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CURRENT TOTAL MP: 20

Finn looked out into the woods from his balcony, his eyebrows raised. He could hear the sound of swords slashing in the trees. There wasn't any forest training scheduled for today. Which one of his students was so hardworking?

He put his mug down, pulled on a tank top and ruffled his green hair into place.

A good stride to the side of the clearing where Mikael was running through his drills, Finn popped out from a Teleport wormhole courtesy of his Kirlia, Beidou. His swords were slung easily across his broad back. He glanced over to Mikael and looked on in surprise. Someone new to Flying Sword! He admired the man's sword work. It was Western-styled and traded dexterity for strength. Beidou's horns twitched as they always did when picking up on the emotions of a new person. Finn could feel psychic warmth ebbing softly from Beidou. A good sign - this person could be trusted.

An idea for random mischief popped up in Finn's head. This man looked and fought foreign. How much about Flying Sword did he know?

"What're you preparing for?" Finn announced his presence. He strode over and took a seat on a large tree root; Beidou stood close by his side. "Prepping to try out at the sword school?"

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Bawang's attack was vicious, but Gerald was annoyingly always one step ahead. Finn grimaced as he saw a Froslass throw up a Protect, nullifying what could have been an instant kill.

Yes, kill. Finn was at that point now. The purple sky groaned as if it bemoaned the loss of a soul to suck on.

Finnegan wanted to sink a blade into Gerald's chest. He hated how the bastard made him dodge and dance like he was a child bullied. Almost without effort, Gerald took away every honour and pride that Finn held close to his chest. Finn tried fighting back, but his attack was a useless gust of wind against a solid shield. The sky yawned above him, resonating with a cavern inside his chest that oozed darkness black like a Darkrai's soul. It was hopeless. He almost wanted to cry.

But all things considered, Finn valued survival over pride.

"Hold them here," he muttered. Bawang roared and torrents of cold flood water exploded from cracks in the ground, engulfing Gerald's side of the cavern in a Whirlpool.

It was time for the master to fly. With a baneful look, Finn recalled his Gyarados and leaped onto Futou's back, and the speedy mantis blitzed out with a Quick Attack. Humbled, Master Flying Sword has flown the coop.

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MP Count:

- 60 MP (10 MP per IC post in a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.)
- 150 MP for completing a Postdormitum Battle.
- 300 MP for "losing" a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.
- 10 MP for incorporating the realm's mutations or feelings of paranoia in a thread

Total: 520 MP

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

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Finn's fringe bristled with life, as it always did when people asked him about his martial art.

"Swordplay. I'm a double wielder. Swords are the perfect balance between grace and power." He grinned, almost giddily, as he recalled the feeling of his swords' hilts.

"Do you practice yourself?"

THEO BECKETT

Finn's muscles tightened up all over his body like he was using Defence Curl, but the hit he was dreading never landed. Futou, Finn's Scyther, warded Gerald back by a good few feet, but would their respite last long?

Gerald released an electric terror so tall and bright it lit up the dark belly of the sky. Finn's fringe stood on end in the tingling air.

What the fuck is that thing?

Finn had only ever seen news reports about these creatures. They were things out there, things of modern myth; he wasn't meant to see one himself. The realness of the situation crashed over him like ice water. Was that shiver from the static in the air or his fear?

Transfixed, Finn stared as the Xurkitree started to shine.

Cables slashed through the air like metal whips flying with magnet force, launching a glowing bomb in their direction. The Zap Cannon glowed so densely it warped the space with its gravity. Finn could feel the air ionise all around him, sucking him into the missile's awful beauty...

The beast was fast, but Scyther was faster.

Shrrngg!

Cloaked in speedy light, Futou threw Finn over its shoulder and blitzed clear out of blasting range. Finn felt the world spin around him in a mad rush of light and cloudy shadow, and an immense shock wave that rumbled right into his bones. And then, his back slammed into the hard ground. 

Finn's vision cleared and he saw Futou looking down at him with intense concern. He could feel the tip of his fringe sizzling from the Zap Cannon's crash radius. 

"Thanks, buddy." 

Finn shook off the alien dust from his sleeves. The distance between him and his enemy gave him clarity, and with that vision came wrath. This bastard had him running, avoiding, dodging, for far too long. 

"Bawang, you're up!" 

The Xurkitree was tall, but Finn's Gyarados towered over him. The dragon's fangs flashed like swords and his red eyes looked like alien suns. 

It might be stupid for Finn to use Bawang against an electric bomb-slinger. But Finn had taken a leaf from Gerald's book. 

"Go!" 

With a sky-splitting roar, Bawang released a Hurricane from his mouth that cycloned outwards at a howling speed. Not at the Xurkitree - but Gerald. 

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Kanto? Finn frowned. Some large shapes moved in the bushes.

"Oh man." Finn wasn't sure what else to say. I'm sorry? I hope you're alright?

He settled for silence. He pressed his palms into the grass.

"Flying Sword is a small village outside Fortree. Nice tea. There's a martial arts school there too. You should come visit."

THEO BECKETT

Everything around Finn fell apart like a tree on fire. Mantis and bird clashed above them - the Scyther's blades seared again, going in for another hit, but Decidueye hit him in the chest with a deafening, decisive crack.

Dafutou fell like a crushed insect. Smoke trailed in the air like the ashes of a fighter plane crash.

"No!" Finn roared, wracked with shock. That Brave Bird hurt. It really only just dawned on him that Gerald wasn't fighting just to win but to kill.

Finn took a step back to cover his partner. He tightened his grip on his swords.

"You ok, buddy?" Finn muttered, a bitter heat rising in his gut. He kept his focus soft and sharp at the same time, but his voice trembled. His gaze remained strong, tracking his foe's movements while willing, hoping, that Dafutou was still conscious. Not just conscious - still alive.

Dafutou managed a feeble nod. Despite that fracture in his shell, he pushed himself up by his blades, letting out a defiant hiss. An iridescent glow emanated from his body, like the sheen of a bug's eye - Scyther's Swarm activated!

Finn snarled. The Swarm in his soul came to life too.

But just before he slashed outwards, Gerald threw a scatter bang at his feet. Finn darted backwards but still shielded his eyes, holding his swords in front of him in an X. Little flecks of earth peppered his forearms, stinging the cut Gerald gave him. Finn hated how he was constantly being put in defence. He was a good fighter but only when his opponent had morals.

Finn withdrew, and Dafutou advanced. As Gerald edged inwards, the Scyther leaped up and over his trainer, striking down on Gerald with a Swarming X Scissor. While Finn was still restrained by his honour, the Scyther was not, and his natural killing instinct rushed like hot venom to his eyes and claws.

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