No, Shut Up! I'm Cool and Strong! (Closed/Hunt?)

Well... at least he was trying his best. That was all that mattered right? Pluton "Tartar-sauce" Cronus was tossing metal disk after metal disk at a large oak tree to little avail. He had managed to land one or two scratches upon the tree admittedly, one disk had even lodged itself totally into the wood, but with six disks and performing ten cycles... it was hardly something to be proud of. Despite this the man had perhaps the goofiest and dumbest grin on his face, throwing disk after disk in ways he interpreted as looking "stylish" or "cool." The overhand, the underhand, the backhand and even without looking at his target... hilariously that had been the one which logged itself in the tree. His accuracy was ridiculously bad.

But with every miss would come a grimace and a wave of anger, a deep-rooted sign or a small sigh. The young man knew little to nothing of Grimm, having ignored and shed what little his parents had told him. With every sigh and tsk he became, even if only for a moment, more visible to grimm in the surrounding area. This would have come to a head when throwing the last disk of the most current set, throwing the blade sky high in an underhand motion it did stick into the tree... a good two feet out of his reach.

Smirking wildly he made his way toward the tree, first picking up the five disks which had missed the tree, before making his way toward the old oak. Reaching up he found himself unable to reach the disk, though he was proud... he did very much want to grab it. Jumping to grasp it however his fingers were scratched on the array of spikes along it's edge; preventing him from grasping the disk.

Letting out a hiss with a muttering of, "Stupid weapon doesn't want to obey it's owner, despite how well I threw it." the short man, enraged, began to kick and punch at the tree's bark. Though with every blow he shook the tree, even beginning to uproot it in places, the disk refused to budge. Brows furrowing further he began to climb the tree, wrapping his arms around it and almost throwing himself up, unaware of who or what was watching. His five retrieved disks piled at the bottom of the tree.

Now, given Pluton's position in relation to the beast one might have expected some kind of cool attack. Grabbing the disk before dropping perhaps, slashing the blade deep into the beast... maybe even landing atop it and pinning it with his massive size. However, having made his ways up to the disk he was still struggling to pull it from the tree, grunting and grumbling, being up so high he had lost the leverage the ground gave him. With a loud "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he finally drew the blade free of the tree, but with the force he used to pull and the lack of grip he had on the tree Pluton "Tartar" Hades was sent flying from the tree and landed a good two and a half feet away from the trunk; disk in hand.

With a slight laugh, in an attempt to overcome the pain in his back he rose... only to see some kind of massive pig between himself and the rest of his weapon. He paused for only a moment, the single blade he had in his right while his left was empty. Quite unsure what to do, he would fight on the fly! It was time to prove his worth to the academy! Mildly yellow teeth formed a wide, and frankly ridiculous, smirk. He threw the blade in an overhand motion, spinning and spiralling as it flew... a good half a foot above the beast's head. It would miss the creature totally and stick into the tree... just above it's brothers and sisters at the tree's base.

He let out a sound, quite similar to the one he had initially... albeit shorter and louder, before rather stupidly deciding to rush the pig. Now, Tartar had rarely encountered grimm... the ones he had were beowulves and not some kind of titchy little pig. This meant he thought it would be small pickings... not realising just how deadly a wild boar could be. Natural and typical boars were arguably more deadly than bears, certainly faster, and their tusks could gore a man to death incredibly quickly. Having no idea of this he simply ran toward the beast, throwing a punch at the fake (red painted) eye on the centre of the bone plaque on its forehead. He would quickly realise that this blow as not enough, whether it landed or not. Sweating and eyes growing wide he'd swipe with his left arm in a wild almost haymaker manor. Hoping to hit just about anything before it could hit him.

Damages:

When the fist connected, doing next to no damage, Pluton was indeed rather shaken. The large boar's immediate twisting and turning caught his arm in it's sharp tusks. Before he could even think or understand quite what the big pig was doing he was hurled through the air; his back meeting with a tree opposite and borderline winding him before he met the ground. Coughing and wheezing slightly, he quickly staggered back to his feet. He'd already hurt his back in the fall and this subsequent bash wasn't helping it at all. He knew it would be for the best to grab his weapon, at least one of the disks, and try to slice or slash with it... but with the beast standing guard before them he didn't stand much of a chance.

Scanning the ground around him he managed to quickly swipe up a rock, it was only around the size of a baseball and crude in formation but it would have to do. Tossing it toward the beast, his throw much better with this ball shaped rock than a heavy metal frisbee. He was trying to hit one of the four eyes on either side of it's face but he could very well have hit a tusk or bone. Though the toss was strong and the impact would hurt a regular person quite a lot, it was more meant as a taunt than anything. He cried out, "Hey! How're you gonna hit me from all the way over there! Stupid pig!"

The pig couldn't do much from all the way over there... at least he assumed, so he thought the use of ranged attacks might force it to rush in. If it would he was prepared though, crouched as low as the massive man could he was going to make an attempt to dive around the beast at the last possible second; toward his right and rush toward the tree with his disks beneath it. Picking up two as soon as he arrived, one for each hand. This was of course a massive gamble, if the pig itself tended to far to it's left he could have been crushed and gored but he didn't really believe he stood much of a chance otherwise. And if the beast did has some sort of secret technique, well, he had no idea about the potential of any of those.

Damages:

Having reached his weapon, a cocky smirk took shape on pluton's face. Picking up two of the six disks, it was only then that he remembered how bad his accuracy had been... perhaps reaching these wasn't the tactic he had pursued... attacking the beast as it collided with the tree was probably better. Internally cursing himself, though the smirk faded from his face, Pluton had to react quickly as the beast rushed toward him again. With little hesitation he threw the disk in his right in an overhand fling; spinning clockwise as it flew through the air. His accuracy was awful, and this was a moving target, but with how the beast was running at him there was a high likelihood that the blade would imbed itself in the creature's head or upper back. Not having the time to dodge, not wanting to give up any more land to his opponent, the untrained hunter unwisely dug his feet in and braced against his weapon/armour. Hands at three and nine o'clock on the 25 cm radius disk he took the blow; force rippling through his body as his shoes cut up brown dirt. The was pushed over half a meter from the tree.

Speaking of cutting up the blade he was using as a shield was, of course, jagged around it's edges. Gripping it so hard in an attempt to stand strong had cut up Pluton's right hand quite badly and so he was forced to let go with it. Now rather half-hazrdly only using his left hand to hold the disk and defend he attempted to rain blow after blow after blow on the top of the pig's wide back. Open handed smacks with relatively little attention to aim. There were three "back-smack" blows in total, attempts to force the beast down or to back off at the very least; potentially simply hitting the blocks of white that sporadically coated the pig's back though one or two may have found black flesh.

If the disk he had thrown was in his view, having completed these three smacks, he would attempt to grab it and remove it from the beast... not that this was a great idea either.

HP/AURA:

Having pulled the disk from it's head Pluton lost his balance briefly, the disk he was using as a shield was forced away and the pushback speed of the boar drastically increased. Horns and bone head meeting with his chest Pluton took not only and initial blow from the beast but another one when his back met with the tree behind him; only preventing himself from crashing through it by digging in his feet and pushing back with all his might against the pig. Even then the tree was making load groans and creaks, as if it were moments away from falling. Feeling his front pierced by the boar and his back bashed for a second time Pluton knew he was in trouble. The hand holding the disk he had been using to block was pinned beneath the boar's tusks but the one he had used to pull the disk from it's head was free to move. Without hesitation he brought his free, disk wielding, hand down in an attempt to force the blade back into the hole in the pig's forehead and push even deeper into it's skull.

Having plunged with the blade toward and into it's head he would release it and once again rain down three punches on the beast from his pinned position. Blows intended to simply hit the head around the point he had aimed to slice into with the disk in an attempt to push the beast down and off of him. He was panting incredibly heavily, blood was beginning to show up on his white shirt, but his tenacity was preventing him from giving in. His want to survive this and become better as a hunter. "Why won't you just die!"

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