Bret's OC Death Battles

So, I just felt like writing up death battles for my OCs. And made this. I'll post one now and then so enjoy.

Trystin Motacill vs Ange Byzance
Standing apart from each other, Trystin Motacill and Ange Byzance were facing the other amongst the trees of the Emerald Forest. Both were waiting for the other to make the first move, even if it was a long time coming.

"Bugger this, if you aren't going to do something then I'm off. See ya."

Trystin said nothing as Ange turned, instead watching her carefully. When her image flickered and disappeared, he felt a warning from behind. Quickly ducking, the flames washed over him, the heat reaching the back of his neck. Firing the shotguns in the forearms of his armour, he launched himself back and sent an elbow at Ange. She in turn ducked his attack, darting off to the side. Meeting no resistance, Trystin shifted the momentum from his body and arms downwards to avoid falling over. Ange, already halfway into her next attack, sent the dust filled kick at his legs. As ice flowed over his right leg, she had leapt back to gain some space.

"Much too slow, this isn't even a challenge!"

Not responding to her words, Trystin focused his semblance and training with Grimm Chance and punched the ice covering his leg with the use of a shotgun blast. With the ice exploding away from him, he shoved off towards Ange. Meeting her wave of flames head on, he charged through it. She had already shunted away when he pushed through however. But when Ange turned to fire off more dust at her target, she found Trystin hadn't slowed his charge. Instead he had fired his shotguns to gain height and was now quickly shoving his way through the air from tree to tree back towards her. Sending a quick bolt of lightning at him, Ange flipped backwards to avoid his kick after he shrugged off the blow. Not giving her a moment to get any distance, Trystin followed up with another shotgun boost and sent a punch at her chest. When she quickly deflected his arm, he forced the momentum into his other arm after firing the shotgun to withdraw his arm. Not expecting the next punch so fast, Ange took it to her stomach. Then before she could react yet another punch was coming for her. Twisting, she took it to her shoulder. The hit didn't have the same force, but knocked her off balance slightly.

"So aggressive!"

Ready for his quick attacks, Ange managed to get a light punch in. She didn't put much force into it, but the dust with it made up for it. Fire billowed over Trystin's body, not doing much but making him flinch when it reached his face. She took the opportunity, pushing back and starting a flip. As her feet came up, she hit him with lightning and fire up his chest, and over his face. He reacted fast enough to block some of what was about to reach his head, but the combination made him flinch. His armour made the lightning all the more effective. Getting his bearings back once he could see, Ange had already backed off, and was readying her next blast. Having noticed the effect lightning had, she brought her arms down with two whip like bolts. Hitting Trystin before he moved, she felt her confidence rise.

"Not so tough now eh?"

Darting to the side with a couple of shotgun blasts, Trystin stopped behind a tree. Taking a moment to shake off the shocks he had received, he called back to Ange.

"That's a matter of perspective my girl."

Quickly rolling his shoulders, he faced the tree and took a stance. Using all his training, he sent two punches down at the trunk, demolishing the spot he hit. Having weakened the trunk, one foot went back as his arm did. Making an assumption about where she was, Trystin hit the tree hard, sending it toppling over. Ange, who had been about to whack the tree with fire, blanched slightly at the sight of the tree coming down towards her. Diving to the side, she didn't see Trystin gaining precious distance. Jumping back up to her feet, she started a shunt to get some distance and find out where he'd gone. Only to have him land a shotgun powered punch to her shoulder. Her semblance having taken down her aura, the round tore into her arm. The pellets ripped her flesh, exiting after she had finished the shunt. Letting out a cry of pain, Ange reached over with her other hand to hold the wound. Her aura was healing it now, slowly.

"Ow. That wasn't very nice."

Shifting so that she could keep her arm held against her chest, Ange looked round to spot Trystin charging in at her. Shoving her foot forwards, a wall of ice shot up in front of her. Not waiting so Trystin didn't have time to shift his position, she kicked it at chest hight. A spike of ice shot forth from the wall, almost spearing him as he ran in. Readying for a punch, he drew his arm back to hit the ice. Firing all four shotguns, he sent all the momentum into the punch. The impact was strong enough to not only break the ice, but blast it into shards. Ange had been standing back waiting for him to come around the side and suddenly found bits of ice flying at her. Putting her good arm up to stop bits hitting her face, she couldn't see Trystin following them. As her arm lowered, his fist replaced it. Her head snapped back as he hit her, sending her reeling back a few steps. When he stepped in and sent the next one into her stomach, she doubled over. Trystin finished his assault with a shotgun powered knee up into her chin. Being knocked down onto her back, her aura was doing little to stop his blows now. His foot stomped down on her chest, removing what little aura she had left. Wincing when a rib broke, Ange looked up at Trystin's face.

"Just do it..."

Staring back down at her, Trystin said nothing. His shotgun fired one last time.