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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 1:31:03 AM
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[i]After Ylon had exited the courtyard of the Dojo, a separate figure entered the fray.
Standing at five foot six, the girl's body was engulfed in a pair of pure white robes with thick pockets, with bright red accents decorating them in a rather unique fashion. A white fabric hood hung from the back of the robe, while a red bow held the robe together at the neckpiece of the outfit. Underneath this was a thin, dark red plaid dress, while her white dress ended at her knees. Clothing her legs were white leggings, while the shoes she wore were black combat boots, tightened onto her as if she was actually ready for a fight. Her face certainly said she was.
The girl appeared to be about eighteen, with high, shallow cheekbones, an angular face, smooth olive skin and a small nose. Her golden eyes darted towards the young man within the courtyard, her short, boyish brown hair gleaming slightly in the sunlight that boomed down upon her. Sheathed onto her back was a five foot eleven inch long claymore sword, the hilt of the weapon being crafted out of gold, as the blade was gleaming steel. A short sword hung at her side, with the singular name "Marcia" engraved into it's blade.
The girl, presumably Marcia, grinned slowly at the man within the arena that had just defeated what had seemed to be the better fighter.[/i] "Hope you're still up for a fight. Better be, I won't be holding back." [i]Her voice only said that she was nothing but a snobbish, self-centered person, and she couldn't have too many friends acting like that. In truth, it wasn't like she cared.[/i]
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[i]The moment she opened her mouth, Zachary knew instantly that he disliked Marcia. That wasn't saying much, as Zach disliked many people, and he didn't make many friends like that, either. He looked the girl over, his bright, blue eyes narrowing as they reached Marcia's face. He wiped what dust was on his New Magnesium straight sword off with his left, gloved hand, then gripped its handle tightly with both of his ambidextrous hands, ready for a duel. Silently, he wondered to himself if the rich, snobby girl even knew how to start a duel properly, but that was about to be found out.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 10/11/2016 1:57:50 AM[i]Marcia didn't bother to remove her robes at the moment, she preferred to keep them on at all times. She had never dueled against one with a blade, but even then, there was a first time for everything. She reaches for the gold and steel claymore blade on her back, drawing the weapon slowly out of it's sheath with her thin right hand. She held it out at her side, while she raised up her left hand. A bright, translucent light began surrounding Marcia's left hand, swirling around her left arm and eventually, her entire body like a beautiful spectrum. She had tapped into the arcane, and revealed her magical capabilities to Zach.[/i] "...Impressed? Doubt you even possess the intelligence to pull some of this off!" [i]Marcia's bragging nature took over as a loud, obnoxious laugh escaped her throat and sounded over the courtyard. Either she was really, really stupid...or this was just part of her plan. And writer to writer...yeah, she was just pretty stupid.[/i]
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"You're wasting your breath," [i]Zach sighed as he got low into a stance that would make for easy acceleration. He waited until Marcia was done showing off, which, if he was to be honest with himself, he thought wouldn't be for a while. He took one look at Marcia's magic and sighed inwardly; to Zach, magic was an obstacle he had to overcome if he was to ever be good at combat, as he had no mage blood inside of him whatsoever. Brandishing his sword, he tapped its tip twice on the dirt ground of the courtyard, taking slow, steady breaths. The same butterflies in his stomach that came right before anything competitive started, including duels, came to him; would he win? Lose? Would he tragically mess up? Would he do a single thing well? These questions flew through his mind, and Zach forcefully shut them out, telling himself to focus.[/i]
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"Shut it!" [i]Marcia yelled shrilly at Zachary, the grin still present on her face as a lust for violence could be seen within her golden eyes. She raised up her left hand, and slowly crushed her palm as she was slightly raised into the air. Marcia was hovering above the barren ground, and she held the golden claymore at her right side. She took a position within the air as if she was about to throw herself at Zachary in a rather violent fashion.[/i] (Take Flight = 50 MP) (1250 - 50 = 1200 MP Remaining)
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[i]Zachary looked up at the now-floating Marcia, lifting his arms and hands slightly from his sides before dropping them, slack by his sides.[/i] "Well, what do you want me to do now?" [i]He called out to the girl, unsure how floating in the air benefited her at all; then again, he was expelled from school, what did he know.[/i]
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"What do I want? I want you to shut your mouth, you filthy animal." [i]Immediately, the rather rash, violent mage propelled herself towards Zachary, grasping the leather grip of the claymore in her olive hands tightly and swinging at Zachary's right side, immediately propelling back afterwards. A hit-and-run tactic, except with a rather large weapon in small, weaker hands. It was as if Marcia was actually afraid of getting in a melee duel with Zachary, considering how quickly she tried to withdraw.[/i]
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[i]Marcia calling Zach a 'filthy animal' gave him some flashbacks; flashbacks to elementary school, where he was bullied constantly, jabbed about his appearance and bruised after school. In his eyes, Marcia was another one of those kids—and he got angry. So, when Marcia made a slash at him, his anger gave him strength, his anger gave him skill. So he easily blocked her claymore with his own straight sword, his slender remaining firm. The man pounded his toes into the ground, and in four steps he had accelerated to max speed; twenty three miles an hour, something he was steadily improving. He rushed at Marcia, and in seconds, his left foot was just beside Marcia's left so his chest was facing the girl, as he swung with his sword gripped tightly with both gloved hands, towards Marcia's abdomen.[/i]
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[i]Marcia's golden eyes widened as the claymore was deflected, and Zachary's blade was heading straight towards her side. In a effort to defend herself, the young, physically weak mage raised her golden sword in a blocking position, both blades slamming into each other. Marcia yelped in surprise as her guard was immediately broken by Zachary's slash. Since she was hovering, she immediately spiraled backwards into the air, eventually stopping herself when she was about six feet away from her opponent. [/i] "..Idiot.." [i]Her face turned a brilliant crimson, pure hatred within her young eyes as she recovered. Marcia was embarrassed.[/i] [i]An orb of midnight blue energy began to form slowly within her thin left hand, but simply stuck there as if she was gripping it tightly. Which funny enough, she wasn't. Marcia hovered in place, waiting for Zachary for...some reason.[/i]
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[i]As Marcia waited, that was where she made her mistake; Zach was fast, and he knew it. He'd ran at sixteen miles an hour in sixth grade, and had been training vigorously for the past five years to increase that speed; tying bags of sand to his legs as he sprinted at top speed in mountain climate, regardless of rain or snow. And so he rushed at the hovering Marcia, legs pounding into the ground, propelling him forward with the speed of a slow-driving car, gripping his blade tightly. He only wished to prove that Marcia was no better than he, not kill her--he'd long done his fair share of murdering. When Zach was two feet away from Marcia he leaped up with surprising height, another thing the man had been training on. He raised his blade, and as he reached the peak of his leap he brought it down in a vertical slash at Marcia's right shoulder, his lips pursed in concentration as his face beaded with sweat; the butterflies in his stomach were gone, replaced by the intensity and speed of combat, leaving no room for thought besides what he was going to do next.[/i]
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[i]The intense blushing still present, Marcia swung the claymore sword at Zachary in response, but the blade of her weapon was sent crashing down to the earth. The pure force sent Marcia turning in response, her eyes widening as Zachary was about to slam into her, while her claymore's blade was embedded within the earth. But she had an idea, it seemed, evident by the cruel glint within her young eyes. After the claymore broke through the ground, she slammed her left palm into Zachary's chest, the blue orb finding it's way onto his clothing. The impact sent Marcia back, and she tripped on her own footing and hit her head upon the ground. Groaning in pain, blood appeared to be dripping from the back of her head from the fall. Although she was wounded, she began crawling away, while the translucent arcane orb remained on Zachary.[/i]
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[i]Zach stumbled backwards from the shove, and stared wide-eyed at the blue orb that was thrown onto him. He raised his straight sword, trying to back away the orb of arcane energy on him, clearly not knowing shit about magic. Zach let out a low growl in his throat, before launching himself angrily, again, at Marcia, aiming a powerful thrust with his straight sword towards Marcia's abdomen, the light yet strong blade whistling quickly through the air. His determination to win was shone clearly in his focused, blue eyes, not only for his probably already poor reputation at the dojo, but also for the satisfaction of beating a stuck up, snobby, talented rich girl like Marcia.[/i]
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[i]Incapable of blocking or dodging, Marcia yelled out in anguish as the blade then ripped through the pure white robe and dress, finding it's way into Marcia's flesh and tearing through her, to the point where it protruded from her back. Her body now pressed against Zachary's, she crushed her left hand as the orb attached to Zachary gleamed brightly and suddenly exploded in a burst of brilliant light. The explosion of arcane energy sent Marcia flying back, the sword ripping out of her body as she did so, while it would have sent Zachary back as well due to the pure force. The female mage landed about twenty feet away from Zachary, slowing rising as blood dripped from the wound in her abdomen. Even then, she wasn't willing to give up. Not now.[/i] (Orb of Imminent Destruction - 75 MP) (1200 - 75 = 1125 MP Remaining)
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[i]As the orb exploded, Zachary was sent flying, landing on the courtyard on his back, still skidding, leaving long scrapes on his back; however he landed a hit, and while in many duels that was the end of the battle, the first person to land a hit, however in this particular one that was clearly not the case. So, he pushed himself up, fighting through the pain. If a fight to the death was what Marcia wanted, then a fight to the was what Zach would give. Taking a deep breath, Zach kept the grip of his blade by his waist with the tip of the sword pointing up, planting his toes into the ground, before launching forward with another mad dash. He was on Marcia in seconds, aiming another swift yet powerful thrust with his sword, this time toward's Marcia's left shoulder.[/i]
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[i]Rising up from the barren ground and shaking from the intense pain, Marcia's face suddenly contorted into a look of fright as Zachary charged, her right hand immediately reaching for the short sword at her side in a panicked manner as he came closer and closer. The metal sliding out of it's steel holster, she raised it upwards and swung at the incoming blade, knocking it away and yet bouncing back herself. Marcia slid against the barren ground, both the wound in the back of her head and the sword stab in her abdomen bleeding heavily, yet she attempted to ignore the pain. It wasn't working, clearly, and Marcia held her abdomen and gasped in apparent anguish as more blood fell from the wound. Zachary could've probably left her to bleed out, to tell the honest truth. This was the first time in her life that the girl had been fatally wounded, and she was no expert in healing wounds.[/i]
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(1250-50) (1200) [i]A purple light could be seen as Marcia's head wound instantly healed and her stab wound started to slowly close. Soon after; Violet came running out.[/i] "What are you doing?!"
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[i]Marcia didn't even turn to look at Violet, for she seemed to have been leaving. Ripping the claymore from the earth, she only silently looked back at Zach before passing Violet. Tears of embarrassment were latched onto her face.[/i]
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[i]Violet followed her sister, but didn't speak. She knew her sister well enough to understand that talking about it would make it worse for Marcia.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 10/12/2016 8:34:08 PM[i]As the two passed by a target, a scream of utmost rage escaped her throat as she turned towards the target, raising both hands as a massive orb formed within her palms as a beam of bright blue energy escaped her hands. The beam decimated the target immediately, incinerating it's straw body in an instant. Marcia fell to her knees afterwards, staring at the destruction she had caused.[/i] (Arcane Stream - 450 MP) (1125 - 450 = 675 MP Remaining)
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[i]Violet knelt by her sister and hugged her.[/i] "You're okay. Everything is alright. You'll beat'em next time."
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"...W-Will I?" [i]Marcia's voice cracked a little, her eyes staring at the barren dirt beneath her. She didn't know how to respond to Violet. Yes, they were sisters, but...this meant a lot to Marcia, truly.[/i]
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[i]Violet continued to embrace her sister.[/i] "You're capable of anything when you put your mind to it. You're the most stubborn sister I have, so if you want to beat him then you will beat him."
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[i]Marcia only remained silent, but rose after a minute of sobbing. She turned slowly towards Violet, before pulling her into a long, tight hug, placing her chin on her sister's shoulder.[/i]
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[i]Zachary fell back, using his left glove to wipe the blood off his straight sword as to avoid rusting. Examining Marcia's wounds, he couldn't help but feel bad for injuring her so; however she acted like a b*tch, and that was what she got. He sheathed his straight sword, sighing slightly.[/i] "This duel's over," [i]He said matter-of-factly, looking at Marcia, his bright blue eyes meeting her golden ones.[/i] "Get those wounds checked out. If you need help getting to wherever you need to go for patching up, just say so." [i]He wasn't a complete jackass to even those he disliked; he was nice enough to provide aid to the wounded, no matter what they'd done or said to him.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 10/12/2016 7:32:38 AM[i]The girl only stood still, her blushing face going back to it's olive color as the blushing subsided slowly. A look of anger crossed Marcia's face, but instead of taking it out on Zachary in a flurry of spells, energy and arcane, she stomped over to where her claymore was embedded into the dirt, and ripped the weapon from the ground after sheathing her own sword. It took both hands and a couple of minutes to rip it from the earth. Marcia only looked back at Zach with no emotion, before sighing and turning away from the young man. One of her sisters had arrived and begun to heal her wounds. She didn't care. She didn't care for anything at the moment. For tears of fury and embarrassment were latched onto the mage's face as she left the courtyard, for she had felt defeat for the first time in her life.[/i] ((And fin. Nice.)
