The cat was half drunk, but he was not to be underestimated. Upon hearing her he answered with a yes, the mountains did sound fine. Erebus, even if shaken from his alcohol was an incredibly fighter, but relatively weak in magic. By incredibly, I mean he could do any magic at all. However, that wouldn't deter him from doing some powerful hits. "Aye, me too. I've only just began my training here lately... With the Kaidou."

The name would likely ring a bell in Nastasya's ears. Had she any knowledge for the martial arts in the world. Kaidou is considered to be one, if not the most monstrous Nova, a man who finds pleasure in battles and blood. He's taken the lives of many other martial artists and anyone else who opposed him in battle. What spoke of Erebus though, was that Kaidou didn't battle weaklings, let alone train seasoned fighters. This fact alone meant that Erebus was probably dangerous his own right. Plus, he had defeated Carnage in a bare hand match-up, something not easily done. How his physical strength would fair against Shadow's magic was still too early to get an idea for though. He might get dropped within the first few seconds.

However, to elaborate on just how extreme it was to be a student of Kaidou. One had to understand and acknowledge where he came from in this world.

If Kaidou was the current southern star nova, it was pretty likely that Erebus would be the next generation afterwards to take his place. Hence why he was chosen to be the man's legacy. His fighting style, revered as Death Cutter was only just beginning to be learned. Though, in due time, Erebus would be a master of it. Able to end mages in single blows. For the time being, that was not the case. All he had riding for him was the stance, and his own wits in combat.

Information on Novas and Kaidou:

"I can't promise I won't wound you, Shadow. My master is pretty strict with our methods... I'll try and not be too violent I guess. But before we can begin, you should know that it's a belief in my style to kill the opponent."

The cat paused, and shrugged, rubbing his eye to see forward more clearly as they walked. This would be a game in which Erebus demanded himself the victor. Of course, if he did win, it would surprise not only himself, but her too. He'd defeated Carnage already, was it possible to beat this woman too?

"Since this is just us, I'll null that ruling and we'll attempt getting more accustomed to each other. Okay? I haven't battled a magic in a long time, before I joined Grimoire Heart it was my goal to overpower magic... remember? I guess this'll be a fun test of our growths huh?"

The cat mumbled softly, taking her hand into his and waving it around, forward and back. He was pretty drunk, hopefully Nastasya would understand his behavior, since she was the 'one' female he didn't act up around. At least, not too severely. "So what's this place called? Does it have a name?" His was turned, and his glowing yellow pupils trained themselves onto her face. He awaited an answer.

"I see, I guess that means we'll have to call it the secret place."

The cat jested, since only Grimoire Heart was aware of this training ground. t seemed fishy to believe that anyone else would use fir the same purpose. I mean, considering it's location and all that jazz. The two walked for what seemed like a long time, the dark would be no bother to Erebus, he could see in the dark if the battle dragged out, Nasty could see blood so she was likely fine too.

However, Erebus didn't know that, perhaps he was hoping it could be an advantage. The idea however, that Nastasya would be getting more powerful during the night-- was her true advantage. One she held over him and he'd soon come to revelations with. As well as her newest magical powers.

"Let's get some distance on each other. Ten meters sound good?"

The cat asked, as they entered the grounds. The whole place was indeed nice, some destruction was left here, Erebus assumed from other mages being here. No worries, he'd use the craters in the ground around here to his advantage, since he was much more nimble than the vampress nearby.

Upon taking his place opposite ten meters of the girl, the cat entered the Death Cutter stance.

Death Cutter's Stance:

DC Counter: 1

While the girl positioned herself, the cat was already advancing, baring sharp canines, his eyes shimmered in twilight. It took exactly two seconds for him to reach her, but his new agility allowed him to react at any change of timeline. Nothing was left to say in dialogue; Yumi had taught him that leaving room to chat was just a way for the opponent to operate in the seconds corresponding.

Hesitant of her magic, but fearless as the beast, the boy would attempt coming in close, holding his stance. He threw three left jabs, focusing on the movement of her shoulders. If she was to switch up her stance he'd know, moving his wrists out of the orthodox boxing position. In which case, he'd have a surprise ready.

With legs maintaining their usual stance, he was read to pick up a sidestep or knee, as well as leg if needed. But as said, most of his eye movement hinted that he was approaching the woman as a fighter. Any movement of the shoulder would open him up to assume movement of the hands, where he would act accordingly. After all, movement of the hands, or the body at all, hinted a folly chance to unleash magical spells. Her advantage was magic-- he would not give her the leverage to use such things. That much he promised.

Assuming his progression towards being a martial arts master, he liked to think the reversals were more in his field of expertise. If Nas was a master fighter too, then he'd pick up pace and prove his methods as one himself, after all, he defeated Carnage. A master melee fighter in her own right. This wouldn't be an easy game, the objective was to challenge Shadow. Erebus would not show her mercy, even if he was dulled slightly by alcohol.

 

Just like that, the girl played into the cat's game. As described, he kept his right arm ready for her-- for exactly this case scenario, what had been focused were a few quick jabs from his left, those were his distractions. In the case of dodging them she'd have to be incredibly sped up to do it, due to his swing speed being fairly adept. As she side-stepped outwards, she'd find the cat's body had pressed inward at a parallel to her curvy hips, and with his bent knees coming lower as she moved, a mighty swing from his right fist was almost certain to meet contact with her flesh. If by chance, it landed successfully, and it likely would, long metal claws would rocket out of his knuckles, directly into her vital organs. Right under the rib and right above her hip-line. The attack would deal immense pain, having increased his strength by an additional amount.

The cat would then thrust all his physical force from his left upward into her chin. The uppercut would be the end to his combo, due to the sheer stun that came with a deep pierce of a sixteen inch blade running through you, Nastasya would find herself stunned more than likely. If Erebus had been meaning to kill her, he could've driven his other blade-claws (the other hand) through her skull, but settled for just a raw punch consider the circumstances. He then made a meter distance from her, ready to reversal any counter-plays she had concocted in that time frame. Using  the force behind his uppercut to jump backwards.

Nastasya's fists were ducked in the midst of this combination, however due to the damage latent enacted upon her, she'd have likely fallen just short of hitting him. His body having agility beyond a normal man's, he moved like a snake into the centre of of her arm. His eyes were hazy, but his talents were not hampered by the liquor drunken earlier. The cat's mind stayed weary of the snow vulpix off to the side of the field. It was debatable whether the creature was going to be of much help with such a short interval of time though. Since the trap was sure to go through at this point.

DC: 3

Claws = +20% Strength capping with Stance
 

Erebus breathed outwards softly, the smell of liquor was on him. The cat was more nimble than her, this was proven. His race was built for up close combat like this. His ears bent to the side upon hearing the Vulpix slide into place. The environment was his advantage, not the Vampire's. By tilting his wrist. The neko was able to force the woman's nervous system to listen to his next few orders. The truth was, she could ignore the pain for a second, but her body operated with it's own subconsciousness. It would heed the forced movement wherever he aimed it. When the companion launched it's spell. Erebus used his larger strength to thrust Nastasya into the gale's line of sight.

From here, what with her having caught his hand, his other claws would thrust outwards piercing her hand and attaching her to him. With no hand left to move her blood spell with, it would not be able to occur. The Neko pulled his claws out and thrusted into her multiple times, six to be exact. With every pierce of his blades he moved her further into the ice-gale. The golden eyes into his face gazed into her. The boy cracked a grin. "Let's not kill each other okay?" The claw jabbing her stomach retracted and he readied his fist to punch her brutally across the face.

From that he retracted his other claw that had wounded her hand, dodge rolling out eight feet before popping up into his stance immediately. He expected her spells from here out, so he'd have to keep his chin about him. This was a seasoned sorceress. A witch with powers he wasn't aware of. Never get cocky, especially with magic users... The message continued to relay through his head. What could it be, he thought, from here out she'd attempt? Now was the time to find out.

DC:4