CBLT: Huntsmen in Training

Chapter 8: Academy Days

A blue line streaks through the air from Bianca's rifle. She jumps back as the axe blade plunges into the ground where she was standing. Her sniper hums with electricity as she fires off another round that blades into Malak's shoulder. He shrugs it off and gives her a crazed grin, ripping his two-handed polearm from the ground he lunges to close the distance. Bianca breaks into a series of flips dodging his attacks backwards, but her back crashes into the wall behind her. Malak lunges again crashing his axe blade down onto her. Electricity surges along her sniper's barrel. She swings the long barrel around to shield her just in time with the heavy blade slamming into the barrel. Malak bears down onto her pushing her further into the wall. His superior physique working to his favor. Rail lines appear below her feet as Bianca slides out to the side. Leaving the axe to crash into the wall.

She spins the rifle around her forearm slamming the barrel into his side, he yells in pain as lightning arcs into him from the barrel. She pulls away and swings again at his head. He lashes out and knocks the barrel away. He rips out the axe again and swings it around in a wide arc causing her to back-step. A ripple of red energy bursts from the head of the pole blasting into her. Bianca and Malak are sent flying away from each other. Malak slams crashes high into the back wall with his axe burying into the surface. He pulls the trigger again, a ripple of red energy blasts from the shaft of his weapon. He rockets towards her and slams the axe down into her, the impact shatters her aura and craters the wall and ground around her. She collapses onto the ground and Malak stands victorious.

The intercom buzzes to life, "good display students, the ability to adapt during a fight is a huntsmen's greatest tool. That said, Malak you acted too aggressive and took unnecessary damage you need to defend more. Ms. Carbine, your close combat skills are lacking. At this rate a simple beowolf could take you down at close range. Collect yourselves and return to the viewing room." Moranda commands.

The two exit the training room. The numerous grid blocks collapse into the ground creating a flat open floor once more. They return to the viewing room from above the training room with the rest of the students of the class. Tanaka pats Bianca's back while Cherry gives Malak a high-five. "With Professor Morse currently on a trip, that leaves me to properly teach you future huntsmen before the mad man throws out proper instruction and leaves you running drills every day. Now then, next on the chopping block is something special I've been waiting for. Mr. and Ms. Frost, you're up." Cobalt avoids his sister drilling daggers into the side of his head, instead leaving at Moranda's command to change out of uniform.

They enter from separate ends of the training room stepping into the center area. A perimeter set to create a close spaced fighting arena. Alice stood poised while Cobalt lazy bounces his pressure from foot to foot occasionally. A mostly white with sky blue accents kimono hangs loosely around her. Short silver hair sways with every step. Carrying short spear roughly her height, the blade at the end extends along the shaft with a single edge giving it the appearance of a spear glaive hybrid weapon. Deep blue eyes sink into each other, only the sound of the rising segmented blocks battled the silence around them.

"Begin!"

Cobalt sighs. His eyes flash towards his sister. He snaps the black pistol out and fires furiously at her. She spins the spear deflecting the dust rounds. Cobalt's pistol shifts its metal and a black sword springs out. Alice kicks off, skating across the ground and thrusts the spear straight at him. The blades grind against each other. Electricity flashes along the spear head. Cobalt breaks away from the lightning. She advances with endless thrusts. He sidesteps repeatedly from her. He snaps the silver pistol towards her and fires a volley of dust rounds into her stomach. She jumps back and spins the spear above her head. The metal shaft flips outward with the movement, extending into a second bladed end. The ten-foot spear carves the ground with its second blade. Cobalt ducks below for several rotations. She spins around once more; the metal loosens with the folded edge breaking away. A chain whips out from the break sending the second blade flying.