Placement Test; New Student's Assessment!

Krikor's armor took the brunt of Tear's attack, and he stepped backwards so as not to be knocked down again.  He heeded Tear's words, then figured Tear was as open as he would ever be, swinging at him with a horizontal slash.  "May as well do as he said and try to press the advantage," he thought. "Hopefully this is quick enough for him."

Krikor, seeing the wall of water hurtling towards him, planted his sword in the ground and held to it like an anchor. The water crashed over him, nearly taking him backwards, but he somehow managed to hold on to his sword tightly enough so as not to be swept away. Once it was safe, he stood again and hurled a Blood Bolt at Tear, trying to distract him while he freed his sword.

"I apologize," Krikor said, finally pulling his sword free with a final, mighty yank, "I was more focused on continuing and not getting hit again. I understand your point; however, I'm not quite sure how I can incorporate it into my fighting style. Yours is far more elegant than my own. I don't do much dodging, more blocking," he said sheepishly, hoping he hadn't offended Tear too much.

Krikor nodded once Tear finished talking. "Very well," he replied, getting into a more defensive stance, "let's continue. I just hope I can block everything you throw at me!"

Krikor was ready for this. He blocked sphere after sphere with the flat of his sword, and whatever he could not block with it, he let his armor take the brunt of. He suffered no pain, whirling about to block each one in turn. His body was strong, honed by years of training on the homeworld of the Sanguimancers.

He felt invincible.

He felt alive.

Thinking quickly, Krikor braced himself, pressing the flat of his blade against his left palm, facing outwards to defend against the wave of liquid coming at him. With a crash that sounded like steel-on-steel, the wave was deflected, Krikor sliding back a bit, but not much.

Krikor planted his sword into the ground again to deflect the low wave, then threw his left arm up in an attempt to block the one from overhead. Just as it collided with his forearm, a sickening KRAK was heard, and Krikor shouted out in pain, clutching his shoulder. His arm was hanging in a manner it clearly shouldn't be, and he fell to his knees, his shoulder dislocated.

(Ooo, this is the first time anyone has willingly done something like this. I very much like that. It adds a bit of tension and depth and realism to the story. Thank you, and good job! I enjoy your style. It adds a certain diversity that makes things interesting!)

The very moment Tear witnessed the snap of his watery whip dislocating Krikor's shoulder, his eyes grew wide and his entire persona seemed to shift. Slightly and subtly, but naturally far more noticeably than anything else that the rather mysterious, dark garbed man had shown within himself in his nonchalant manner.

"Oh you poor, unfortunate soul!" he said with compassion as he twirled softly to the ground to make his fluid landing, "I apologize so very deeply for this, most certainly I do!" He knew that every so often things like this occurred, but Tear was EXTREMELY sensitive, so watching people get hurt (especially on his account) when it was deserved nor necessary got to him far more deeply than anyone could truly understand. He was a very powerful person physically despite what seemed to be a very slender figure garbed in layers of black, and he was even more powerful spiritually, which is why he needed to have a certain level of maintained control for the safety of others, which he made absolutely certain to always do to the best of his ability to prevent himself from going overboard, as he sometimes does when in his emotions or when he gets an inspirational feeling. Even as he kept relatively calm, he was more than hurting on the inside, and it would probably tear him up secretly, even if he never said anything about it or revealed it.

Tear immediately glided over on a single stride to Krikor's side, already attempting to help Krikor up in the most gentle and delicate manner, as to not irritate the area of injury. "Come, come! This assessment is done." He wrapped his arm around Krikor's back, trying to help him to his feet swiftly, "... We need to get you treated in the Infirmary." Fortunately, Tear was a 'Jack of All Trades' so to speak and was a master at everything due to his extreme versatility and flexibility of soul and wavelength. He could assume a role of any and every position in and of himself, which was why he was (currently) one of the only teachers that taught at Pandemia the most. He could fill in for anyone and do their job not only correctly, but most times better than the ones that were skilled in their own profession. This was also to make sure that even if he were ever short handed that there would never be an excuse, because he would simply take over for however many people were out at the time all on his own. It was stressful, but he didn't mind, since in his heart and soul he was dedicated to being a teacher and loved to help all.

(Thanks!  I'm just trying my best to keep things as interesting for you as you've made them for me.)

"Thank you," Krikor said through gritted teeth as Tear pulled him to his feet, "and for what it's worth, I yield."  He winced in pain as he stood, his right hand still nursing his left shoulder.  He bent back down for a moment to pick up his sword and sheathe it, taking in a sharp breath when he put it back into the sheath on his back, his hand immediately going back to his shoulder once the sword was put away.  "Very well," he growled, "where is the Infirmary?"

(Awwww~!!!! You're so kind. <3 This makes me happy. All you have to do is do your very best to be your character! I am the one who has to make things entertaining for you! So focus on you and don't worry about me... I'm the one that's supposed to be worried about you, after all! Hmhm.)

"Hmmm..." Tear inspected his range of motion through the corner of his half open, glazed eyes, shimmering for a moment like silver moons as they observed and assessed the severity of his wound at first glance as best he could. '... It may not be that serious if he's still able to move it. Perhaps it is only dislocated.' His lids lowered slightly at the thought. 'I know I didn't use so much force as to deal severe damage...' Perhaps it was the whiplash that did it, in all honesty.

'No matter.' he thought, transitioning fluidly from thought and action into speech, "It's not too far from here." Fluidity of the Wavelength, to Tear, meant to have such a channel open so that at any given time "I can help restore you as we get there." Tear placed a hand gently upon the injured shoulder of Krikor and slowly adjusted his wavelength to match Krikor's own, resonating with his biorhythm in order to act as though he were one with his body and body's natural pulse. He would slowly draw the pain out from his shoulder and into himself, using his own wavelength as an aqueous shock absorber to null the pain the moment it was touched for as long as Tear was touching him. "This should keep the pain at bay until we get there." He nodded his head, flashing his signature deadly nonchalant smile.


(Sorry this took so long, I was totally watching a movie and got distracted, as I sometimes dooo~. I hate making people wait, and I always do my best to do things as swiftly as possible, since I definitely get on other people about it. xD)