Clutch Vs Pyrogram - RP

The emerald archer had recently come to the saddening conclusion during the Trail of Tears Event revolving around losing his energy stabilization ring. Through sheer tenacity and determination the Paragon averted any major destruction which usually was inevitable after losing such a necessity to utilize and control his powers. Inherently unable to control his energetic powers without resulting in catastrophic explosions his ring was paramount to overcoming such dangers. Luckily learning to control his abilities the young archer was taken under the apprenticeship of Assault in a New York sewer system, surmounting his obstacles the Paragon once again donned his heroic duties learning powers were only one of the means to success. Sheer mental willpower and learning to control his inner abilities would go beyond his initial ringed strength, Pyro had entered a new phase of his life, a pivotal moment for a prestigious yet new hero.

Undergoing a frantically paced week of maddening effect after hearing about a retired hero archer who was fabled as the king of the bow, using the The Paragon Team Supercomputer Pyro had successfully located and pin-pointed an Asian mountain range as the possible location for such a man, if he existed.Having recently been given a glove from Animus which allowed the emerald knight to manifest energy arrows upon his bow compensating for the unfortunate loss of his ring. He still could not "create" major constructs without backfiring though, only able through the gloves help to utilize minor manifestations of his uncanny ability.

Somewhere in Asia

Freely jumping through the Asian forest his characteristically green attire blended in perfectly to the serene emerald and verdant background of shrubbery and luminous plants, the tranquility opposing the compressed concrete city life he so easily accepted as reality seemed rather enclosed and tragic when compared to such marvelous wonders of the natural world, the smells and natural decorative of the forest floor almost regimenting itself yet in an unorganized fashion with random roots sprawling out in nonsensical directions, but if one looked close enough these roots could be tracked back the mother trees. A complexly disorganized system of evolutionary perfection.

Throwing off his jacket due to the harsh temperatures his glowing eyes surveyed the area as he stopped coming to a crouched position upon of a tree branch the Paragon wearily gazed forwards. Searching for nearly two days for this hero had tired Pyro out, skipping the stealthy approach he performed what his mentor had once done to him, plucking up an arrow from his quiver attaching a red flare to the end, his eyes trained upon the sky his arms pulling back upon the bow. Simply firing a red flare into the sky it was eclipsed with a crimson glow hopefully altering anybody to his current location. He stayed atop of the tree branch awaiting whatever happened next, sweat idly dripping from his forehead.

Some men play the games of war forever vowing to live and die by the code that forces them to eternally endure in the constant struggles of wrong and right,making them slaves to adopted mindsets and pawns in other men's battles. The man who sat silently in a trance like state on a mossy rock in the rugged mountainous terrain of Asia was not cut from that cloth. Falcon had fled from the places that that lifestyle was constantly perpetuated at and adopted a more humble one in a geographically placed sanctum of peace far from civilization. Solace and serenity where the only things that he cared about,even though the life force inside of him urged to be released through combat and victory. For so long he had let the beast slumber in his belly but the fires remained hot like ashes of a blacksmiths coals,waiting to be ignited by even the slightest breath of air.

The Sage was in a full state of meditation and zen as he dove into the recesses of his mind to keep his almost primal thirst for action at bay by continuously repeating a mantra in a dead language that was said to have been forgotten,even by the ancients. The I-Ching Force energies swirled in side its physical shell to create a tempest of raw ethereal power as Falcon sat with his legs crossed under the beaming rays of the sun. Never had he thought that becoming a hermit was his path , but sometimes one had to withdraw from the things they loved most to find an inner peace unattainable by many.

As his thoughts moved in unison with his chi he soon began to lift from his body into the astral plane and he could began to feel his spirit protrude from his body as his chanting got louder and faster in his head, but the outer body experience was abruptly cut short as his senses alerted him to the fizzing sound of a flare soaring through the sky a few miles away . His eyes opened and quickly darted to the red beacon which was airborne and the trail it left behind before falling to the ground. In seconds he was able to deduce the point of origin and slowly brought himself to a standing position as he overlooked the dense jungle from his rocky vantage point. Normally these signs were something he would ignore , but this place was not known to have any inhabitants except the tribesmen that hunted animals for food and his curiosity spiked as he began to wonder about what circumstances would bring a flare gun to a secluded place like this. In what seemed like no time at all he grabbed the bow and quiver of arrows that he gently placed next to the rock then dashed downhill into the lush greenery with a display of immense speed and agility until he was under the canopy of trees.

His mind raced as his body somehow glided through the obstacle course of plant-life that was his home until he reached the spot he believed the flare was sent from. Falcon's heart pumped with adrenaline he had not felt for some time now , but even then he was silent with a fine control of his breathing and chuckled to himself because the person who was there did not display the same discipline as him. With heightened senses he could tell where the person was by the foreign smell that they gave off , the sound of there sweat dripping against a trees thick limb , and he could see the flaws in the attempt at camouflage. It had been so long since he spoke to anyone but himself but something told him to speak in his native tongue. His deep voice cutting the silence.

"What do you want with me?"

Emerald eyes glared downwards his studious gaze locking onto the questioning figure below, the man stood with an empowering dominance clearly boasting his own significance undoubtedly being the fabled archer. His words cut through the placid earthly silence, the young archer removed his line launcher a device which shoots out a steel line in both directions (or one) making a zip line, or a tightrope to walk on through buildings in the city. Jumping off of the branch usually would have ended up breaking a knee or fracturing a bone from this height however mid jump his arm extended upwards shooting his zip-line into the branch as he lowered himself down slowly and controlled his feet meeting the undergrowth of the forest crackling as they squashed the brown decaying leaves.

A click of a button retracted his rope dart back into the metal sheath before attaching it back upon his utility belt, respectfully nodding to the man the Paragon spoke, his arms now idly resting behind of his back his iconic bow slung across of his right shoulder "I have come to request..." Would he say training?... "...Teaching" His right eye glowed bright green before subsiding back to normality. Unsure how the man would respond to his breach of tranquility, possibly angered due to the fact his flare had probably frightened off much of the wildlife combined with the fact he was positively festooned with a variety of deadly weaponry. Not an exactly friendly looking visit.

Falcon attempted to understand the meaning behind the arrival of a man who wished to be under his tutelage and pondered at the thought like it was something deeper then it was. Of course the day would come when someone would seek out his talent because of the legacy he had left behind, of course someone would attempt to usher him back into the fray because of his seemingly unmatched skill. The Jade Archer stood still for what seemed like an eternity as if he was a stone statue, his anatomy displaying the type of perfect human specimen he was. His skin bronze and smooth while his eyes were covered with a simple green band that circled his head meeting at the back with a tight knot,his blonde hair long and curly. The magnificent hand-crafted longbow that he named the Tiger Lilly rest on his left shoulder while his quiver held a myriad of arrows, a beautiful gold hawks feathers had been used to form the fletchings at the end of his obsidian arrowhead projectiles.

Clutch looked at his guest with a gaze that pierced the body and instead reached the soul. He could always tell a lot by looking at a person in their eyes from years of analyzing targets and studying the psychology of a human through movements and mannerisms. He determined that whoever this man was ,was indeed true of heart and coming to him with honor that all students of masters showed. The flash of a bright green light from the youngster intrigued him even further as he instantly came to the conclusion that an energy ,much like his rested inside the man and constantly begged to be brought out of him. He thought of many things before giving the unnamed visitor a response to the request made and before answering slowly,methodically gave a prayer to the wind then drew an arrow from its rawhide quiver and readied a shot as he drew the string with immense strength. The deadly flying dagger trained on the young man.

"If there is fear in your heart it must be relinquished. If you want to become a student of mine you must show me your worth by staying alive until my last arrow is drawn. Then I'd might consider you a person with devotion to the craft but first, you will have no fear."

The last words of his brief speech meet with the sound of his arrow being catapulted directly at the head of Pyrogram, seamlessly followed by a cluster of three more arrows aimed at the places he predicted the target would move. He smiled as he then dashed into the foliage and lept into a tree to execute his guerilla warfare tactics and begin the trial of an up and coming archer.

The Paragon idly stood still as the man studiously studied him. During this team he took the moments to analyse the man himself, yet he was no detective or studying protege so instead he nonchalantly gazed upwards into the forest heights lost in awe at it's serenity. His green eyes slowly swayed back to the legendary archer widened slightly at the unnecessary sight of an arrow trained upon his face. Listening intently to his words his heart started to race understanding what this would entail. A single nod was a testament to his understanding prior to performing an elegant combat roll backwards before the fabled archer had even finished his brief speech knowing the arrow would soon depart, and the arrow so did depart as it flew overheard avoiding him by a long shot smashing into some leaves behind.

Another trio of arrows were accelerated through the air towards of the young archer, his torso contorted sidewards avoiding one deadly arrow which would have collided with his liver, another arrow avoided as he ducked downwards dodging the secondary one attempting to embed itself into his face before the third arrow dug deep into his left bicep causing a sheering pain to envelop his mind, a scream of pure agony reverberated throughout of the entire forest sending birds to fly out of the tree tops. Rolling to the side while removing the arrow, his scarf was removed from his head creating a makeshift bandage which instantly turned red with blood. Pressing his index finger upon the wound creating some thermal energy, it was cauterized almost instantly averting any major blood loss.

Running into the distance dropping a green smoke bomb trying to perform some sort of stealth maneuvers he simply ran into the opposite direction of his possibly future mentor, gripping his bow tightly within his palms placing a grappling hook style arrowhead upon it ready to perform a few tricks of his own in the near future...

A rush of nostalgia hit the Jade Archer as he watched the Paragon ballet through his minuscule onslaught of arrows with grace that reminded him of his first lessons under the tutelage of the Dragon Sage. Only one of his four projectiles managed to reach his target and Falcon smiled at the thought of furthering the feud between the two archers of the green spectrum. A glimmer of hope reflected against his eyes as he watched with intent the next moves of his soon to be student. In a matter of seconds a green smoke cascaded the dense forest in an attempt to cloud Falcon's vision but his senses had been honed to extreme measures and he could hear the feet of Pyrogram pound against the jungle floor in the opposite direction even though his eyes could not pinpoint the Emerald Arrowman's exact location. This was already proving to be an endeavor that Clutch would enjoy. Focusing his chi in a brief meditative stance on a branch high above the lush mezzanine he allowed his voice to echo through the maze of plant life as he called out to Pyrogram.

"You plan on being on the defensive ? Fine."

Falcon rushed through the green smoke with a series of ninja-like movements through the trees, barely using the branches as support to leap from one vantage point to another as if he was a primate in its natural habitat. When Pyrogram was once again in his line of sight he jumped from above by rolling himself into a tight ball with his bow firmly rested in the center. Upon landing with a light touch a few feet away from the young hero he rolled even further to close the distance between the two and unraveled into a spinning sweep aimed at the legs of his opponent , then pushed himself up with his upper body into a one-arm handstand while his other limb held the bow tightly. It was true that this would be a contest of archery but Falcon decided to test the man's limits when it came to close quarter combat. Still facing Pyrogram in his obscure stance he continued his assessment of the Paragon's hand to hand prowess by sending kicks from his upside down position before lifting himself backwards onto his feet, then closing in once again in no time at all by sending a quick barrage of jabs aimed to tap the jaws of the city-dweller.

Simultaneously withdrawing once more and loading his bowstring to rid his quiver of a few of his arrows he let off with a shot of 2 more of the precious feathered projectiles , this time aiming at the quiver and bow of the impressive Pyrogram hoping to knock them from his grasp. Falcon decided he would keep his position and await the counter-attack instead of fleeing this time. He could feel the weight of his custom made quiver shift and without looking could tell he was down to only 10 arrows now. He would make the most of them before this scrimmage of skill ended.