He seemed to be weaker than her. His reiatsu was higher than a typical human's, but only slightly. If he was in a crowd, it would be possible she wouldn't be able to locate him. Despite his energy, he seemed to be physically fit, which at the moment would be better than nothing.

Leanna walked towards him, her gait stiff, similar to a militiaman. Her own expression bore a serious look, making her appear angry as she walked towards Jace. She stopped about 2 meters in front of him, then looked up towards his eyes. At this point, if he couldn't tell before, he should notice now that she was much shorter than him, by almost 5 inches. Leanna looked at his face for a little bit. So he's my training partner? Her serious expression eased gently before speaking.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Leanna Nacht, proxy of the Consecro."

She gave a small bow out of respect, but brought herself back up. Leanna placed her right foot backward, turning her body slightly to the side before channeling her energy into her cross. A bow synthesized from the gathering reishi, bearing a cobalt blue color and resembling a metal bow from a middle-age fantasy. She held the bow in her left hand, while her right index finger grazed the bowstring. Leanna looked at her opponent, then realized that he wasn't likely able to manipulate his powers. His energy level seems too low to make an effective weapon, she thought, then proceeded to pull out a Quincy bangle from her pocket. Leanna tossed the weapon towards Jace and spoke, "Take that weapon if you need it. It should help with rudimentary training involving reishi molding. It already gathers energy for you. The rest will be up to you." Her words were blunt, but she wanted to help him if he needed it. If Jace was capable of forming a weapon, then the Quincy bangle would simply be an accessory for him. Either way, Leanna was going to take this spar seriously, and she didn't want to cause too much harm if the man was as weak and she thought.

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Leanna's tense mentality eased up slightly, though her expression showed little signs of change. She still kept her gaze on Jace, finding some relief that he picked up the bangle. Under similar circumstances, had she not known of Quincy artifacts, she would not have easily accepted the artifact. After all, an opponent handing their enemy a weapon could possibly a ploy. A weapon thought to help the unarmed might end up being a tool to aid the assailant instead. Jace's apparent trusting nature gave her a little hope that the spar would progress more...smoothly.

Leanna brought herself to stance, keeping her back straight, with her feet positioned in front and back of her, providing a base for her firing skills. She lifted her left hand upward, bringing her bow up before slanting it slightly to her right. Her eyes still kept its gaze on Jace, but once she brought her bow up, her expression shifted to an extremely serious gaze; one easily mistaken for one bearing killing intent, though her mind was going through similar processes. If I don't take this seriously, none of us will benefit from this spar. If I don't battle with a killing intent, then he won't know what it would feel like to fight one who intends to kill him. If I attack to kill, he may respond in the same manner, and we can both respond appropriately when our lives are in danger, she thought, placing her right hand on the bowstring, grasping the string with her thumb, ring, and middle fingers. I can't show mercy for now.


Leanna lifted her head a little higher, then waved her head a little bit to toss the hair off her shoulders. Afterwards, she shouted, "Prepare yourself. I won't go easy on you just because you're new. I don't expect you to do the same for me. Now..." she spoke, before drawing her fingers back, rapidly gathering reishi to her fingers and forming an arrow. "Show me what you are capable of!" she finished, shouting at a much higher volume. Her eyes now honed in on his location, her gaze sharpened to a single point. Leanna's face contorted slightly, her expression shifting completely to a murderous gaze. Just as she ended her spar initiation, she released her fingers from the bowstring, letting her arrow fly towards Jace, aiming at the center of his chest.

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Leanna examined Jace's reaction to the incoming arrow. Jace had avoided the brunt of the attack, bearing what appeared to be minor damage on his shoulder. His sidestep set a aside a small worry deep within her subconscious. He wasn't a stranger to a fight, or at the very least, possessed the reflexes to effectively engage in combat. Jace presented a promising opportunity for her. Good. He's capable of avoiding some attacks. If I keep this up, he'll improve more than I initially assumed, she thought, considering whether she should up the ante and push him harder.

Despite being injured, the man continued with little hesitation. His persistence already earned her respect, considering he was new. His own expression seemed to match hers, at least in her mind. Her fingers hung loosely as she brought her right hand behind her bowstring. Leanna's eyes kept watch on Jace as he formed his own bow with her gift. He appeared surprised, something which wasn't unexpected, but it irked her slightly how he reacted afterwards. She stared at him, analyzing his movements, and interpreted them as signs of hesitation. Her eyes widened slightly from shock. He can't actually be hesitating, even after my shot! she thought, which quickly passed once his arrow fired.

His arrow had been fired relatively quickly, but it seemed he didn't put his heart into the shot. The arrow went off course from any vital region, and was heading towards her right shoulder. Leanna turned her body to the right, backing up and bending back while doing so. It's one thing if adrenaline is causing him to move erratically, but he's not showing any signs of the sort. While the arrow missed her shoulder, and not by a narrow margin either, she felt she should make a display to show her attitude towards the spar. If he won't take this seriously, I should force him to. Hesitation could cost him his life in a real battle. She swiftly brought her left arm into a swing, aiming a portion of her bow towards Jace's arrow, shattering it on impact. Leanna let her body's momentum bring her back to face the man, after which she glared at him fiercely.

Leanna curled her fingers on her right and toward her palm, gathering reishi between her thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers; before bring her hand towards her bowstring. His act of hesitation was apparent in his arrow, and she wasn't going to allow it to persist. "I'd prefer not to use this technique against an ally, but if you keep hesitating; I'll be forced to play my cards," she spoke, anger detectable in her tone. He only hesitated once, so far, but the fact he did at all bothered her.

Three arrows formed between her fingers as she pulled at her bow. "I know this is simply a spar, but it would benefit you, and myself, if you take this seriously," Leanna said. Once she finished, she moved her fingers in a manner so two of her arrows moved off of the bowstring. Afterward, she slung her fingers back, letting go of the bowstring and firing the one arrow, letting it fly toward Jace. Her choice of target differed though, aiming directly at his leg, specifically the knee. Unfortunately, the leg was a much smaller target than the chest, so chances were high that even a newbie could dodge the arrow with little to no effort. Despite her choice of target, Leanna thought it would be good to make other attempts at attack. If the arrow did strike the target, chances were very high that he would be immobilized.

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Leanna looked toward Jace, calmly maintaing her focus on his location. Her eyes held the appearance of being indifferent, her mouth kept a serious partial frown. Despite her calm and collected exterior, worry started to fill her mind. Her eyes kept gazing at Jace, but slowly would lose focus. His cursing, the appearance on his face, every little motion he made after getting struck made her worried for him. Her arrow had landed perfectly at Jace's leg, but the damage was too severe, and the spar ended too quickly for it to have been very productive. Her body trembled slightly at the man's reaction, holding back her horror at what she had done. He's a new recruit. Why did I attack so fiercely? Of course he wouldn't know how to retaliate under these conditions. He hasn't had enough experience. He probably didn't even try to imagine how a battle would turn out if he engaged, she thought, guilty at her actions. Her arms fell down slowly, clearly trembling as they lowered. The bow still remained in tact, but the outer edges slowly started to dissipate to reishi particles. Her concentration on her bow was fading.

Leanna's focus shifted from reality to her thoughts, and vice-versa. She looked at the blood gushing from his leg, then started to get frightened again. I have no means to close that wound. I have none of my first aid supplies. How am I going to stop the bleeding? Leanna looked at him again. More blood was pouring out. Dammit. What am I supposed to use? Her arms hung from her body, and her eyes lost its focus. Her facial expression remained stern, but it was clear her mind was on something else. Her right hand happened to graze her poniard as it hung.

Suddenly, she had an idea. Leanna completely deactivated her bow before pulling the poniard out from her belt. She tugged on her shirtsleeve on her left arm with her left hand, then cut the around the sleeve with her knife. The poniard was not good at making a clean cut, so she ended up having to pull on the sleeve until it tore off, revealing her pale white arm. Leanna placed the poniard back on her belt before running toward Jace. She forcefully dissipated the arrow in his leg just before she stopped in front of him.

Leanna knelt down to the ground, moving his hands gently out of the way. She proceeded to close the wound as best as she could. She took her torn sleeve and wrapped it around his wound, placing the area where the cloth overlapped over the front of the hole. Unfortunately, the sleeve wasn't long enough to tie up, so she took off her belt and tied it tightly to hold the cloth in place. Despite her horror and worry, and the blood pouring out, she remained perfectly calm throughout the procedure; her fingers making each maneuver without trembling. "I'm sorry Jace. I know I wanted you to fight seriously, but it was seriously too much to ask this of you. I shouldn't have used that technique on you. I didn't create it to be used on an ally," she spoke, her voice bearing genuine signs of apology. "Do you think you can get to a hospital on your own? I'll help if you are unsure," she spoke. However, she was planning on following him to a hospital, regardless of his answer. Leanna had to make sure Jace was going to be alright. The least she could do after using excessive force against him would be to ensure his recovery.

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Leanna's eyes lowered slightly in shame. Jace may have forgave her for the violence, but she still couldn't find it in her to forgive herself. The damage was too severe. He made a rather poor attempt at consoling her, or perhaps a strange attempt to ingratiate himself. A couple of times? Either I hit him harder than I thought, or he's trying to make me feel better. He only hit me once, and the wound was superficial. Both of my strikes dealt much more gruesome blows, she thought.

Leanna crossed her arms lightly, cupping her palms beneath her elbows as she watched Jace attempt to walk. Her chest started to hurt as she watched him. Leanna could see the agony he was in, despite his best efforts to conceal it. Pressing so much weight on a single leg was a simple hint to her. If it wasn't apparent that he was in no condition to walk earlier, his collapse would provide the final clue. Jace's hiss of pain after falling made her cringe. She did her best to keep her composure, but couldn't bear to look at him in this condition.

Leanna walked over to him, but looked in another direction as she got closer. A couple of seconds passed before she was able to even glance at him, or make eye contact. Leanna knelt down one more time, kneeling on Jace's injured side. She grabbed his arm and pulled him upwards, lifting his arm up over her shoulder. As she stood up, Leanna lifted Jace's body higher on the wounded side, so he wouldn't have to use that leg. "I'll help you to the hospital," she spoke apologetically, as she started walking towards the nearest city. The nearest hospital was still far away, but she hoped that once they entered the nearest city or town, someone would call for or offer help.