[i][b]"No, there ain't no devil.. Gon' be where we go.. Gon' wash in the water, 'n save all our souls... Take all the children, where flood water's rollin'.. Ain't no devil.. Gon' be where we go..."[/b][/i] [b][i]Andrea Wasse, "Ain't No Devil"[/i][/b] [b][i]The Dojo, Tatakai[/i][/b] [b][i]Courtyard A1[/i][/b] [b][i]6:30 PM[/i][/b] [spoiler]Alright, some ground rules for this post. If you do plan on combating the two characters below, I will kindly ask that you do it with a non-magical, melee-focused or medieval-styled character of your own. This post is intended for those types of characters - some good ol' classic melee battles. This doesn't have to be a battle to the death, but if you wish? Place it in a spoiler saying that you're fine with the possibility of death. As always, enjoy.[/spoiler] [i]The dark orange skies of Tatakai began to turn an even darker color than beforehand, as the sun which the planet orbited around began to set slowly, as the moon began to rise from the side of the planet. As the evening began to slowly end, the sound of steel clashing against steel sounded from one of the Dojo's many courtyards, the walls of the place of training being slowly rebuilt and restored.[/i] [i]The rather brutal session of training was being completed by two rather different figurines - both of them battling each other to the death, with a deadly amount of skill and prowess within each as they fought. The first of the two was a giant of a man, at a height of exactly six feet and six inches tall. His highly muscular body was hidden away by a set of steel plate armor, while dull yellow fabric hung from his waist and shoulder plate. Upon the shoulder, a white symbol rested - a double-headed eagle, both mouths opened wide as if it was roaring in a never-ending hunger for violence. The warrior's thick steel helmet covered his face and head entirely, the metallic visor lowered over his face in order to protect him entirely.[/i] [i]The second of the two duelists was the polar opposite - it was a lightly armored female, from the looks of it. She stood at a height of five feet and eight inches tall, which was certainly short compared to the giant that she was combating. She was lacking in muscular mass and appearance, although her swift and elegant movements suggested that she was highly athletic and active in her training. A dark grey set of leather armor covered her body, as light metallic plates of steel covered her forearms and kneecaps, while a tattered black hood hid away her facial appearance. And even yet, a steel helmet covered her head underneath the hood, two faint eye sockets implemented within it to provide vision. [/i] [i]The giant knight was currently wielding a massive oak and steel halberd within his armored hands, the blade of the weapon sharpened to the maximum and intended for slashing through armor and flesh with remarkable ease. About half of the weapon looked as it was screwed onto the stick, suggesting that there was some other object that he used for a weapon. Strapped to his waist tightly was a cross dagger, the steel weapon held within a leather sheath and remaining still for the time-being. In the warrior's case, it was probably for back-up purposes, in CQC or if he was disarmed by some rare chance.[/i] [i]The woman, on the other hand, held a three-foot long longsword within her right hand and a fourteen inch long dagger in her left, both blades sharpened and more than capable of ripping through flesh. Throwing knives were strapped to her chest, as if utilized as secondaries or as a source of ranged weaponry. Each knife was sharpened to the maximum, intended for piercing flesh and extremely light armor with ease.[/i] [i]The two then suddenly charged towards each other, as the knight swung his halberd with a roar escaping his mouth, as the weapon's blade flew towards the woman's ankle. She raised her foot as she sprinted, stomping upon the blade and raising her other knee to slam it into the man's armored chin. It succeeded, as he was sent back for a moment. Feeling lucky, the woman charged to drive her two blades into his armor, except for the fact that she ignored his sudden recovery. He lifted his halberd up once more, slamming the stick into her waist and sending her slamming into the concrete wall within the training grounds. An "Oof!" escaped the woman's lips, as she crashed into the wall and narrowing slid to her right, as the giant shoulder-charged straight into the concrete and yelled. As both recovered and proceeded to circle each other once more, the knight sighed, and spoke up for a little bit:[/i] [b][i]"...You are aware of how unfair this battle is, yes?"[/i][/b] [i]He spoke up, lowering his halberd for a moment as the woman in front of him chuckled. She shrugged, before she responded.[/i] [b][u]"Because you can't catch me? Yeah, I guess. You know what we really need?"[/u][/b] [i]She questioned, as she sheathed the two blades that she held within her hands tightly. The knight was the one who chuckled this time, speaking to her.[/i] [b][i]"...Competition."[/i][/b] ((Open!))