Primal Methods (Party of 2; open)

[Akira Nakajima]

Recently, Akira had felt as though he had gotten more powerful. While he didn't feel confident enough to venture out to the more hairy areas on his own, especially with the only thing to fight with being that spear of his, he didn't mind going solo if it were to that park. So long as he made sure to limit engagements to one-on-one, the danger was reasonably low. He could heal himself. So long as nothing with terribly powerful ice came out, he didn't think there'd be too many issues. His only real concern with venturing out into that “other world” was fearing that the portal might close one day- and for a reason he would likely not be aware of. He found that to be a pretty terrible concept, and it was one that posed an all-too-real threat.

Shaking his head, the youth dismissed the worries. If he allowed himself to get distracted, then whether or nor the portal remained would be a moot point- some monster would kill him while he was daydreaming. And that simply wouldn't do. Opting, this time, to keep himself grounded, Akira had Hayagriva trailing behind him. This improved his stealth. Slightly, but a boost was a boost. If he ended up needing mobility, he could mount the steed quickly enough. The boy wore a gray vest with some small padding underneath. It wouldn't do much to limit the damage he took, but it helped with his peace of mind. Plus, it was a disposable piece of clothing. Unlike nice leather jackets. Black jeans served as his bottoms, and durable hunting boots served as proper footwear. If he had a more feral look about him, he could have passed for a member of a hunter-gatherer tribe from the land of Africa, maybe. Well, assuming there was a lighter-skinned tribe, at least. Or one with long hair, for that matter. Maybe comparing him to Native Americans would have been better?

The boy and his horse stuck close to any rising, be it stone, wood, or grassy. Whatever gave them good cover worked best. Observe, segregate, corner, neutralize. That was the overall idea, at least. Whether or not it went anywhere near as well as he'd hoped was ultimately up to the fickle, and often assholish, entity known as fate.

[Ariane Ivers]

Despite all of her late night wanderings, Ariane was still feeling... well, relatively weak, to be truthful.  She hadn't seen very much combat, and to top things off she still didn't know squat about what was going on.  On top of that strange extra hour at night, there were now portals popping up all over the gosh darned place.  As much as she'd like to complain about none of this being normal, she'd given up on normal almost a month ago.  Now it was just about par for the course.

As usual, Anne wasn't wearing anything fancy by any means.  It wasn't because she was exploring some strange portal world, though; she just never wore anything fancy.  This time it was a thick green flannel jacket that provided little protection but at least kept her warm, her usual boring jeans, and her trusty heavy boots.  From under the sleeves of her heavy jacket one could see the flash of the bright green fist wraps around her knuckles that would help her hold her punches if needed.  Which, considering where she was, would be needed.  

Walking through the aggravating jungle that was normally a place she had come to know like the back of her hand, the briefest flash of white caught her attention.  Brushing a rogue strand of red hair back behind her ear, she quickly removed her Evoker from it's holster.  Holding the 'gun' up against her head and squeezing the trigger, the now familiar shattering of glass accompanied the Cerynitian Hind materializing over her.  She couldn't see exactly what the thing she saw was, but she wasn't about to so easily dismiss it either.  As they crept closer and whatever it was came into view, Anne stopped and blinked.  

It wasn't a demon at all.  Just another person.  'Just'.  In this weird as all get-out portal zone.  She'd really have to figure out a better name for it at some point.  Either way, it seemed she was slowly noticing more and more people that had the same abilities she did, and it was a nice surprise.  Keeping an eye around them cautiously and holstering her evoker, she raised a hand in greetings and in hopes the other individual didn't make the same mistake Ariane almost did.  Chances were they had noticed her first anyway, considering she wasn't doing anything to hide herself, but it was better safe than sorry.  While she stayed relatively quiet to avoid anything from jumping them out of nowhere, a pit in her stomach told her it wouldn't matter either way. 

[Satanick]

Tough fight, amirite?

Napaea
Resist: Wind
Weak: Ice
Skills: Dia, Garu

Pixie
Resist: Lightning
Weakness: Fire
Skills: Zio, Garu

[Akira Nakajima]

Seemed that he wasn't alone on that trip, either, fortunately. Of course, Akira didn't notice it at first. Some sound, he wasn't sure what it was, ripped through the silence. Shortly following that, he noticed a redhead. Obviously a Westerner. There was an odd surplus of them he found himself encountering lately. A whole two more than zero, actually. Somehow, they'd crept a bit close. They waved in greeting. Offering his right hand in peace, the boy let his gaze wander. And with good reason, it seemed. Or, with enough of a reason, at least. The things that were approaching were far less menacing than some of the other “pleasant” friends he'd met there.

Now, Akira was not a military man. He didn't know how gestures would work with a person over a distance. Especially when he wasn't actually knowledgeable about them. Still, he made a “V” sign with his fingers, pointing at her with his middle finger, then himself with the index. Then, directing the “V” towards the enemies, he clearly selected the balloon-looking fairy-thing. Reacting to his will, Hayagriva closed in, lowered itself, and let the boy mount it. Then, discarding all sense of stealth the boy rode in with complete confidence. Why? They were weaker enemies. Honestly, he'd probably be able to handle them on his own, but there was another human there. Unless they were actually hostile, he doubted this would turn out badly.

Maybe it was the fact that she, or it, found a mounted fighter coming at her, but the fairy seemed to freeze up at first. As a result, she was cleanly run through with the spear and slung to the side. The demonic fairy floated up and began to heal itself. Wonderful. Immediately following, it shot off a burst of wind, seemingly in reprisal. The boy took the blast head on. It hurt, sure. He was pretty sure he felt the warmth of blood running over his arm slightly. Healing could wait, though. The boy thrust his spear at the fairy again, grounding her, before letting Hayagriva pin her down. Following that, much like the Gandharva he battled in the past, he began to rapidly convert the demon into a pin-cushion. It wasn't like it was fun, though. Fortunately, he wouldn't become a sociopath anytime soon.

If anything, the act of killing demons reminded him of his humanity.

[Ariane Ivers]

As the other person waved in greeting, Ariane almost spoke back out in response.  Almost.  Until she remembered why she hadn't to begin with, of course.  What helped her remember that was their sudden hesitation right after the wave, followed by some very strange gesturing.  The redheads smile turned to a frown of momentary confusion, until she realized the second gesture seemed somewhat like pointing.  Pointing behind her, in fact.  Her fists tightened as she turned quickly, just in time to see the stranger astride their persona dash towards the stranger looking of the two faeries.  Neither looked normal, but the one he assaulted definitely looked stranger.  

Familiar, too, now that she thought of it.  In fact, she had just seen monsters like them recently when she had been exploring this area before and came across the other two persona users.  Those, and two others.  If this was all they had to fight, then it was almost laughable.  Still, watching as her new battle associate turned their target into a pincushion Ariane couldn't help but be impressed.  Sure they were small fry, but it hardly seemed to phase the persona user.

Momentarily distracted as she was, she almost forgot about her own target.  Almost.  She heard the crackling of lightening just in time to turn and raise an arm as the lightening came down on top of her.  Oh that was certainly not fun.  Even in it's braids Anne's hair tried to stand straight out, and she looked positively singed.  At least it wasn't fire this time.  Scowling, she pointed a finger at it as the Cerynitian Hind threw it's dagger ahead of her while she ran towards it.  Skewered as it was by the dagger, it still managed to sense the impending danger of Ariane as she closed in on it and threw it's hands out to assault her with wind.  It wasn't two attacks at once this time like the last time she dealt with wind attacks at least.  Despite leaving a few scratches all over her and leaving her more than a bit worse for the wear, she was able to get in close and leave multiple well placed punches.  It didn't take much at least, and before she knew it it followed after the first fae.

Turning back she smiled to the other persona user.  "Thanks for the help.  At least these guys were pretty basic creeps, from what little I've seen."  Glancing to his arm, her smile quickly faded.  "Ah, you're bleeding..."