10-23-2016, 02:06 AM
The youth charged her inner pride. It wanted to toy with her: Wanted her to believe she was nothing because of all her failures, but she would sooner believe she had eleven fingers.
The two Ambers clashed steel back and forth. Beyond their mental state, the two seemed mostly equal in combat. The illusion had a stronger arm, that is something Amber noticed instantly. Not many people can overpower the strongest teenager Remnant ever knew. Not to say there were people who could not. Yang Xiao Long was much more fierce than her. She knew that just by watching Yang.
After many tries of breaking the other’s guard, the illusion finally got a swing in. A wide swing to Amber’s right after a quick fakeout cracked her pauldron and sent her rolling away to the side. Making a quick recovery, the faunus eagerly got back into the fight. Amber gripped Razorback tightly. The giant weapon she could wield in a single hand, and was her original technique, but there was no doubt that a blade was much more versatile in two hands. It was not only easier to swing, making it faster, but the force of the whole body was thrown into each swing. This caused devastating damage in the right hands, like Amber's.
The illusion of the faunus smirked at her attempts to overpower her. She readied herself to defend. An overhead swing came to halt as the blade met it’s copy. The extreme force behind the blow hurt her wrist though, and made her recoil. Razorback's copy was set downward, slamming into the invisible floor the two stood on. Opportunity could not have been much more inviting. Wasting no time, the faunus spun quickly like a tornado, smashing Razorback into her illusion’s armor. The left pauldron smashed instantly, and the connecting gauntlet began to break. As a repeat of the last hit, the fake Amber went rolling to the ground, as she had. She coughed up some eerie blood that disappeared the moment it hit the ground.
”Damn, I'm one hell of a swing aren't i?” She said, wiping her mouth as she stood up. The blow had her staggered and a bit wobbly. The cobwebs came loose as she shook her head to regain her senses. ”So tell me, Amber, do you really think you're strong?”
“I sent you flying and crushed iron plating in a single blow.” She replied resting Razorback on her shoulder. Her free hand rested on her hip. After that heavy blow, she seemed confident in herself again.
”Heh. Sure. If that’s how you measure strength. What about your weak mind? So easily you fall apart to the memories you can't forget. I ask myself, ‘Why does she keep such repressed memories. It only makes her weak.’ You're nothing but filth Amber. You wallow in self regret and try to stuff it away by killing people.” Her voice took a tone of anger and frustration. It was like she had been suffering from the pain herself.
“On the contrary, those memories make me stronger.” Amber argued.
”Enlighten me then. Weaknesses don't exactly make you stronger you idiot.” The illusion barked.
“My mistakes weaken me. You pulled into my inner regret and are trying to use it to make think I'm worthless. Unfortunately for you, I understand the reasons I keep these memories.” She said pacing back and forth as she explained. Amber was unnaturally calm for the situation.
”Get on with it.”
“My memories help me remember what is important. I remember my mistakes and I will not dare to relive them, and thus I will not forget them.” She said raising her blade to the copy. “My mistakes are simply bricks in my wall. Once I set it, it stays. It hardens me and makes me a better person.”
”Lies!” Screamed the illusion. ”You're nothing but a coward! A thief and lier!” Her rage was starting to leak now. Her face scrunched up in fury, anger beset. An odd aura surrounded the illusion. Amber knew exactly what this was so she kept her guard up. ”And now, you die!” The angry demon furiously charged at her opponent, hatred in her eyes.
Amber readied her aura shield, making a thin bracer-like block across her arm. She dodged the first few attacks but when the next came, it did not hit like bricks. It hit like a wrecking ball. Amber’s shield shattered like glass, pieces of pink aura broke upon the empty floor and the poor girl was sent flying. She tumbled across the ground for yards before landing on her stomach. The now angry Amber obliged with similar tactics. Letting out her inner berserker, Amber stood, spewing red energy and anger. The two girls exchanged blows that could level a small home. One with fire in her veins, the other with grief in her heart.
If there had been a spectator, he or she would not have the words to describe the brawl. The equally matched combatants nearly broke each others swords with each swing. The illusions toothed Razorback caught hold of the original one, tearing it away from Amber’s hands. Quickly she readied her claws, as the blade was well out of her reach. Dodging as many attacks as possible the faunus got as close as she could. If there was one thing she knew about her fighting style, it was that someone who was too close was more dangerous than anything else. It made her swings of center and hard to hit due to the awkward fashion you had to bend your arms. The faunus clawed away at her copy, leaving gashes through the iron armor where blood bled through. Shear speed was winning her this battle. It would not be long before the illusion had to stop.
“Are you ready to give up?” Amber asked she clawed at herself, some what too literally.
”I'll give up when I'm a corpse!” She screamed back. For a mere illusion, she shared the same determination that fueled Amber. If not for the same goal, then with the same heart. Like her original, she was ready to show Amber what she believed in mattered. That anything is worth dying for if you cherish it enough. Even if her own aspiration did not find her worthy to live.
The faunus was ready to end this fight. She ducked under a horizontal swing then rolled out of the way of a vertical one. In a quick movement as the copy started her next swing, her opponent jammed her fist into her stomach, punching clean into her flesh. Just then, Amber’s light claws had vanished in need of recharge. Perfect timing. The Illusion spit blood all over Amber’s arm and the floor, and when her hand was ejected from the abdomen, blood spilled out like a waterfall.
”H-How could you...Kill me...I'm everything you wish to be and more.” She muttered, finding it difficult to speak what with all the blood she was puking up.
“Because you made a mistake. You let yourself be blinded by my mistakes.”
”But those things never happened to me! I didn't kill my parents, or Dusk! I gave Murasaki the affection he deserves!”” She yelled out, followed by a coughing fit.
“Yes, but you were too afraid to understand the mistakes could have happened to you. Too scared leave your perfect life.” Amber replied, kneeling next to her opponent's body.
“You-! ...You're right...The horror of knowing that my life could have been so much different left me blind to what truly matters. Our own mistakes are what fuels us Amber. Let’s never forget why we fight.” The illusion struggled to say. She reached out, arms shaking, and grabbed hold of Amber who responded by putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Our friends need us. We have to protect them.” The two spoke simultaneously in sync. “Especially Murasaki.”
”I'm not the only thing barring your way out Amber. You defeating me was only half the battle. Now you have to go.”
“Go where? I thought you were all that’s here.”
“No. When I die, a door will appear. Behind this door is our greatest fear. You have to face Murasaki.”
“No...are you serious?” The illusion only replied with a simple nod. Amber remained still and quiet for a second, not understanding her own feelings. “Fuck. This is not going to be fun.”
”Don't worry. You can do it, Amber. I know. Now go, and don't ever forget...don't forget…” The blood loss had finally caught up, and the illusion disappeared, along with her blood.
Moments later a door appeared a few meters from Amber. She slowly stood and stared at this door. If she could get out without going through there she would. Albeit she did not have much choice. The faunus approach the door and hesitantly opened it, being blinded by a horribly bright light as she walked through. This would be the only enemy she could not engage with her blade.
The two Ambers clashed steel back and forth. Beyond their mental state, the two seemed mostly equal in combat. The illusion had a stronger arm, that is something Amber noticed instantly. Not many people can overpower the strongest teenager Remnant ever knew. Not to say there were people who could not. Yang Xiao Long was much more fierce than her. She knew that just by watching Yang.
After many tries of breaking the other’s guard, the illusion finally got a swing in. A wide swing to Amber’s right after a quick fakeout cracked her pauldron and sent her rolling away to the side. Making a quick recovery, the faunus eagerly got back into the fight. Amber gripped Razorback tightly. The giant weapon she could wield in a single hand, and was her original technique, but there was no doubt that a blade was much more versatile in two hands. It was not only easier to swing, making it faster, but the force of the whole body was thrown into each swing. This caused devastating damage in the right hands, like Amber's.
The illusion of the faunus smirked at her attempts to overpower her. She readied herself to defend. An overhead swing came to halt as the blade met it’s copy. The extreme force behind the blow hurt her wrist though, and made her recoil. Razorback's copy was set downward, slamming into the invisible floor the two stood on. Opportunity could not have been much more inviting. Wasting no time, the faunus spun quickly like a tornado, smashing Razorback into her illusion’s armor. The left pauldron smashed instantly, and the connecting gauntlet began to break. As a repeat of the last hit, the fake Amber went rolling to the ground, as she had. She coughed up some eerie blood that disappeared the moment it hit the ground.
”Damn, I'm one hell of a swing aren't i?” She said, wiping her mouth as she stood up. The blow had her staggered and a bit wobbly. The cobwebs came loose as she shook her head to regain her senses. ”So tell me, Amber, do you really think you're strong?”
“I sent you flying and crushed iron plating in a single blow.” She replied resting Razorback on her shoulder. Her free hand rested on her hip. After that heavy blow, she seemed confident in herself again.
”Heh. Sure. If that’s how you measure strength. What about your weak mind? So easily you fall apart to the memories you can't forget. I ask myself, ‘Why does she keep such repressed memories. It only makes her weak.’ You're nothing but filth Amber. You wallow in self regret and try to stuff it away by killing people.” Her voice took a tone of anger and frustration. It was like she had been suffering from the pain herself.
“On the contrary, those memories make me stronger.” Amber argued.
”Enlighten me then. Weaknesses don't exactly make you stronger you idiot.” The illusion barked.
“My mistakes weaken me. You pulled into my inner regret and are trying to use it to make think I'm worthless. Unfortunately for you, I understand the reasons I keep these memories.” She said pacing back and forth as she explained. Amber was unnaturally calm for the situation.
”Get on with it.”
“My memories help me remember what is important. I remember my mistakes and I will not dare to relive them, and thus I will not forget them.” She said raising her blade to the copy. “My mistakes are simply bricks in my wall. Once I set it, it stays. It hardens me and makes me a better person.”
”Lies!” Screamed the illusion. ”You're nothing but a coward! A thief and lier!” Her rage was starting to leak now. Her face scrunched up in fury, anger beset. An odd aura surrounded the illusion. Amber knew exactly what this was so she kept her guard up. ”And now, you die!” The angry demon furiously charged at her opponent, hatred in her eyes.
Amber readied her aura shield, making a thin bracer-like block across her arm. She dodged the first few attacks but when the next came, it did not hit like bricks. It hit like a wrecking ball. Amber’s shield shattered like glass, pieces of pink aura broke upon the empty floor and the poor girl was sent flying. She tumbled across the ground for yards before landing on her stomach. The now angry Amber obliged with similar tactics. Letting out her inner berserker, Amber stood, spewing red energy and anger. The two girls exchanged blows that could level a small home. One with fire in her veins, the other with grief in her heart.
If there had been a spectator, he or she would not have the words to describe the brawl. The equally matched combatants nearly broke each others swords with each swing. The illusions toothed Razorback caught hold of the original one, tearing it away from Amber’s hands. Quickly she readied her claws, as the blade was well out of her reach. Dodging as many attacks as possible the faunus got as close as she could. If there was one thing she knew about her fighting style, it was that someone who was too close was more dangerous than anything else. It made her swings of center and hard to hit due to the awkward fashion you had to bend your arms. The faunus clawed away at her copy, leaving gashes through the iron armor where blood bled through. Shear speed was winning her this battle. It would not be long before the illusion had to stop.
“Are you ready to give up?” Amber asked she clawed at herself, some what too literally.
”I'll give up when I'm a corpse!” She screamed back. For a mere illusion, she shared the same determination that fueled Amber. If not for the same goal, then with the same heart. Like her original, she was ready to show Amber what she believed in mattered. That anything is worth dying for if you cherish it enough. Even if her own aspiration did not find her worthy to live.
The faunus was ready to end this fight. She ducked under a horizontal swing then rolled out of the way of a vertical one. In a quick movement as the copy started her next swing, her opponent jammed her fist into her stomach, punching clean into her flesh. Just then, Amber’s light claws had vanished in need of recharge. Perfect timing. The Illusion spit blood all over Amber’s arm and the floor, and when her hand was ejected from the abdomen, blood spilled out like a waterfall.
”H-How could you...Kill me...I'm everything you wish to be and more.” She muttered, finding it difficult to speak what with all the blood she was puking up.
“Because you made a mistake. You let yourself be blinded by my mistakes.”
”But those things never happened to me! I didn't kill my parents, or Dusk! I gave Murasaki the affection he deserves!”” She yelled out, followed by a coughing fit.
“Yes, but you were too afraid to understand the mistakes could have happened to you. Too scared leave your perfect life.” Amber replied, kneeling next to her opponent's body.
“You-! ...You're right...The horror of knowing that my life could have been so much different left me blind to what truly matters. Our own mistakes are what fuels us Amber. Let’s never forget why we fight.” The illusion struggled to say. She reached out, arms shaking, and grabbed hold of Amber who responded by putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Our friends need us. We have to protect them.” The two spoke simultaneously in sync. “Especially Murasaki.”
”I'm not the only thing barring your way out Amber. You defeating me was only half the battle. Now you have to go.”
“Go where? I thought you were all that’s here.”
“No. When I die, a door will appear. Behind this door is our greatest fear. You have to face Murasaki.”
“No...are you serious?” The illusion only replied with a simple nod. Amber remained still and quiet for a second, not understanding her own feelings. “Fuck. This is not going to be fun.”
”Don't worry. You can do it, Amber. I know. Now go, and don't ever forget...don't forget…” The blood loss had finally caught up, and the illusion disappeared, along with her blood.
Moments later a door appeared a few meters from Amber. She slowly stood and stared at this door. If she could get out without going through there she would. Albeit she did not have much choice. The faunus approach the door and hesitantly opened it, being blinded by a horribly bright light as she walked through. This would be the only enemy she could not engage with her blade.
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"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