originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]A man walked in, helmet on his head. His age couldn't be told, but he had a set of swords in his hands. He looked like a witch hunter of some sorts, though more modernized.[/i][/b]
"Damn. Whatever tech this place has, the Alberta HQ could sure as hell use."
[b][i]He says as he looks around, before eyeing his opponent [/i][/b]
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"Simulated training rooms. Trust me, I was...just as confused when I first came into one. But they're good for training and combat without a permanent effect." [i]Irina mentioned, looking upon the man. She tilted her head, surveying the pieces of gear that he had decided to bear and nodding in some amount of approval.[/i] "I trust that you're...not here on accident, are you?"
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"Nope. Figured I should have some new skills to bring back once I find a way off this place. I've still got a job to do." [b][i]He says, looking at her as he activates his eye, seeing if she's a magic user[/i][/b]
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[i]The man couldn't really pick up anything magical upon the woman. Any abilities that came from her were either biological or augmented, really.[/i] "Sounds good to me. Melee, I suppose?"
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"That's what I had planned. We welcoming any abilities or no?" [b][i]He says, spinning his swords on his hands[/i][/b]
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"Eh...I heavily doubt that you'd want me to run around at incomprehensible speeds.." [i]Irina mentioned, while she didn't bother saying anything about blood manipulation. He probably wouldn't have enjoyed knowing that she had such an ability.[/i]
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"My job is to kill nearly god like beings. Enhanced speed isn't odd for me." [b][i]He says laughing a bit.[/i][/b] "but if you say no abilities, who am I to argue." [b][i]He says, taking a stance, both swords punt in front of him, points facing up and blades facing her[/i][/b]
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"I know a guy who you could deal with, then. But let's finish this up first." [i]Irina then politely bowed, nodding her head.[/i] "...May I get a name real quickly? Just for personal reasons."
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"Dean DeCorbin, A.M.S.U. Alberta division." [b][i]He says, giving name and what seems to be a title[/i][/b] "And yourself?"
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"Irina Scarlette Elizia. New Californian Republic Ranger, swordswoman and Dojo member. ...Shall we begin?"
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"I'm just waiting on you." [b][i]He says laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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"Oh. Ah, right-" [i]Irina said, embarrassed. Sighing, she assumed position: placing her right foot in front, her left foot behind, and beginning to take steps towards her foe.[/i]
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[b][i]He doesn't step forward, but begins circling, checking out what weapons she's armed with. He had two Saxe, chopping swords that looked like they could do some serious damage[/i][/b]
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[i]Irina was armed with a saber-like blade; intended for cleaving through flesh and outfitted with a hilt for parrying, while she also had a dagger intended for stabs.[/i] [i]She suddenly lunged, before feinting a slash to check his reaction to it.[/i]
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[b][i]He steeped back and to the left, bringing one blade across for a slash at her side with the other ready to block[/i][/b]
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[i]Immediately, she raised up her sword and locked her opponent's blade, quickly ramming her dagger into his hand before leaping back, ripping the blade free.[/i]
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[b][i]He partied the dagger with his blade, knocking it to the side before he stepped back as well, circling still, with both blades out at low guards to his sides, as if he was leaving his body open...[/i][/b]