Training Room 10: The halls of danger

Giovanni Carter

Giovanni Carter

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The crimson aura of the dragoon was flaring around Giovanni as he exited room number nine, where he only seemed to face a man of madness. Such a waste of time, he had thought when he went inside to discover the male within a few minutes ago. But with nothing else to do, he seemed to make his way just one room over to number ten. He had quite a schedule planned apparently with these training matches. And it was only a matter of time until he got a match that put up one heck of a fight like that Gwendalin girl again.


"Grrr.... I need more.... More matches. More fights. I don't want to lose this. More practice...." He seemed to growl feral as he slammed open the door to room number ten and walked within. Emerald translucent eyes flared with their color as he looked about the room. He was in a bloodlust of sorts right now. A perfect mood to fight and maybe hurt someone. But as he gazed around this room, he noted that there was absolutely nothing inside this room. No weapons, no stands. Was this a hand-to-hand room? The only one he had seen currently.


"Oh? Well, lucky me," Giovanni growled when he knelt down and turned in a counterclockwise motion. Sticking his left leg out for the motion of a sweep before planting to foot and thus transferring the axis toward it, allowing him to then pull out his body for a kick forward. A fluid motion this was, and a rather quick motion as two hands then made for an X chop before him. A masterful double strike following with a jump to execute into a backflip to the edge of the fighting mat in the center of this 15'x15' room.


"Hmmm..... Now I need a test dummy."
 
The doors of the room flew open, unvieling a very ticked off telepath. "This isn't the bathroom." he observed, stepping forth and onto the mat.


This room had no weapons, just the esscence of rage that was almost tangible. Evan approached an odd man, practising fighting moves and stances. "Umm...can I help you?" Evan asked in an awkward fashion.
 
Giovanni had stopped his entire dance of sorts when he heard the male's voice. So someone had stepped into the web... As he let down his leg and stood with his back to the man, he seemed to look up towards the ceiling before answering. "Yes. Yes you can. By staying still!"


The words were a growl as he then executed a twist of his body counterclockwise for a roundhouse kick. The ball of his heel now being the blunt object he was surely using to aim at the newbie's cheek.
 
Evan side stepped the attack, raising his hands in defense. "Hey, dude. I'm warning you...you do not want to piss me off with shoddy sportsmanship." He said, his eyes fading into their full white glow. "Play fair." he told the weirdo, pushing at him with mere thought. The guy was way too odd for Evan's tastes and he hoped the guy would get spooked and leave.
 
Giovanni noted the odd eye color of the guy change. So he wanted to play powers, huh? Gio would happily comply with it. And so as he noted the push of his body away from the newcomer, the Wickerolan then pushed his hand behind his back almost in a tossing manner. Why would someone do such a thing? It was then that a small ball of what appeared to be flames shot toward the leg area of the new guy. A simple tactic, and one to see how he reacted. Even as he was shot off to the side, he attempted to try and steady himself to watch how the newbie moved.


"Heh. Damn psychotic paths."
 
"Okay, now I'm pissed."


Rather than dodging the attack, Evan absorbed the thrust of fire withe his own psionic flame. He whirled around and threw it back at the man in ten-fold.


"All I want to know is where the bathroom is located!" he screamed out, causing windows to break. He levitated in the air, which smoldered with the Force of the Phoenix.


Evan noted that this wasn't an actual battle and settled down a bit. He didn't want another person's blood on his hands--yet.
 
This one had a very nice temper. And that was fine with the dragoon. The fire was nothing to Gio as it dissipated just a few feet from his person. Such a child's play act really with his pyrokinesis. And the scream was a bit of a pain to him. A look in his emerald eyes showed he was enjoying this little battle, even if it wasn't very interactive yet. But as he heard the exclamation about the bathroom, Gio couldn't help but to let a little bit of comedic relief hit them both while pointing to the door.


"Yo. The bathroom is on down the hall. Third door on the right. Now you plan to just go and go, or you gonna come back so I can wreck you?"
 
"Im gonna go...but before I do..."


Evan waved his hand, feeling every thread of the garb his opponent wore. When he got to the parts that held them together, he pulled briskly. The clothes unraveled quickly, falling to bits as the Avatar walked turned away.


"You should really think a little less loudly." Evan called out while walking away. "Baring yourself to an opponent who can hear your every whim can prove quite embarrasing…" he trailed off in a chuckle.
 
Well, this was awkward. With the unraveling of Giovanni clothes, now falling to a heap now on the floor, he looked down to them and shook his head. If he didn't know any better, he would thought that this man was trying to flirt with him. But this was probably just a joke. Too bad for the newbie, Gio had no shame. Simply gathering up the clothes again, he looked to the door with narrowed eyes. This one was dangerous indeed... But now he pulled one of the only triggers that was never to be pushed. He messed with Giovanni's custom made leather pants and sleeveless shirt.


The memories flooded back to him of the battle outfit that he was wearing a few seconds ago. There was nothing funny here. And there was about to be bloodshed for this. Retribution. "Bastard.... That was a step too far," Growled out a demonic undertone in the Wickerolan's voice. The air around the room heated tremendously with the energy and anger of the dragonic king. Memories of the people whom had fashioned these clothes, and their memories as they were slain now. Smiles, frowns, blood, sweat and tears. Frustration and depression. These were not normal clothes, they were special for abilities. And now they were gone.


"I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!" He screamed out as he rushed to the door, breaking it off of its hinges to bash the wall on the other side. The animal was out now, releasing the pressure now into the hallway with a singing heat. An angered dragoon was a dangerous one. And now midnight black pools were aimed straight to the culprit of the crimes of destroying history and memories.
 
Evan didn't expect a naked man to chase him through the corridors of this facility. That was exactly the reason why he pulled that move--to avoid confrontation. Evan was catious about using his power, for there was achance he could always lose himself. But, as the rage incuced man charged toward him, the look in his eye gave him no choice. Evan embraced the Force, allowing it to take over. It lifted the man, by means of telekinetic levitation. "You wish to be fought this badly over a simple garment? So be it." It bellowed, tossing the man down toward the floor. A flash of psionic flame revealed the symbol of it's namesake, a bird of fire with Evan at its heart.
 
Giovanni was a strong man. And it had shown in his strength that he showed when he was inside the small room before. But it had dampened his powers. Now? All hell was breaking loose. The full strength of Giovanni Carter showed as he broke through the psionics like it was simply a net upon him. This was a strong mind, hellbent on revenge for the death of family. Friends. Comrades and more. An entire legacy had been locked within the strands of those clothes.


"YOU INSULTED MY HERITAGE WITH THAT STUNT!," Came the roar of the dragoon as he raced now toward the male. There was no force in this world more powerful than the emotions of a being. And this fueled him and his bloodlust when he rushed at this man. A mouth of fire scorched the very walls of the hallway as he continued his attack. 1,2,3......


And then it struck. The fist stopping just inches from the face of his opponent just before the gale of wind struck the hallway and set the blaze even higher. Giovanni's blackened eyes reflected the shades of orange and reds as it blazed around them in an explosion. "AHHHH!!!!"
 
The edges of his vision blurred as the power took hold and comsumed him. The firey aura of his opponent met with his own, setting the area ablaze with little effort. Evan's bosy rigidly rose into the air, his eyes blazing a brilliant green. With so much as a nod in the man's direction, a blast of telekinetic power beat itself into the ground.
 
Gio felt the burst rather than saw it, but he was in too much of a rage to even care as he spotted his opponent rising into the air through the blaze around them. This was no aura. This was pure flame, a minute usage of pyrokinesis used upon the wooden hallway. Blackened pupils stared up at his opposition. The almost gravity-like effect pressing down on him only pressed him into the floor a bit as he growled up. "You messed up my outfit. That was a piece of my heritage.... THIS MEANS WAR!!!!"
 
Evan smirked, his eyes disappearing behind the almost arctic white that revealed his inner-most nature. "So be it." he replied, falling back to the earth with a crash that splintered the very ground beneath him. It had seemed they were both creatures of the flame, dipped in the same pools of death and destruction that had been designed by the Gods. This was no matter. The son of the Grey Legacy, the champion of all exsistence, would prevail in any situation. Evan sensed he was in for a battle, even if it was only for trainig purposes. He raised his guard, making a very modern gesture that said everything he did not speak aloud: "Come at me, bro."
 
No one ever asked for hell to rush them and steal their soul. Why taunt the reaper to kill you? A death wish or something? Giovanni's midnight hues were cold and calculating as he jumped into the air and executed a kneeling landing. His left fist making contact with the wooden floorboards. This splintered the wood between the two of them with the Wickerolan's herculean strength as the boards jumped up in an attempt to hit him in the head with it. The aftermath of this though, was the ground coming up afterwards to bash at him as well. ".... Make fun of my culture..."
 
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