[i]"Watching... Unless you are really up to another fight."[/i] [b]Damien shook his head and chuckled, not one to spar with a tired opponent.[/b] [b]But Damien looked more than ready for any challenge. His weapons all screamed with violence and a lust for action... And his belt was layered with all sorts of pouches and devices... Many clearly not meant for recreational use.[/b] [b]Beyond that, there was something hidden in his posture. And eagerness... A branded will for chaos and destruction. Damien was the insane entropy to the order around the Dojo, even if he didn't try to be...[/b] [i]"But... I'm always up for a good challenge."[/i]

"I'm not sure how much of a challenge I may provide," [i]Zach said, pulling his New Magnesium straight sword out once more. The fact that he didn't immediately dislike Damien was definitely better than some of the other people Zach had recently met; he wasn't easy to make friends, that was for sure.[/i] "But a duel's always welcome." [i]The butterflies in his stomach that were always there just before a duel came back, as Zach constantly questioned himself and his capability; would he do well in this duel? Would he fail? Would he be severely injured? All this nervousness was there, however it did not show; rather, Zach made it so that it seemed the opposite—that he wasn't nervous, that he was confident that he would do well. He faked a confident smile, lowering himself into a position where he could break into a sprint. He was ready whenever Damien was, and indicated that with a slight nod.[/i]

[i]"Eager mcbeaver. I like it kid... It's classy."[/i] [b]Damien didn't really mean to be rude, he just assumed anyone younger than him was a 'kid'... More specifically... 25 and younger. Damien himself was 36, and still built like an ox... But that was to be expected.[/b] [i]"Let's try to keep it PG."[/i] [b]Damien simply wasn't out for blood. Well, cuts were sure to happen, but he wasn't going to wound Zachary deeply. He didn't care what he received in the process, but Damien knew the simple rule of engagement. Only aim to kill if they were an actual enemy...[/b] [b]Damien reached up to his shoulders, pulling dual daggers from their carbon sheathes, flipping them backwards as they glistened with danger. They were unorthodox, and double bladed on one end, built for critical strikes.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/7ZJvfw1[/spoiler] [b]Damien himself got into a low stance, aiming keeping his daggers lower to his hip in a defensive position as a leg reached back and kicked his strange metal crate outside the range of the fray.[/b]

[i]Zach wasn't one to wait; he launched himself forward, his feet pounding into the ground as he accelerated to his top speed in only a few steps, twenty three miles an hour. His straight sword was at his right side, gripped tightly with both his gloved hands. He was soon just in front of Damien, and turned in his dash so his right side was facing the man, swinging upwards diagonally with the blade, from his bottom right to his top left; Damien's bottom left to top right.[/i]

[b]Zach's blade was met with one of the daggers, the blade sliding against the edge before twisting slightly to bring the momentum to a grinding halt, with the free dagger, Damien thrust forward, his helmet lighting up as combat diagnostics buzzed around him.[/b] [i]"Eager indeed..."[/i]

[i]Zach quickly pulled his sword back as he jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding the thrust, and it was clear to him now that he shouldn't fight carelessly here like he had elsewhere; rather, he stopped a few feet in front of Damien, holding his sword so the handle was above his left shoulder, the blade angled downwards so that the tip was pointed towards Damien's chest; a position that could both change into an offensive slash or a defensive parry.[/i]