Gwenrhian
1 femtosecond. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but it only took that much time for Gwenrhian to spring into motion after the teacher had declared the beginning of the match. She broke off into a run, her quirk thrumming to life; the blood in her veins flowed smoother, her brain cells sparked to life -electric impulses firing off from several hundred thousand if not millions of synapses all at once-, her nervous system quickened -as if supped up with biological turbo-, her semi-circular canals -responsible for perception of locomotion and balance- seemed to flair with a mystical complexity that allowed the girl to detect even the most minute of shifts in her body’s condition and adjust herself accordingly...While impulse drive might not have been a quirk that allowed its user to become a powerhouse externally, it made the internal working of their body a well-oiled quantum machine.
By the time she’d taken her second step, her quirk had already settled into a mid-intensity rhythm. She immediately began to strip down, whisking her coat off her shoulders and letting it disappear into the compact storage devices hidden within her gloves. The next things to disappear were all her swords, and blades -which would’ve certainly been of no use given the situation. One by one, pieces of her equipment disappeared until the only visible weapons on her person were the pair of nunchaku strapped to her legs.
Her eyes flickered back and forth, first to her immediate surroundings, and next to a nearby stash of dodgeballs -and she unhesitatingly choose the latter. After several deciseconds of observation, she'd determined that the environment was very much to her liking, but wouldn't particularly hinder anyone one from following. While she could certainly scramble up a tree and across the branches with the deftness of a monkey -thus ensuring she could outmaneuver her opponent- that wasn't exactly applicable in this situation.
The concrete jungle was certainly a welcome setting which she could use to her advantage, but she didn't believe she was anymore adept at climbing stairs than anyone else in this class. Since the environment wasn't going to be too much of an advantage to her, she opted to secure her means of offense first and foremost. Even as she motioned to snatch one of the bags of IHA-issued dodgeballs, her mind was still at work charting a feasible path of movement through the concrete maze of structures. Her now azure pupils swept towards a nearby set of stairs -particularly the 8th step in series- and immediately after, to the stone arch not even 10ft away. A short distance away from that arch were a series of stone pillars, and beyond that? Well- the stone age architecture obstructed her view, and as such she couldn't tell. Nevertheless, the moment her fingers were tightly secured around the neck of the bag, she was off, a flurry of steps falling across the ground as she scrambled up the stairs.
When she reached the 8th stair, her body twisted, and with an exertion of force, she leaped off the heaven-ascending structure and towards the curved arch. With dodgeballs in hand, her remaining arm slipped by the frills of her skirt, and she seized the handle of her utility whip. With a deft -and obviously experienced- motion, the whipped cracked through the air, the length of its body wrapping around the stone arch rather securely. The silver, white and black-clad holy maiden swung right under the arch, her momentum taking her in an upwards arc. As she reached the apex of her swing, a slight of wrist freed her whip from its anchor point and the girl soared briefly through the air. Given her significantly increased altitude she was able to give a cursory scan of the battlefield, and more importantly the locations of many students who'd either yet to hide, or hadn't hidden well enough. She was only able to observe for a fleeting moment before she landed on a stone pillar, and immediately made like the wind, dancing across the stone structures with illusory, unseen wings.
Gweneira
Following her eldest sister's example, Gweneira sprung into motion. She hadn't aimed for any dodgeballs, however, but instead, she rushed to the nearest alcove and hid. Now secluded in a stony embrace, the uncertain expression on her face melted into was of pure, unconcealed glee. Suppressing the urge to break into a fit of delirious laughter, she slid her hand through the air, gesturing as several small bowls came into being. Within each bowl were two pills -with the exception being the bowl furthest to the left, which held five pills. The pills were all of various different shapes, sizes, and colors, but they all had one thing in common, they'd been made using ingredients generously gifted by her classmates.
She stared down at the pills affectionately, her greatest creations to date. She had no clue what they did, but she was eager to use this exercise to figure out. She waved her hand once more, and most of the bowls disappeared, leaving three. These particular pills seemed to glimmer with the faint light of mystery, simply begging that their creator use them first -and who was Gweneira to deny them their request?
Included among the bowls was the leftmost bowl, which totaled up to 9 pills in all. Starting with the pills in the leftmost bowl, Gweneira plucked one out and inspected it. The pill was as black as -if not more so- the night itself and was shaped like the twisted fangs of some gnarled creature. A dark mist ,that seemed to seethe with corrupted, wafted off its surface, coiling about in the air as if it were sentient, forming what vaguely seemed to be the image of a terrifying demonic visage -it's horrid lips set into a permanent snarl. The pill was hot; though not enough to burn it clearly smoldered with a sinister heat. These particular pills were formed after she'd scrapped Parker's dried blood off the bottom of one of her cauldrons and used it in her alchemy. Blood was rather thick with a person's DNA and thus, these pills had come out the best out of all the ones she'd made, and she'd also managed to produce the most of them.
She placed the pill back into its bowl, and moved to the right, turning her attention to the set of pills in the middle. Within that bowl were two pills, with ghastly purple coloration, and faintly shaped like swords. They seemed to flicker in and out of existence appearing...spectral. They had no scent, nor did they effuse heat. These pills had been made from the scant traces of Lucas' saliva that'd been left on the bowl he'd been drinking from. She was particularly eager to see the effect that these would have upon being crushed into a powered or liquefied into a paste.
The last set of pills were -of course- from Pari, and they were by far the oddest in appearance. The pills were rectangular, like miniature playing cards, though given their size they instead appeared to be rather slim squares of bubblegum. Upon their surfaces were the flittering images of Spades, Hearts, Diamonds, and Clubs, constantly switching from one suit to the other -unsure of which they wanted to be. One thing was certain though, they were Jokers. If the fancy subscripted 'J' imprinted in their right, upper corner wasn't enough of a clue, the pills emitted unsettling laughter, quivering as they did so. It was a jovial kind of laughter, but any laughter stemming from an inanimate object became rather queer by default.
Having quite a limited number of pills, Gweneira hadn't been able to bear testing one of the pills beforehand, but the simulation presented the perfect opportunity to do so. This time, the mad scientist couldn't help herself, she threw her head back and cackled...
Gwenerys
Perhaps not the calmest, but certainly the most casual of the triplets, Gwenerys casually strolled through the field and towards the first bag of dodgeballs she saw. She popped open the bag and immediately stuck her hand into it, rubbing all over the dodgeballs until she'd left her mark on every single one of them. As she straightened her back, a satisfied expression plastered itself onto her lips. Grasping two dodgeballs, one in each arm, she raised them above her head, and simply dropped them. Rather than obey the universal law of gravity, the dodgeballs hovered in mid-air, before circling the youngest of the triplets protectively, staying more towards her rear.
With an arrogant, I'vealreadywonthiswholethingsojustgiveupnow look in her eyes, and a shit-eating smug grin on her face, she proudly walked through the field, daring anyone to take a crack at her. After a short moment of walking, the girl abruptly froze mid-stride. Her face flickered with realization. While strutting around like this was rather show-offish, she could be faaaar more ostentatious, right? Her eye gleamed as they fell onto the bag of dodgeballs beside her. "Walking is for peasants, this Queen shall move in style!" A disdainful smile on her face, she dumped the bag of dodgeballs onto the ground and got to work.
Several moments later a throne of dodgeballs floated through the air. Atop the throne was Gwenerys, her legs crossed and her elbow resting on a dodgeball. If her expression before was simply cocky, her expression now was almost contemptuous, and clearly self-satisfied. Quite pleased with her own unparalleled genius, she'd set her chin to rest upon the palm of one of her arms. The majestic traveling carpet of dodgeballs levitated her across the field as the obvious Queen of this stadium stalked her first prey, revelling in her own magnificence.
