02-18-2016, 04:59 AM
Poke...mon? That was an unfamiliar term to Amber. Unless memory fails her, there aren't any Grimm that go by that alias. "I don't recall the term 'Pokemon'. A Grimm is a being that feeds off of human's and fuanus's despair. We are Hunters and Huntresses. We are warriors that battle the Grimm to protect the fellow humans and faunus of our world Remnant." Amber's eyes looked into Sabrina's. It was tough to look at her and believe her intentions were sincerely friendly. Amber's ear twitched back as she asked to spar with her. This girl looked way to small to take on Amber. Even some of the biggest guys at Beacon couldn't overpower her. Though, Nora Valkerie did give her a good fight. That beast woman actually could deflect Razorback.
"Are you sure about that? You're a bit...small to take on me. I'm leader of Team AMBR. The strongest female and faunus of Beacon. I could probably split you in half if I had the chance to land a good shot. Any who, it's your funeral girl." Amber drew Razorback from the leather holster that was worn from the weight it had to carry. The blade shined brightly against the white hue of the Nexus as it spun on it's axis, changing into it's rifle form. "Try not to take a hit too early. I'd like you to live long enough for this to be called a fight, not a slaughter." Amber was feisty when it came to a heated battle situation. This woman was definitely after something, but if Amber had declined, she may have attacked her anyways. This will give her the advantage.
Murasaki on the other had backed up to a safer distance. He knew Amber would hate him if tried to jump in on a duel with her. She was always upset about feeling as though people had to protect her, that she couldn't handle her own battles. No. Not anymore, in this world, Amber would become strong. This time, she would be the one protecting others, like a true huntress should do.
"Are you sure about that? You're a bit...small to take on me. I'm leader of Team AMBR. The strongest female and faunus of Beacon. I could probably split you in half if I had the chance to land a good shot. Any who, it's your funeral girl." Amber drew Razorback from the leather holster that was worn from the weight it had to carry. The blade shined brightly against the white hue of the Nexus as it spun on it's axis, changing into it's rifle form. "Try not to take a hit too early. I'd like you to live long enough for this to be called a fight, not a slaughter." Amber was feisty when it came to a heated battle situation. This woman was definitely after something, but if Amber had declined, she may have attacked her anyways. This will give her the advantage.
Murasaki on the other had backed up to a safer distance. He knew Amber would hate him if tried to jump in on a duel with her. She was always upset about feeling as though people had to protect her, that she couldn't handle her own battles. No. Not anymore, in this world, Amber would become strong. This time, she would be the one protecting others, like a true huntress should do.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber