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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/31/2017 4:07:05 AM
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"Nice moves."
The voice was masculine, but sounded young.
A boy about 19 or so walked into the arena, he wore a camouflaged shirt, grey pants, and a green hat.
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"Mm. Could be better. Much, much better." [i]The woman muttered, beginning to clean off the bloodied blades as her eyes looked up at the male who had entered.[/i] "...Mm. Military? Quite young for military though."
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"Nope, not military. And I'm a bit older than I look." He grinned, his brown eyes twinkling. Something about him was off. "Need a sparring partner?"
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/31/2017 1:50:28 PM"...Oh, great. Another omnipotent god, not like I haven't seen you dolts before. Actually kicked one's ass too, and he was hunting me. ...As long as you keep this a fair duel, sure. Though knowing your types, you won't-" [i]Irina rolled her eyes, laughing to herself calmly before swinging her blade to her side.[/i] "You need a weapon, sweetheart. Unless you want me to bash your teeth in?"
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He laughed really hard. "Ah, you think I'm a god? Well, I guess I'm flattered... But despite how amazing I appear, I'm not a god." He flicked his wrist and a single handed broadsword appeared in his hand. "You don't have the means to kill me, though. And this is only a sim. Dont go easy."
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"We'll see about that, Cadet." [i]The woman smirked, merely humming as she circled around the young man. There was a certain elegance to every movement she made, as if she was already plotting a stratagem against her foe.[/i]
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He smiled, circling as well. Grom his stance and movements, he was clearly accustomed to his weapon's use.
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[i]Soon, Irina stopped, as she began a casual approach towards him. At this point, he was in a corner of their room.[/i]
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He swiped at her with a quick swing of his sword, intending to force her back so he could reposition.
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[i]The Vileblood didn't allow that to throw her off, as she pressed both of her weapons against the incoming sword, slamming her foot into the man's stomach and pushing forwards in an attempt to literally push him into the wall.[/i]
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He was knocked back into the wall alright, which he then pushed off of. He slamned into her sword first with an impressive amount of force.
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[i]She was then pushed back, smiling and nodding as she was forced to back away, parrying and playing defensive now.[/i] "Good, good-"
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"Thanks." He smirked as he sliced at her. "I'm a tad out of practice though."
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"Eh, you're alright-" [i]She immediately followed up with another parry, leaping back and nodding.[/i] "-Definitely someone who thinks out his situations instead of acting impulsive. And well, not utilizing magic."
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"Well, I [i]did[/i] say I wouldn't cheat." He thrust at her throat.
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"True-" [i]Her hilt met the blade suddenly, knocking it away as she still kept the defensive.[/i]
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He stepped back, leveling the blade towards her.
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((Leveling would be bringing the blade down, correct? Apologies, never heard the term used. My vocab is shit ._.))
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[spoiler]It would mean he's holding it level to his body. The blade is essentially being held out so it's pointing at her.[/spoiler]
