An impressed whistle escaped Emir as he stepped into the Arena building's simulator at last. While the equipment looked pretty much the same, the building itself was several times larger than what Astalot base had and probably housed numerous more simulators. One of the walls even looked like it could slide apart so larger simulations with dozens of mages could be run and briefly Emir wondered about just how large some of the exercises held could get; it was fairly enticing to say the least, the thought of a massive operation simulated in the safety of their own base. That was dismissed with a shake of his head as he walked over to a nearby wall and tapped its surface, causing a display to appear. With a glance back towards Selene, he asked, "Any particulars you want? Otherwise I'm setting it as the default which looks to be… open grasslands."
"Fine by me," Selene shrugged, rather impressed with the simulator herself. It was much like the ones she used in training, except a damn sight larger. They'd mostly used the simulator for one-on-one combat practice, leaving group maneuvers to be practiced outdoors. Without a second word, she manifested her Barrier Jacket, crimson armor forming around her body as a massive lance slid into her hand. "Whenever you're ready, pal."
"Alrighty then." With a few taps on the display, the white walls began to fade away as a virtual environment digitized into place around the pair. The world stretched far past the confines of the building and the pair were pulled along with the expansion, only coming to a halt nearly 200m apart. As the blue sky meet green grasslands, a robotic voice filled the air with its countdown. With his Barrier Jacket already materialized, Emir simply grasped the shimmering image of his weapon, solidifying it, before he rested it over his shoulder. Not really wanting to yell, he simply raised his free arm and waved for Selene to bring it.
Grinning, Selene charged forward with a burst of speed, flying straight towards Emir with a swipe of her lance.
Evidently the distance formed by the simulator wasn't enough to dissuade his opponent in the slightest and Emir matched her grin as he gripped his weapon with both hands. As the grass rippled underneath her, he stepped forward to meet the swipe. The grin quickly faded to a grimace as his arms shook under her blow, and he was just barely able to avoid being skewered. As he hopped out of the roll he'd been sent into by the blow, the frown intensified at the ringing in his head. Yet without so much as a comment, he stepped forward and slashed down towards Selene.
Selene's armor protected her from the worst of the blow, but Emir's blade still slashed through it, forcing her back as she gasped for breath. Even so, her grin never faded as she brandished her lance.
Well, it would have been rude of him to stay all frowny for the rest of the fight, so Emir let go of the unhappy expression. As Selene was forced back by the blow, he readied himself with a small smile; her grin made it quite clear that she was far from done with this fight.
"That's what I'm talking about!" She roared in approval as she rushed forward again, delivering a flurry of jabs towards Emir.
Forced to backpedal, Emir was nonetheless successful in fending off his opponent's rapid jabs. As sparks flew from the brief contact their weapons made, he dug his feet in and forced the two of them to come to a halt. A slight turn of his body glanced a jab from his Jacket and he seized that brief opportunity to strike back. "Hopefully you don't fall too quickly," he replied with a smirk.
This time, Selene saw the attack coming and simply batted it away with a flick of her lance. Her maniac grin only widened as she crouched down, swiping at Emir's legs.
'Shit.' Despite the excitement he felt, Emir also felt the pang of regret as he realized he'd overextended. His brief attempt to jump over the leg sweep was ruined by the dizziness he felt from the first blow, and before he knew it he'd been slammed into the soft dirt. A low groan escaped him even as he threw himself back onto his feet and brought Ils'fang upwards to cut across Selene's chest.
As Emir attempted to counterattack the instant he rose to his feet, Selene simply sidestepped the upwards slice out of sheer reflex and responded with a one-two combo of a side swipe followed by a thrust of her lance.
'Wow.' He was not putting on a good showing, and despite managing to avoid the first swipe with a parry, the two follow ups managed to connect solidly and Emir ended up doubling over as the air was knocked from his lungs. "Guess that's what I get for the jab," he muttered as he took a deep breath before he assumed a more defensive posture. A slight shimmer seemed to run over Emir's frame and afterwards he'd seem, maybe, weaker?
"What, we're using magic now?" Selene shrugged, hopping back a short distance before she raised her lance, pointing the tip at him. "Have it your way, then!" She roared, channeling magic through her lance as it began shooting a storm of magical blasts at him.
A grin and shrug was his response to her, though Emir quickly withered under her storm of projectiles. 'Holy sh-' Unable to block more than a fraction of the blasts Selene sent his way, he could feel his body groan under the punishment. Yet he could also feel his mind and vision clear. Good enough for him and with a blink, his frame seemed to bulge with strength once more. Moving through the stream of projectiles, Emir closed the distance and struck out with Ils'fang once more.
Selene barely managed to get her lance in between Emir's sword and herself, and her arms shook as she struggled to hold back the blow. Grunting, she whirled the massive spear back around as she took another step back, firing more energy blasts at Emir like her lance was a machine gun.
Despite being peppered with a torrent of projectiles and his body's protest, Emir simply bared his teeth in a wide grin as he threw himself forward. The blasts slammed into him, but refusing to fall he simply brought his weapon up for another slash.
"Motherfucker!" Selene bellowed as Emir's blade slipped past her defenses and rent her armor once more. Still grinning despite herself, she roared wordlessly as she took her lance in both hands, thrusting forward with a power blow intended to put him down for good.
'Too fast!' Well aware that he wouldn't be able to move out of the way, Emir raised his left hand to slide the blow aside. Snarling at the pain even as his Jacket shattered from the force, he tightened his grip and brought the blade up with all his force.
Unfortunately for Emir, his wounds seemed to be impeding him, and his forceful blow missed entirely. Whirling back, Selene brought her lance up. "Fucking!" She fired another stream of magical blasts at Emir. "Go!" She thrust her lance again, shooting off another series of blasts. "Down!"
Maybe he should go bury himself somewhere.... Idle thought aside, Emir winced as Selene's blasts connected with him directly; the protection of his Jacket having vanished. He refused to be laid low though and simply stood firm, recollecting himself, before he charged forward once more. "Speak for yourself!" His left hand shook, but he grasped his weapon with both hands nonetheless and lashed out.
Selene laughed gleefully, sidestepping the attack before gripping her lance in both hands and bringing it down on Emir's head.
His momentum naturally carried Emir past the blow and without missing a beat, he spun on his feet and threw another slash at Selene.
Emir's blow tore through Selene's armor, leaving a gash running across her chest. Selene fell to one knee, bracing herself against her lance for support, grinning all the while. "Haaah…" She rasped out, gasping for breath. "Damn. First loss I've had since I started Basic. Missed getting my ass kicked." Selene said ruefully. Forcing herself back on her feet, she planted her lance into the ground as a crutch, extending her hand out to Emir. "Good shit. Guess a rookie fresh out of Basic shouldn't have expected to beat someone with actual combat experience."
Even as Selene dropped to her knees, Emir barely had the strength in his arms to hold onto his weapon. Letting its tip rest on the ground, he slowly stood to his full height and sucked in air despite the pain of doing so. Taking the offered hand, he nodded his head in agreement. "Best fight I've had in a while, and don't sell yourself short. Basically had me the ropes once you broke out the ammunition." Even the slightest twitch sent pain running through his bruised body, and if he turned his magic inward… With a reluctant sigh, he shifted the magic within him and nearly dropped to his knees in the process. Only by planting Ils'fang into the simulated ground did Emir remain standing, but at the very least his head had begun to clear up.
"Well, I'm gonna go get this cut patched up." Selene said, dismissing her Barrier Jacket as she clutched her chest. "And it looks like it's about to be lunchtime. Meet you back in the mess after I'm gone getting this sealed up?"
It hadn't been a minute yet, but already Emir could feel the bruising begin to fade as his magic ran its course. Ils'fang faded to blue motes of light as he stood from it, and he glanced at the red line that stretched over Selene's chest. "I'll see you then if you don't want me to come along then I guess." The simulated world around the pair fell away at a clap of his hands, the vast stretch of grassland breaking down before the two were dropped back into the white dome.