"Yeah, it sure is. I don't know what type it falls under, but it definitely isn't a summon? Has it always just been out, what do ya even do with it?" Amitha failed to maintain her upright stance, bending down to get a better look at Bie's hand. She had glanced at it from time to time, taking in the crisscrossed pattern of x's that dotted his wrist, pulling the light baby blue skin together. She noticed that it didn't really seem to have any other purpose...?
Bie shrugged his shoulders, almost as if to say, 'you tell me'. Amitha prodded at it in turn, before suddenly deciding on something. "Your Bridge can mess with fabric, or string, right? Try and mess with it?"
Bie brought his hand closer to his face before he put his freehand on top of the thread, attempting to pull at it. It worked like a charm, as the pinched thread was pulled out from his wrist and stretched further as he pulled his hand back, the other hand loosening until it popped right off! The two shared curious expressions while Bie wiggled the fingers of the disconnected hand with thread linking it loosely to his arm, letting go of the thread.
"Ha, I won't even ask how yer hand got lopped off. This deady knows the struggle well, pfft. My question is, can ya really move that hand free-like?" In response to her question, he clenched and unclenched his disgorged hand, showcasing a range of movements that changed the shape of its expressions. He was unable to directly change its position, however, as it meekly laid on the ground clasping, writhing, pointing, and balling up in a fist.
"Wooah, it's cool...but ya can't exactly control it completely? Try the thread. Oh, and don't say whatever ability yer using to do it, that's a bad habit that'll limit ya in the future." She had a shocked expression akin to a child's first taste of candy, making a tossing movement as if advising Bie to 'throw' the thread.
And so, he pulled his arm back and threw it, the hand extending in the open air and held tightly by the somewhat floating red thread and flew an increasing distance away from him. He noticed that the further it went, the more string sprouted from his stump, and the more strain he felt in his brain. The distance topped out at three meters before the hand fell and hit the ground, leaving a miniscule indent on the terrain.
"Alright, so ya've got some utility. The whole throwing yer hand from a distance works as a surprise, and ya can prolly manipulate all sorts of things with that increased distance if ya get creative with it. Stand up." Bie hurriedly did so, and then willed for his hand to return. Surprisingly, the thread pulled back as soon as he wished it, taking a total of five seconds for the hand to be brought before his arm. With his eft hand, he instinctively threaded the string back into the crisscross pattern it was in before, binding his wrist back to his arm firmly enough for blood to circulate it, given his blood had enough stimuli for it to stir in the first place.
He brought his attention back to Amitha expediently and noticed the quickest glimmer in her eyes before she suddenly lunged forward with her fist stretched towards his nose. Drawn out of the marveling of his newfound abilities, he stepped backwards just enough for the towering woman to overextend, which she quickly righted by evening out her balance.
Whoosh, swoosh, those sounds filled the air as rapidly as her extending fists, while the soft taps and light thuds of Bie's quickening retreat sounded out under her intense swings. A haymaker, a jab, an uppercut, she seamlessly molded her movements into his range as quickly as she escaped it, quickening her speed with each successful dodge Bie performed. Of course, he wasn't able to keep up with her after some time, and only sixteen exchanges happened between the two right until their moves reached a crescendo.
Pow! That was the sound of Amitha's fist colliding against Bie's torso. The boy in turn fell with a smack, right onto his behind, while his bob was similarly pushed back from the force of the punch. A dull pain beset him before quickly fading away, but the slightly disgruntled expression that shadowed his downturned blue violet smile did not.
"Knocked flat on yer ass, runner boy? First lesson, pay attention in battle and keep talking to a minimum, quip only when ya feel like ya can dodge the next hit, gahah!" She playfully waggled a finger at him with a domineering sneer coloring her wide grin, before uttering her next words.
"Come at me."
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"Move yer arms and keep yer feet tight to the ground when ya punch! The power comes from yer core, ya know? Step into my range with crushing steps, step out of my rage with lightened feet!"
"What! Does! That! Even! Mean??? Miss! Amitha!" The two different shades of blue chased each other in short exchanges, both shifting from offense to evasion, with the occasional defense from Amitha. Bie gritted his teeth and took comparatively massive leap backwards, keeping Amitha's fist at least a meter away at all times. She hopped after him, smashing her feet into the rocky ground and bouncing up into the air after him.
Bie's feet touched ground first, and he dashed to the side while maintaining the smile on his face. His second lesson was to keep the same expression as he battled, so that his enemy would have less of a grasp on any plan or worry flitting across his mind in the middle of a battle. With diligence, he gave an empty smile that pronounced his inherent enjoyment at the prospect of battle while attempting to beguile the enemy into a false sense of security. Or maybe fear?
His balled fist landed squarely on Amitha's outstretched palm, the string extending from his wrist to the now exposed stump of his rightmost arm. Amitha's smirk grew even wider as she pulled on the fist, flinging Bie towards her while he somersaulted in turn.
Pow!
A kick smashed against the constraints of the steel wall of a woman in front of him, while he recalled the thread in an attempt to dodge the slap she aimed straight for his back in the process. He was not fast enough to fully escape it, and the next sight that filled his vision was cold, hard, crystal blue walls. As a loud smashing sound clogged his ears, he hurriedly tried to separate himself from the rubble before Amitha could catch up.
Unfortunately, he felt the sensation of the hard constraints around him become empty air as he was pulled out from the wall. Amitha patted his head and then walked two meters away from him, giving him some space as she positioned herself into an open stance once again.
The pain that normal living beings would suffer didn't have much effect on Bie, and he rolled his shoulders to stave off the slightly stinging annoyance. With creaking limbs, he moved half a meter closer to Amitha and spat out a few drops of the blackening blood sitting placidly in his veins, before awakening his lungs by taking in some breaths of air.
He then stretched out his fist, each knuckle pointed fiercely to the ceiling. "Round two."