Amber White
Somewhere... In Beacon Academy, a sparring match was being held, though... Well, most people walking by the arena would find this to be more than obvious, as the continuous sounds of whooshing, clanging, and various explosions seemed to ring out. In the middle of the arena stood Amber, well, standing would not be the best way to describe her... She was in the middle of a rather intense battle, or, at least she treated it like so... Dust rounds were being fired left and right, and, frankly, to the untrained eye, it was difficult to see how she was managing to hold her ground. However, those who could follow the action would immediately realized that not all of the dust rounds were hitting Amber, but, instead, were passing through her? Well, that would be enough to warrant one to do a "double take" on what they were seeing... And that's when it would become apparant that Amber seemed to be "deploying" illusions of herself strategically, catching her opponents by surprise at times, or, at the very least, giving her a few extra seconds to strike back. Though, there were times when she used the handy ranged feature on her weapon, which she had nicknamed "sting", for the biting pain it's rounds tended give off if one isn't protected by their aura.
While she managed to keep up the pressure on her opponents going "solo", it would seem that the team leader she was going up against had other ideas... Judging from his posture, the leader appeared to have grown up in the Kingdom of Atlas, he simply watched as his team members were eventually knocked out of the match, with Amber's carefull, but steady whittling away at each of their aura levels... However, she herself had yet to take a serious beating, which she probably had her illusions to thank for that. However, as he finally stepped up, the illusion Amber cast at him; an "ghost image" of her rushing him, preparing a swing with her sword didn't seem to phase him... It looks like by observing her, he had caught onto her little trick. With this rather blatantly clear to her, Amber shifted tactics, suddenly activating one of her dust explosives.... Throwing it towards the ground as she used "Sting's" grappling hook to lift herself up into the air, doing a backwards somersault as the explosion went off, blowing up a cloud of smoke as she raised her blade, trying to see how her final opponent had fared...
It was then that he burst through the smoke, shaking off some rubble; it was only then that it became noticeable that the strange, bladed weapon he was holding had a distinct barrel of sorts, containing a multitude of different dust types... Something that seemed to be quite a common custom of those who had been raised in Atlas to some extent. Amber realized her opponent wasn't going to be so easily taken out, and his aura level, seemed to equal hers for the moment... Unless... It was then that she had an idea... Closing her eyes for a moment, and opening them, a suddenly glint of sorts appeared in her eyes as a rather determined look suddenly crossed her face, and she charged forwards, leaving behind an illusion of herself, seeming to be preparing to fire "Sting"... Her movements were quick as she suddenly unleashed a volley of swings onto her opponent, catching him by surprise; he had been expecting a ranged attack rather than an up close volley of strikes... His aura level dropped quickly, but, he wasn't defeated so easily... His aura level dropped about haflway before he managed to raise the blade of his weapon, clashing with her own before he jumped backwards... The barrel in his blade turned as he prepared another strike... It was then that Amber struck him with a dust round, having taken the time to properly aim her weapon, causing the icea projectile he had been about to launch from his weapon to hit the floor inches away from her. It looked like he wasn't very experienced in battle, which gave Amber a bit of an edge in this; they clashed blades a few more times, with her forcing him back now, that look of concentration on her face becoming more and more prominent... Then, he saw something that would make any sensible person jump; a nevermore had come up behind them both, swooping towards them at a frightening speed, the poor team leader backed away, not seeming to care about the fact that he had just stepped out of bounds of the arena... That was until something dawned upon him; they were indoors... So, where would a nevermore have-?... The question answered itself, as it wasn't a nevermore, it was one of Amber's illusions, and her antics had just cost him the match!
"Cheap shot!" He called out irritably as a distinct beeping sound indicated the match was over... He well, less than elegantly stormed out of the arena, with Amber seeming to drop her stance, giggling a little, "Better luck next time!" she called, waving ever so innocently at him... Though she did feel a little worn out herself... Maybe it was time to call it quits... The sparring arena was a little empty now anyways. "Guess that's it for me... Later guys!" She called; looks like she was referring to the rest of the team she had faced, all of which had already picked themselves up, and were walking out, some looking a bit ashamed... Then again; they did do pretty well for hunters and huntresses who were just starting off here... Even if they did sort of challenge her to a sparring match, with perhaps a little too much confidence. At any rate, she hoped they wouldn't be too bitter about the whole thing later on... For the time being, she made her way down the hall, not really having an particular destination in mind; she just needed a little time to recover from that fight really...