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Open | Training Monta--is that a clone?

🧙 WHO: Homura and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Training, Questing, and Fighting a doppleganger
🕒 WHEN: All of April
🗺️ WHERE: All over the place
⚠️ WARNINGS: cw: blood and fighting in doppleganger fight

Training Grounds:

With the job fair over (and back to fighting shape), Homura was once again back to training. Fire seemed to be good enough for her usual stuff. Always room to improve of course. But after a certain fight with a blonde swordsman, she needed to keep up with certain elements. Ice could wait. The wind needed to bend to her call. Which is why against a set of dolls, one would find her bouncing about in rapid succession, using the wind to grant boosts of speed.

It wasn't just about hitting the dolls though. Some were close together, weapons even stuck onto them. The idea was more than simply offense. She wanted to move like she used to, really catch her foes off guard and take advantage of weaknesses in their guard. Surprisingly, even as the dolls shook and nearly fell, Homura still moved rather gracefully. By the time she landed, there was really only a few scratches on her arms. Light sure, but she sighed, turning around.

"Alright, gotta do this again. Tsumuji, make it harder!"

The snake appeared from the middle of the dolls, hissing and tilting her head. Homura just sighed. "No, I haven't lost a lot of blood this time. I know when to train with it."

No repeats of that particular incident. Ever.

Skating in the rain:

April being April, some training days had to be adjusted. Like hell it would stop Homura though. In fact, this helped give her an idea. If one headed outside, they could find Homura actually using the ice to slide across the ground. Tempting as it was to do this in the town, maybe give her blood magic some training too, well puddles were a thing. Besides, some private training worked better. She sadly couldn't do what Yumi did, just generating ice to move on without moving her legs. Instead, she literally formed skates, ice briefly forming for a split second to help kick off the ground. She seemed to be doing rather well over the few days, skating with the utmost of ease through forests and other terrain, making sharp corners and improving her reaction speed.

Though with all these trees...well who was to say someone would suddenly appear when she least wanted them to?

Fake Homura - locked to

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Having been touched by the vines and escaping, Homura thought nothing really bad would happen. That was until she saw herself in the city just walking around. By the time the two locked eyes, the clone giving a cruel, twisted smile. A fight broke out not long afterwards, the two bouncing around, using their learned magic against each other to score some good hits in. Their fight dragged outside the city, the real Homura trying and succeeding in luring the fake away.

However, the fake just smirked. "Not a bad plan. I can't make you weak in the knees with your messed up morality. But no one's around to hold your hand either."

The real Homura smirked right back. "Come on, you're supposed to be me! You know I don't like sharing the fun in a personal fight!"

The doppleganger chuckled, rising into a bit of laughter. "Oh, you think we're exactly the same? No, I'm better. I'm stronger. And best of all..." She holds out a familiar nodachi with a red sheathe. "I'm worthy!"

Homura turned pale, watching as the clone easily drew Engetsuka from it's sheathe. All this time, she couldn't draw it. Yet this being--no, it's just a fake, like all those other swords. The real Engetsuka was on her back after all. Not like this clone could transform--

And she was proven wrong, fire furiously erupting around the doppleganger. By the time it was done, all of the flames focused back onto the sword. Fake or not, this clone was harnessing a great amount of magic. And with a swing of the fake sword, Homura was blasted away by a blade beam of fire, rolling on the ground and clutching her chest. Slowly, she rose back up while growling, glaring at the fake. May not have been the real deal, but that still hurt a lot. Even faster than she expected. Yet nothing did as much damage as the mockery of this image. Some murderous fake wielding a sword, one which could only be drawn when she realized what she wanted to fight for. Took her back to the days she thought her friends were presumed gone, dead because of some asshole she followed.

And she never felt more pissed off while in this world.

[ooc: if you wish for Homura to partake in a quest with your character, or something else entirely, feel free to contact me through PMs or through Plurk.]

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At this point, all Ken could do was try his best to make sure that there wasn't a clone of himself around the area. Ever since he heard there were doppelgangers, the last thing he wanted was to fight against himself once more. Trying his best to scan the place to see if there was anyone who needed help, that's when he heard a familiar voice nearby.

Looking from a distance, he recognized the girl from before. "Hey, isn't that...?" He mumbled to himself before his grip tighten around his spear. Although, before he could do anything, that's when Koromaru ran forward before attempting to headbutt the clone on the legs. Hoping that the clone would stumble, that's when he started barking before Ken threw his spear at her.

Maybe that way, the real Homura could make her move. "Homura-san!" He shouted before making his way toward the both of them.

The clone raised a brow at the sudden distraction, and catches the spear just as it nearly pierced her chest. Flipping it around, she pointed it at Koromaru with a frown. "A pity. I really liked dogs too--"

Propelled by wind magic, Homura managed to get in a good punch against her clone, knocking her back a decent distance. The spear dropped, she picked it up and threw it back at Ken from the side to take it back. Rather than looking happy, she seemed more pissed off.

"Get yourself and your dog out of here, right now! She's too dangerous for you!"

The fake suddenly dashed in, forcing Homura to bring her swords back up. The sheer strength though pushed the real Homura back, the sheer heat making things hard to breath. Yet escape was hard with how much pressure was being applied, knees nearly buckling. She assumed this fake was funneling all her magic into the sword, her own fire magic being overpowered at this rate.

Meanwhile, Koromaru continued to growl at the clone before attempting to leap forward. Hoping to headbutt her leg once more, he hoped it would provide enough time for both Ken and the real Homura to attack the clone.

At the same time, as Ken caught the spear, he shook his head. While he knew it was dangerous, it seemed to be too late for him to back down. "What about you? Don't think you think you might need a helping hand?" He said before looking around for any creatures nearby that could help.

Giving a whistle, he managed to get some rabbit nearby. As copied Koromaru's actions, they were hoping to distract the clone before Ken ran from behind. Knowing that he couldn't overpower her, he needed some time to figure out how to transform into an animal and fast.

The fakeHomura noticed the dog this time, backing off and ready to swiftly strike at Koromaru. The blur that was Homura however picked up the dog and fled the brief area, the flaming sword hitting nothing. Sighing, the fake conjured a fireball, throwing and hitting her counterpart, forcing Homura back onto the ground and grunting in pain, even letting go of the dog.

That hurt a lot more than she figured it would, still feeling the flames poke and stab at her back. Regardless of the limited magic she used, her foe had perfect control of fire so long as she held onto the fake Engetsuka. Had to think of a plan to end this.

The distraction of the rabbits helped in getting Homura the time she needed to rise back up. Though the clone already seemed to get the picture, jumping back and spinning around, intending to slam the burning blade onto Ken from above.

"That trick only works so many damn times!"

This fake was a lot more difficult than he thought as he backed away from her. As he saw Homura and Koromaru being hit, he needed to act quickly. He didn't want to show it but there was a hint of panic written on his face as he was trying to transform himself into a bear. However, he needed some time for him to do such a thing.

Although with the burning blade from up above, he didn't have time to think about anything. Realizing that there wasn't much else he could do, he placed his spear sideways up in the air in hopes that he would be able to withstand some of the force.

He might be badly injured from this but he already knew what he was getting himself into.

The faker applied more pressure onto the hold for a few more seconds, intending to knock Ken on his knees. All before suddenly raising the blade, intending for the killing blow. "Don't worry. I can at least offer you a quick death for fighting so well."

A familiar scene played out in Homura's head as she watched Ken struggle, that of a outmatched warrior going against a monster. Regardless of Homura's insistence on running, the other girl wouldn't. And in the end, she was struck down so casually, with no remorse, all to his grin. Now someone was taking a copy of her sword, and about to strike down a kid. Everything felt like it was in slow-motion, watching the blade rise into the air. There was only one thing Homura could do.

She used the strongest of winds she could to push forward, intending to knock Ken back, give him some room to dodge. Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough to dodge the blow herself. The searing edge of the fake Engetsuka cut against her back, eyes widening at the heat and sharpness of the blow. The real Homura fell down to her knees before suddenly falling onto the ground on her stomach, seemingly no life behind those eyes, not helped with a burnt back with a large gash on it.

The clone however didn't look happy, sighing. "I wanted to win, but shit like this takes the fun out the fight. So if you are me, get your ass back the hell up!"

She prepared to kick the already down Homura now, raising her foot and even lighting it on fire to do so.

Closing his eyes, he was bracing himself for whatever pain may come his way. As he was expecting the worst, he wondered if he made the right decision to fight regardless if he had any power. Although, that didn't seem to be the case the moment he felt the impact of something pushing him to the right.

Wincing from the pain, he got to his knees when he realized what had happened. As he widen his eyes, he found himself in shock. Did Homura just do what he thought she just did? Suddenly, the image of a certain someone flashed into his mind. To think, he was powerless once again to do anything as he saw the clone getting ready to attack.

"Homura-san!" He shouted before attempting to jump forward to the clone. At this point, he knew that he should be thinking with his head but he wasn't. In a fit of rage, he gave out a loud growl before transforming into a lion. Once he did so, he tried to jump on her in hopes of tackling the clone to the ground.

The clone raised an eyebrow at the roar, turning around just in time to have Ken tackle her. Not having dealt with beast transformations, the fake struggled, the duplicate of Engetsuka knocked to the side. Yet her hands began to glow with fire, trying to burn and push Ken back. Seemed like the only option as her magic was getting lower.

"About time you at least got serious! Now bring it on!"

Meanwhile, the real Homura, though stunned from the pain, slowly twitched, the blood once pouring from the wound solidifying.

Ken wasn't paying attention to the fire. All he wanted to do was to defeat the clone in hopes that she wouldn't do any further damage. Although, once he felt the fire, he winced from the pain before jumping backwards. That was when Koromaru decided that he needed to take action. As he was trying to bite her leg, it provided enough time for Ken to walk over to the real Homura.

"Are you alright?" He said trying not to let the pain from his injury show. Looking at the ground, he couldn't help but give her a worried look.

"We need to leave at once if this is too much!"

The fake Homura yelped in pain, trying to shake the tough dog away. By the time she saw Ken leaping away and going to Homura, she finally snapped, kicking Koromaru away harshly and throwing a large blast of fire.

By the time Homura's senses returned, lifting her head at Ken's voice, eyes widened at the flames heading their way. From one hell to another. "LOOK OUT!"

Jade has become something of a regular here at the training grounds, and while she hadn't come here today with the intent of spectating, she doesn't have it in her to either interrupt or simply walk past what she arrives to find. She watches Homura's routine with interest, arms folded as she does so, but it isn't until the other young woman comes to a stop and addresses the snake in the middle of the dummies that she raises an eyebrow and actually speaks up.

"Is that snake your training partner?"

No shade here, only honest curiosity. She knows plenty of people here can talk to animals, but this isn't quite what she'd envisioned.

Before Homura could push herself off the ground, she stops, spotting the source of the voice. Not the first time someone talked to her out of curiosity, if nothing else. She did nod at Jade's assumption, with even the brown snake waving its tail at the woman.

"Kinda, yeah. Tsumuji is my familiar and I don't have many people on call to train with."

Everyone seemed far more busy than her, trying to live a new life and whatnot. Homura on the other hand lived for only two things: fighting and making money, which usually involved fighting anyway.

She nods in confirmation, arms folded in front of her. Clever use of a familiar, really.

"I suppose a familiar would be especially useful in situations like these. Seeing as they're linked to us, they must have a better idea of what we might benefit from than most." Her own familiar, Bella, has little to no interest in such things, unfortunately, though they have plenty of other interests in common.

"It seems to be working well for you."

"Back in my world, we usually form a link with a special animal. Not all of us can summon one. I guess Tsumuji would be mine if I ever learned the art."

Learning though was difficult depending on the fighting style. Summoning alone would leave the person vulnerable. Hanzo seemed to balance it out somewhat better than most schools, but their win-lose ratio spoke for itself. Asuka and Yumi even seemed to abandon the idea.

Oh right, intros. Kept forgetting those.

"Anyway, name's Homura. What's yours?"

"Jade. You spend a lot of time here, I take it?"

She seems to be quite at ease within the training grounds, at least.

"I'm here most days, I'm surprised we haven't run into one another before now." Perhaps she had simply been too preoccupied with her own training to notice, but it's good to see other people putting the facility to use. Resources are not to be squandered, and Jade has always been dedicated to daily training.

"Pretty much. I
spend a lot of my time here and outside to regain my old power."

Which was easier said than done.

"I guess since I mostly keep to myself, we never really talked until now."

"Nice to see someone else taking such things seriously. Learning to make good use of our magic is important, but there's no reason to let existing skills get rusty."

Magic may have plenty of utility, but she still wants to be able to hold her own with or without a weapon if it comes down to it.

"What are you working on?"

"Trying to get better with wind magic to boost my mobility in tighter spots. Training ground doesn't have anything like back home, so this was the only thing I could think of."

Apart from throwing herself headfirst into danger, which would normally not be much, but well, still needed to fine-tune these abilities.

"I'd offer some help in building better training areas, but I'm not nearly rich enough to fund that shit. That and it's more Haruka's specialty with building stuff."

"Equipment can certainly be helpful, but I've found you can train effectively wherever you find yourself so long as you're resourceful. I don't know of anyone who has the money on-hand to fund something more elaborate than this." She gestures broadly, taking a brief look at their surroundings. They've become familiar to her over the past weeks, but they are a little bare. Not much of a problem for her, considering how often she made due with nothing at all while on the road, but she can see where some might desire improvement.

"What sort of changes were you thinking? You might be able to supplement what your routine currently lacks in another way."

"Only one kinda training seems to be the most consistent for me."

Saying that, she gets into a stance, feet spread as one arm stretched out, the other fist closed and by her side. The aura of fire radiated around her, rising just as she smirked.

"So how about it? When I know there's someone strong around, I can't help but wanna take them on!"

"Starting to see why some people complain about these."

Homura had expected something a bit more...well something a little easier on the nose. Maybe one could find the benefit from less blood in the air, though no doubt this place carried it given the monsters. Speaking of blood, even sensing other monsters had been difficult here. Just had to rely on the regular senses, see and hear what moved in the shadows. Speaking of which--

"Might wanna step back."

Homura sensed it right there, stepping forward and stabbing the ceiling. The rather large roach that was crawling ceased its movement, leaving Homura to pull it back to her level, and swiftly sliced it up with her free sword. By the time there were bug chunks on the ground, she looked back at her teammate.

"You're not squeamish around bugs, are you? Forgot to ask."

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The air in the labyrinth was definitely off-putting. It reeked of blood grime, and refuse alike, and Ochako's nose wrinkled the further in she went with her, erm...'partner'. The darker haired girl sure was triggerhappy, and while Ochako could hold her own against the monsters, no problem - she was loaning out an impressively large hammer, able to lift and swing it without issue by means of her kinetic magic acting almost like her quirk. The object would glow slightly, along with her fingertips, and she could lift it like it were nothing. Best of all? No puke. :|b

Just as she's about to round on whatever is behind her, sensing the presence there as well, it's done and dead and squelching loudly and twitching its many legs and hissing and ohgodwhatisthatyellowpussoozingout--

"Hrrmp--!"

Ochako smack her hands over her mouth, feeling something sour race to the back of her throat suddenly, but she forces it back down. So much for no puke.

...That was a yes. Probably should have asked this before even entering this area really. With a wave of her hand, she used the wind magic to push the remains elsewhere. Literally anywhere else to try and not have her partner add to the decor of this place.

"Okay, making a note of that... My bad." Though just how many large bugs were there in this place?

Listen, Ochako is just a wee sixteen year old girl. She can deal with blood and a bit of gore - that shit is the norm in her line of work back home - but there's some things her stomach simply can't handle. Bug guts and oozing being one of them. Plus, it kind of...smells. Bad. At the least the wind magic makes the odor go away, or is blown a different direction, and Ochako rubs her tummy gently.

"S-Sorry, I'm usually better at holding it back but...urgh, that was really gross. I don't like bugs, let alone big bugs!" After what Kouda did to Present Mic? Ochako has reason to be afraid of them. That shit her poor sensei endured was the thing of nightmares. "I-I can still squash them, though!!"

Even in her own world, she wouldn't doubt some of her fellow shinobi just didn't like such large creatures. Hard to call out who specifically though. All she knew was Asuka once hating frogs despite being able to summon a giant one. At least this slightly younger girl was still brave enough to face these things. That she could admire.

"Alright, but if you see anymore, just tell me and I'll chop and burn them up." Just because she admired the bravery didn't mean she fully grasped the context of phrasing. "You'll at least be good around the slimes and whatever else is here, right? Just wanna make sure."

Before she accidentally propped it up on her sword for Uraka to see, again. Then again, not like ghosts really existed in this world to truly cause panic.

....right?

Bugs are one thing. Ochako, despite being scared of them, knows that she still has relative sway over disposing of them as needed. She can very much wail on them with a shoe or any other heavy object, easily. Plus, there are a few individuals, even Pro Heroes, who have quirks that are very insect-like. Ghost though? Ghosts are another story entirely. Ochako can't punch or squish ghosts.

Which are very much real in this world, and Ochako is never, ever, setting foot into Loch Manor ever, ever again.

Ah, but...woof, that phrasing. A bit on the condescending side, though the brunette kind of gets it. She's not exactly shown herself to be a tough warrior just now or anything. But, she huffs a bit, indignantly puffing up her pink cheeks. "I-I can still fight!! They're just icky, and I don't like how they crunch, but I can fight whatever's in here - not just the slimes!"

Even if the slimes would be easier for her. "If the request asks for extermination of whatever's in here, I'm going to follow through with it!! That's the duty of a hero."

Sounded determined at least, though the last bit made Homura raise an eyebrow at the last bit. In her gray world, hearing the word hero sounded quite odd to her. Some shinobi like Yumi fought for "justice" yet it always seemed more about their own path over being anything heroic or noble. Not to say her allies had been cold-hearted villains.

"What do you mean by hero?" Homura's curiosity was getting the better of her now.

Man, going through the spiel so often is a little tiring, and Ochako sighs a little bit, but shakes her head and just swallows her pride a bit. It's still not easy for her to really get over that no one really knows or understands the concept of being a hero in this world, considering how it's so abundant in hers. It's basically been ingrained into society for decades now.

"Superhero. People back in my world are born with or develop quirks - superpowers or metahuman abilities - that allow them to do what was once thought impossible. Because of that, becoming a professional hero, or Pro Hero, became more an occupation than something people just read about in comics and stuff."

There's a whole hell of a lot more to it than just that, but that's the gist, basically. Ochako would explain more, but she can hear something coming from up ahead, and readies her hammer, swinging it hard as a glob of slime falls toward her and Homura from the ceiling. It squishes and splatters disgustingly, and Ochako wrinkles her nose with a frown. Gross...

Homura kinda got it. A world of heroes sounded ridiculous, but one would say the same thing about shinobi. Those with power and access to it would want to expand and control. It's why in her world, there were so many different academies, yet all could be categorized under "good" and "evil." Consider her curiosity peaked.

Though discussion seemed to be cut as the slimes started to swarm the area. Action, good! As Uraka slammed one dead, Homura ran forward, jumping and spinning her body with both swords out. Each slime she dance through was sliced up, the good decorating the walls as she struck them. Three down so far. Though more began to surround her.

"Kinda sounds like my world, though we gotta stick to shadows," Homura spoke during the fight, slicing through one and getting out of the circle of monsters. As she fled a bit away, she launched a beam of fire, cutting off the group of slime from advancing. "Not really sure you could call us heroes though. Situation is a bit more complicated."

Especially as she didn't side with the "good" and "evil" within her world.

Academies of course existed for heroes as well - heck she attends the very best hero academy back home - but not everyone actually opted to become a hero...despite most everyone having a quirk. Some would go on to become regular law enforcement, military, or even things like idols and actors. And, of course, teachers. The Pros back home were also her teachers, so they had not one, but two jobs to do. Hell, Present Mic had three with his DJing and radio show... How he kept his energy up is beyond her, really.

But a conversation the two will have once this is all over, indeed. There were so many of these things now that holding a conversation was a bit difficult. Ochako huffed, noticing just how many were converging on her, and pivoted herself on her heel, spinning around like a top while smashing the group coming at her. Still, though, there seemed like there was no end to them and--

"W-Wait!!" Flexing her legs, Ochako jumped up and began to float in the air, to get a bit of a vantage point and avoid most of these slimes. She also wanted to see--...yes. Her hunch was right. "Don't cut them!! They're just multiplying from the pieces!!!"

It's like cutting into jello. One then makes two, and so on, like pieces. It looked like they need to be crushed or...that. Burned. Burning definitely seems effective, though Ochako's not exactly keen on starting fires in a library. Though...that does give her an idea! Holding out her hand, the tips of her fingers glow a soft pink, and five large and heavy books begin to glow as well, jiggling from their places on the shelves before launching themselves at more of the slimes, smashing into them and splattering their sludge all over the cover and binding. Ew...hopefully that'll not destroy the books, erm...

"Be careful not to set the books on fire, it'd be real bad if this place fills with smoke!"

She was about to voice her disappointment in a lack of a talk. Always seemed time for one back home. Until she noticed how the numbers were...increasing? How? No new ones were coming into range just yet. At Ochako's words though, she stopped mid-swing, jumping back to regain some distance. Okay, new plan. So much for being the super weak types like in those games Mirai plays.

She sheathed her swords, left to just punch slimes as her hands ignited with flames. Not much of a choice. Even if she ignited the swords, burning the area or causing more slimes to form would be a problem. Unfortunately, it was a risk she couldn't quite afford. Though she had to admit, didn't expect flying dictionaries or the like to beat them all up; she assumed it was that kind of book anyway.

Seeing her plan though, Homura nodded. Time to try a new plan. If she couldn't cut, she'd just have to pierce right through! Hands ignited with more flames, though the fanning flames calmed down, focusing, almost as if forming a gauntlet on each arm. Had only down this a handful of times before, but never in the coming plan. She set her idea into motion, dashing over to the remaining slimes and punching into them. Yet as she let go, fire from the improvised claws remained inside of the creatures, suddenly eating them from the inside out. They writhed pathetically before melting, burning from the concentrated spell, all before ceasing motions, dying just as the flames died down.

She turned on her heel, arms extended on both sides ready to tackle anymore coming their way. "Think we got a decent game-plan here. You smash, I pierce and burn, and we'll be done in no time!"

Might have to clean those books later though...

Oh...now that is a move Ochako snaps a mental picture of. Using her martial arts in conjunction with her elemental magic (if it reacted correctly) would give her quite the boost indeed. She files the technique away in her mind, to try and mimic later, and instead focuses on the task at hand. Now that they have an actual game-plan in place, they can implement it properly. The fire especially seemed to do the trick, the slimes boiling and bubbling away as their goopy bodies sizzled and burst from the heat searing their insides. It left the area smelling sickly sweet, but tinged with a sour odor at the end...gross. Like grilling a whole bag of sour candy.

"Sounds good to me!! I'll try to group them together so you can incinerate them! I don't trust my fire to not go crazy in here if I use it!"

And flicking her wrists, arms waving like a conductor at an orchestra, objects lifting up all around them and flying out towards the slimes. She's avoiding using books now, instead going for furniture like chairs, tables, and benches to try and corral the monsters into a closed space.

Her training left her little option. Some in her world preferred using elemental long-range moves, but Homura liked to close the distance, to make the battles far more exciting. That and it’s what she was initially trained in. Even if her strength had been toned down, she was hardly giving up fighting her own way. Not even as the slime count seemed to be increasing. The more that came, Homura flipped and jumped out of the way. With their range of movement limited by Ochako’s own magical symphony, the outcome seemed inevitable.

At least until Homura noticed something. They were now grouping up, seemingly fusing, making it harder to get her hands out of each slime she pierced. Even the dying ones seemed to retreat to the giant forming slime, as if trying to give the last of their power to the now grouped up mess. Her blows had only made it out to be uglier, like jello being left to rot. Still, everything was just becoming a single, big target. One with an ever growing-range as it was now trying to consume Homura, slowly hovering over to close off any chance of retreat..

Yet she just smirked. “Alright, keep them pinned down with anything you got besides books! I have another idea.”

Though she was gonna badly need a shower after this...

Ochako's used plenty of things to beat villains with - cement blocks and columns used for construction, boulders, a vending machine once...but she can't say she ever used furniture before. With all the objects she was moving around, as well as her hammer, the area around them was really becoming one heaping mess. The slimes were really giving it their all to surround the two girls, but their teamwork was impeccable once they got a good game plan going, and truly got into the rhythm.

Perhaps that's why they were getting desperate. Ochako sees the slimes retreating, and for a moment she thinks maybe they've won, but no...no. This wasn't a retreat. This was a tactical formation. Like a receding wave forming a massive tsunami, the girl feels a chill prickle at her skin, and her assumption was correct - the slimes bulked up together, creating a large and powerful slime to try and overpower and engulf them completely. Stronger together, huh? Not a bad strategy at all, and one Ochako employs often with her teammates.

"Just be careful!! I think if you let that stuff stay on you too long, it starts to burn!" Like acid. She's already seeing parts of wood and the stone around them distort where spattering of goop touched it...she can only imagine what being trapped inside that thing could do if one was inside it too long. But maybe-- "Now that it's larger, I may be able to hit it with my fire, too!! If you need it, we can combine our magic together!"

Wasn't that a thing? Two magic users resonating together when using their magic to create a powerful combined spell? Ochako is sure she'd heard that somewhere before, but, uh...it may have been in her magical girl animes and mangas, h-honestly...

She takes notice of the eating the slime was doing. Well, not much other choice for a slime. Thankfully the fire prevented most of the devouring, though her skin was feeling more sensitive. Maybe being softened up? Either way, without full power, they weren't getting out of her.

"Do it! It wants to take a bit out of us, we'll bite back with hellfire!"

As the slimes began to surround her, her entire body ignited with fierce flames. Such fearsome fire harmed the large creature, and she felt the hot slime touching her skin, she merely burned hotter. Any pain just motivated the shinobi to try harder to destroy this thing. She wasn't just relying on the aura, as her fists rapidly punched the body with those burning claws, sending even more flames coursing through the body.

At least she could ignore the bad smell, for now.

"You guys might have a big appetite, but you screwed up trying to outeat me!"

Ochako really, really doesn't enjoy that her partner here is going head to head with that slime. She can smell burning and it most certain rings with more than just a sickly sweet, acris odor. There's burning flesh in there, too, and she knows she's got to turn the tides of this battle quickly. Fire in a library really isn't a good idea, either, and Ochako bites her bottom lip before deciding there's nothing more to do than to go for it. If she has to, she can probably kill the oxygen in the room for a moment to snuff the flames if it really gets crazy.

Taking in a deep breath, Ochako squeezes her eyes shut and mutters to herself, mentally. A prayer and a plea to her familiar, wherever the white dire wolf may be. Aludra-san, please. I really, really need you to cooperate. I want to beat this thing fast, it's hurting my companion, but I don't want to burn the books, either. Please... No sooner than she finishes her thoughts do Ochako's fingertips glow red hot before a two balls of fire burst to life in Ochako's hands and she jolts a bit before tossing them each at the slime to further damage it.

"Just a bit more!! Don't let up!"

Fortunately, Homura seemed to be keeping it at bay long enough for Ochako. The punches weren't random. As much as the contact began to hurt her skin, she had left little gifts for her foe. Against a normal foe, they'd only be a distraction. Against this thing...well still a distraction, but it'd give her the opening she needed. Just as the last punch was delivered, all the fire she helped spread went off, popping off rapidly in the slime, ceasing it's advances for but a few seconds. All the time she needed though to fully reignite her hands, and push forward.

As she did so, Ochako's own fire struck the other end. The weakened sides were just what Homura needed, growling as she started to raise and lower each hand to the cieling and floor, directing the flow. Their combined forced shined and burned into the slime creature, and now at opposing ends, regeneration was much harder. The fire flowed into the center, all until the creature moved forward and...collapsed into goo. Melted goo that unfortunately landed on Homura. Hey, at least this barely burned as much as before.

She sighed, yet still smiled. "Okay, I think, unless this thing has some auto-revive bullcrap, we did it!"

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Open | Training Monta--is that a clone?

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cw: blood and burns

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training grounds

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The Labyrinth - locked to Ochako

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Oh god I remember that episode of MHA and am laughing my ass off XD

IT'S ONE OF MY FAVS.

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