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Spirit's focus didn't waver as Gamagori's uniform changed. Instead, he turned his attention briefly inward. He could feel the connection with Maka's soul, and gently concentrated on protection. Protecting her at all available costs--that was where his strength needed to be. The manipulation was slight but enough that he was very aware of it at least. He could feel his own soul swathing Maka's, cocooning it protectively.

"We need to be fast, but careful. I'm not sure how well we can defend against him like this."

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

A cliched thing to say, sure, but that is genuinely how Maka would approach fighting something as big as Gamagori--confuse and knock down. One would be amazed at how much the advantage is changed when someone gets knocked on their butt.

Fast is never a problem for Maka, she breaks into a dash immediately--appearing as though she's going to take a direct swing with the blade at Gamagori. She doesn't actually intend to attack him directly, she's not stupid--that strange suit he's wearing is clearly designed for defense and direct hits would do damage to nobody but herself, as well as put her in unnecessary proximity to the opponent. But as long as he thinks she's dumb enough to directly attack him, it'll work to her advantage.

Gamagori doesn't just sit still, once Maka starts to move. He doesn't really know Maka well enough to make any comments on how she fights either, so he'll just see how she reacts to his own attacks. Once Maka goes in for the feint, Gama will be sending one of his massive fists at the duo, though the punch isn't aimed for Maka herself.

The punch is intended to see if disarming Maka would be a viable course of action, and as such the fist is aimed directly at the curved blade, attempting to knock it out of her hands.

Hell no.

Maka doesn't care of her dad would be upset with cursing, but she still does as she goes, stopping midstep to pivot and roll away from the fist. There's a clang! and some sparks, so whatever happened might have just barely brushed the blade--can't be too sure. Instead Maka thrusts the pole to the ground to launch herself up from her crouch and run underneath Gamagori's arm to his legs. Like Papa said, they need to move fast but be careful, yet surely the man won't stay bamboozled for long by the weaving tactic, she needs to keep thinking of what to do next.

Maybe circle back around him and launch the Witch Hunter? Would it even work with her dad, the attack when she used him last time was different from the Witch Hunter with Soul. But still, fast and brutal is the object of the game--fight to the full, fight to kill.

Gama shifts at the impact to the leg, but it's not enough to knock him off balance just yet. A slight stance change is all it really takes to get his balance again. However, with Maka being in such close proximity, it felt only natural to see just how speedy she really was. As such, both arms will be closing in fast, attempting to catch Maka in a bear hug.

"Che!"

Maka does not like to be touched, however she can thank her dad for giving her practice of avoiding his bear hugs all her life. She breaks into a roll forward underneath Gamagori and does just as she was planning to do--launches a Witch Hunter at the behemoth as he's leaned forward trying to catch her. To Gamagori it would appear as though Spirit's blade is glowing and growing, shooting off a blade of light almost as big as he is.

However, it's not exactly behind him and more in the vicinity of his groin. Not that Maka can see that in the flashing light, surging power, and her own mind clicking off as it enters into survival mode. That time where she thinks of nothing but beating her opponent until she sees them battered and bleeding, no matter how battered she gets in the process.

Satsuki, as already mentioned, is already there. In fact, she had been spending a lot of time in Genessia City, overlooking some projects so it was no trouble for her at all to arrive at the public school.

Besides, she really would not want to miss a demonstration like this one; many of the denizens posses unique powers and she doesn't get to see many of them in action. Hopefully that will change in time, but for now Satsuki's normally stone expression is broken to show some amusement- Maka's more ferocious than she looks.

"Damnit Maka! Be careful!"

Honestly. Spirit had other places he'd prefer to be than... well, than where Maka had just put him. And though he had been aware of tuning his wavelength in to hers to increase the damage dealt, he still wasn't exactly pleased to end up in Gamagori's crotch--and frankly, he cringed a bit for the guy.

"Let's end this quick!"

He could sense even still the slight fear in her soul. No, fear wasn't the right word; it was more an instinctual survival instinct that could cloud her better judgment. He'd seen it happen before when he'd watched her fight with Soul. He had the advantage of being able to slightly manipulate their resonance to ground her to reality. He hoped it helped keep her actions clear and precise. Gamagori was not out to kill them, after all. Maybe squish, but not kill.

That really took Gamagori by surprise. If anything, he expected Maka to go up and over, not under. Even with the armor he wore, he could feel the impact of the blow rather vividly. The blow even lifted him up into the air - a feat that none had been able to accomplish before now. However, even as he grunted with the impact of the blow, he wasn't about to lose. Not with Satsuki watching.

Once he was airborne, he grabbed a chunk of the ground with one hand, twisting to face Maka, and then using that leverage to both bring him back to Earth, as well as amplifying the force of another punch aimed at the weapon.

As quickly as it starts to fade off, Maka's mind snaps back into clarity. Yes, she forgot that Papa was used to maintaining the wavelength of Professor Stein who--though she respects him greatly--is more than a little unscrewed at times. Of course it would be his instinct to immediately correct a wavelength that starts to veer off. Not being used to fighting with her brain actually truly focused, she tenses at the fist coming--then realizes, well, he wants to disarm her so badly? Fine, disarm her then. With a flick of her wrist Maka sends Spirit spinning off away from her like a buzz saw, rolling herself out of Gamagori's strike zone. Soon as Spirit's form buzzes away, though, it reverses and flies right back into her hands.

It's then and finally then that Maka allows a cocky smile to come to her face. After experiencing her reserved demeanor for the time they've spent together, an actual taunt might come as a surprise, but the message speaks loud and clear: "You can't disarm a Meister that easily, friend." He and Satsuki wanted to see how Demon Weapons and their Meisters work, they'll get the unadulterated demonstration of it.

Gama has to admire the connection between Miester and Weapon, to be able to fly around like that would offer quite a bit of tactical possibilities, turning weapons that weren't typically throwing weapons into rather deadly missiles. Still, at the sight, he straightened his posture, one hand moving behind his back while the other came up to his chest, turning so that he could address Satsuki for a moment.

"It would seem they possess a power on par with at least a two-star Goku Uniform, Satsuki-sama. But now, we'll see how they fare against the full might of one of Honnouji Academy's Elite four!"

He offers a short bow before turning back to face Maka, the hand behind his back, shooting outward, palm open, as a large thorny whip shot from his palm.

Oh, come on, is that all?

Never mind the blowhard statement of "Elite Four"--which the man is apparently a part of--all it takes is one powerful swing to slice at the whip as it approaches. That can't be all, there has to be some trick...some trick that she can't let him use, evident by Maka's stepping to the side to move from directly in front of him.

"Papa, I hope you have something stronger than Witch Hunter, because we're going to need it to crack this guy's armor."

The whip continues to come from the extended hand, though the arm jerks to the side, sending what's left of the whip lashing out at Maka. At the same time, he starts to close the distance, the opposing palm starting to spark with electricity.

He may not have been able to defeat Harime Nui with this uniform, even alongside the other Devas, but he would not lose again. Especially not when Satsuki was expecting great things of him.

No time to wait for him to answer, Maka charges straight forward--narrowly scraping against the thorns of the whip as she raises the scythe.

Then--stopping short of his palm about to make impact, Maka jumps straight up in the air, the winged orb of power surrounding herself once again as a warning for what's about to come and partly as a shield in Spirit's contribution.

This attack is much bigger than before, much brighter, the mere sight and heat of it painful even in distance. This time, it is announced by a primal scream of "DEMON HUNTER!" before all sound blanks out around Maka.

She's not done after that, not by any means, but spinning through the air and trying not to land too oddly on her feet is all Maka is concerned with at the moment. There's an almost feral air about her as she waits for Gamagori's next move, panting but not exhausted, singed and cut but not in pain (too much adrenaline surging through her to concentrate on pain), her eyes are focused fully on her opponent--reaching out and scanning his soul for signs of what happens next. It seems regardless of Gamagori's appearance and his challenge to her, he's not a bad person--duty-bound and loyal, determined to protect those important to him. Rather like her, except she's not giant or a man.

"You have a good soul, Mr. Gamagori!" she calls out. "I can see it right now, I'd trust you to use my father!"

He hadn't been expecting the sudden leap into the air, or the light. He brought his arms up instinctively to shield himself from the blow but... somehow something seemed... off. There was impact for sure, but it was nothing any worse than the other attacks Maka had used.

When he lowered his gauntlets, the visor over his face opened too, revealing a rather confused look. He wasn't sure what had happened, and in fact almost feared he'd gone too far and hurt her. But when he saw her standing, still in a ready stance, as if confident the attack had worked as intended, he just... had to cock his head. Surely if it were just a light trick intended to distract an enemy she would've struck while his arms were protecting his head and gone for his legs, but... no. This was different.

"...If you require a break, we can end the demonstration here."

Oh, he's offering to stop it? ...Good. Maka's shoulders relax and she exhales slowly, closing her eyes and stretching out to unstring the stiff muscles. "I'm fine."

Really, it's strange how quickly she's able to drop the soldier demeanor and go back to seeming like a regular teenager. The energy is draining out, but she feels the humming of souls around her and it's all right--actually, odd thing, Gamagori's soul still isn't bigger than Lord Death's. Then again, that's comparing a god and a human.

"But you know, Papa isn't my Weapon, it's not exactly fair to ask a Meister to fight to their fullest with a Weapon they're not even partnered with. Papa may be able to be passed around, but I'm not." And she puts him at rest across her shoulders, cocking her head in a similar fashion to Gamagori. "This is about the average for what Demon Weapons can do, though. I hope that was informative."

A two star, he says? While astonishing to head, Satsuki has for the most part come to accept that she has much catching up to do when it comes to improving upon the uniforms. But at this rate.. Is she going to need to open a sub-archway after all?

She'd really rather not.

Regardless she continues to observe the demonstration, and can't help but notice something is off.. Something she can't immediately put her finger on until Maka mentions that the weapon isn't hers. "If that is the case, then I believe I have seen enough." says the regal lady. From rather close, as at this point she had already made her way to the field with her sheathed weapon in hand.

Eventually she stops by Ira's side with her usual stone expression and a sharp, almost judgmental gaze upon the twin-tailed meister. "I have likely already been introduced, but regardless I am Satsuki Kiryuin, Deputy Guardian of Nova City. That was a rather interesting demonstration, but of course I must ask where -your- weapon is."

All it took was a single word, and the imposing battle suit explodes into a cloud of stars once more, reforming in Gamagori's more casual attire.

He steps slightly to one side, turning so as to bow slightly as Satsuki approached, but not showing his back to Maka and Spirit. After all, Gama was as protective of Satsuki as Spirit was of Maka.

Threat averted. As soon as Gamagori reverts to his normal attire, Spirit is a few seconds behind. He stands beside Maka, rolling his neck--shh, he isn't getting old.

Spirit is eying Satsuki almost warily as he straightens his tie, uncertain of what to make of her.

As if anybody could have predicted this, Maka actually fully bows as a gesture of politeness to Satsuki.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Satsuki. My name is Maka Albarn, Demon Scythe Meister...as for where my Weapon is..." She casts a glance back at her father, unsure of how the battle took a toll on him. "He didn't arrive with us, it's just my dad, me, and my teammate Kid right now. Kid's also a Meister like I am, but very strong."

In truth, though she won't say it to these people, she's actually one of the weaker Meisters out of the menagerie of ridiculous monsters she goes to school with.

"If Soul ever arrives, you'll know it. He'll probably say something rude about me before anything else."

The wary gaze is to be expected. It really hadn't taken long for Satsuki to adjust to not being seen as some sort of goddess- though, even now, she isn't certain how she should feel about it. That said, her gaze shifts Spirit-ward for a moment, then back to the Meister. "I see. I suppose in your world such problems to not arise often, but the idea of a weapon that much will sounds rather.. Troublesome. But based on what I have seen, I suppose the trade-off is worthwhile?"

But then her brows furrow, ".. So, just to be clear.. Are you half demon-weapon or whole?" Because otherwise that is one freaky mom. Not that Satsuki has room to talk.

"When a weapon and meister pair resonate, they amplify and return the meister's soul wavelength at the very least. It creates more power. It also allows for them to make use of skills that the weapon brings to the partnership. I'm able to manipulate a meister's wavelength in various ways, as well as my own. It lets me work with anyone, even those who haven't been trained as meisters."

Lecture over ~~surprise, Spirit both paid attention in school and does actually know things~~. He bows his head politely to her, and then offers his hand to Satsuki.

"Spirit Albarn, Death Scythe. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Satsuki. And I am as much a demon weapon as I am a human. I've never thought much about delineating one from the other. It's as much a part of me as anything else."

A blink, she looks from Satsuki to her father and back again. Finally she points at herself in the anime character fashion.

"Me?"

In retrospect, calling it "demon weapon" might be a little confusing.

"I guess...technically I am, since he's my dad," she says with a gesture to Spirit. "But my mom was his Meister, and that's how I ended up--but you're right in asking about it, the Weapon gene is genetic, it's just also recessive. Meisters and Weapons are regular humans, they just happen to have extraordinary abilities that make them different. There's nothing much special about me, actually."

Goddammit Maka this is not the time to be humble.

[Satsuki glances to the offered hand, then to Spirit. The urge to ignore it is there, but seeing as her goal is not to alienate her company, she accepts with a very strong grip.]

I see, your clarification is appreciated. Though I wonder, does your weaponized form differ by whomever is wielding you? [Granted it should have been obvious to Satsuki. Despite being a 'weapon', Ryuko is still very much her sister. Thinking about that strikes the Deputy Guardian with a brief pang of guilt, but she carries on as if nothing had happened.

That aside, Satsuki does not express any disapproval toward Maka's humbleness- she saw something much different when they were fighting after all.] I would beg to differ, but what I would like clarified is the purpose of meisters and their weapons. You remind me a bit of a group called Hunters here in Genessia. From what I understand they are trained to defeat monsters at a young age. Is it the same for you?

"Yes and no. I'm still a scythe regardless. But...In some ways it would be like comparing a simple kitchen knife to a scalpel. It depends on the meister, their skill, if and how we've worked together in the past..."

Does he look confused? Even Spirit is slightly confused by his own explanation.

"Form manipulation is a skill of most death scythes. But it's more...technique that changes. Lord Death was far more offensive. Stein, though, is just as focused on defense as he is offense. What I can do, and how, changes with the meister."

There is a long pause. "...I'm not good at explaining this. There weren't many weapons in my class who could do this the same way I can."

Spirit glances at Maka, and then sighs. "Weapons and meisters work for Lord Death and the appropriate vested interests around the world. In short, we're an extension of him--taming and collecting corrupted human souls, defeating witches. Maintaining balance, I guess. We're not going after the witches anymore, if Kid has his way."

And I hope he does, Spirit muses with a small smile.

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these guys say stupid shit when they're fighting what even

They'd fit right in with Gama and his whip of love.

Maka thinks men have severe problems and must be stopped. Whip of love is proof of this

Speaking of...

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Yay for random icons!

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CUTS IN LINE LIKE A BOSS [I'm headed out and didn't wanna be the one to hold things up]

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Wow Spirit shut up so talkative. /cough