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As Corrinne stood there studying the imprints the staff had left on her hands, a loud blaring alarm trailed annoyingly from an unknown source. Lifting her hands to her ears she covered them protectively and turned to look at the others. Dal’Mori had dropped to the floor, the others reacting more similarly to herself. She smiled awkwardly as she observed Dal on the floor, did the sound bother him that much? But once the speaker started she raised her attention to the ceiling as she listened intently to the words.

Once the announcement finished, Corrinne sighed heavily, she didn’t realize that the tournament would happen quite so suddenly. She didn’t feel she had made the necessary precautions; she hadn’t the armor or the right clothes on. Would she have time to return to her room and change? Looking down at her staff, she smoothly traced her hand over the reaper staff’s surface. It sent a shooting sensation of self-importance through her, she recognized this vanity: it was the AI Core she fought in the beginning. It wanted to fight, it wanted to win, Corrinne wanted to provide it success but she wondered if she possessed the strength and knowledge to do so.

Soon, Acel entered the training room with another strange older man rambling behind him. He looked old, like old-old, she wondered how he could still be moving around? Except that he had a presence about him that forced her attention. After looking around at the lot of them, he began to speak up explaining the situation and who their opponents would be. Corrinne heard her name and listened eagerly for the name that would follow hers. Satoru Yamada. At first she was surprised that she would be fighting someone she didn’t know but then after thinking about it, she realized it was probably for the better. If she fought someone she knew, her feelings toward him or her might hold her back from truly fighting them. A stranger on the other hand, she could surely fight without any regrets and get to know them later. Although, if she won, this would heighten the chances of her facing someone she knew. After all, she knew all the names except for two. Her mind reeled with thoughts on fighting each one of the people she already knew when the room began to change shape. Wind kicked up objects around the room and she watched the others react to the strange weather in the room. Then the true nature of the room came into being through the appearance of the large elevators. And the large monitors projected the arenas that were awaiting them down below.

Since she knew her opponent wasn’t there yet; Corrinne being one of the ones the old man had mentioned earlier about waiting for their opponent, she decided to do as he said and observe the tournament while waiting. Waving to the others as they dispersed, Corrinne offered up little words of encouragement to the others as they left into the elevators, “good luck, break a leg!” Finding her way downstairs to the seating area, she took in the vastness of the room, jumbo screens with comfortable seats. “They spared no expense, didn’t they?” She spoke aloud to no one in particular as she watched Acel and Dal settle into their arena, surprised by how closely it resembled her daydream from earlier. ‘It’s almost as if someone was listening to my thoughts,’ Corrinne giggled giddily to herself as she found a comfortable spot in order to watch the others from above. She was very excited to see how their battle would progress.

Then she watched Kadiante and Sarah enter their arena, theirs being far more picturesque. She admired the work done on their arena, the pretty terrain and the little streams; she wasn’t sure if you were supposed to battle there or relax there. Smiling from the sight of them talking and gearing up to battle, she curled up in her seat and hugged her legs happily. Till she realized that she hadn’t even warmed up yet, ‘oh well’ she thought to herself, ‘I can do that when my opponent shows up.’ She decided. It was then that she realized she hadn’t seen where the other one had gone? The disagreeable one, oh what was his name. Searching her brain but not being able to remember, the old man had even said his name aloud. “Oh god,” She said aloud as she watched the television screens, “I know it was a Japanese name, Kamiya? Kadokawa? Kama-…. oh bother, I can’t remember.” Bouncing her feet up and down she looked around and continued to talk aloud, “Now the only thing they’re missing here are some snacks.”




LINES: 448

OOC: She's enjoying herself too much ... sweatdrop

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The area that Kadiante had randomly picked proved to be a good one. It was pretty and small. Also it gave her a want to fight the A.I.'s even more. People should be able to explore once more and find these little sanctuaries without putting their life on the line. Sure there would hopefully be natural wildlife, but that was nothing compared to what was out there now. She needed to focus, and it was just in time to because Sarah came down the elevator as well wielding a pretty sword. Huh, that was not something Kad had seem coming, she would have to ask about it all later. Kad grinned at Sarah showing that she was ready and eager for this fight but did not want to talk just yet, she knew there would be an attack shortly. This woman had to have something to prove, and Kadiante would make sure to give it her best so that Sarah could do just that. The charge happened and Kad saw it coming, and knew she did not want to be sliced by that sword at all. Cuts were the worst pain she could remember. As Sarah charged her Kad watched the blade and swung her mace up at the right time deflecting the blade away so it swung harmlessly through the air. The mace was heavy, but Kad could use both her hands right now if she needed to. She told herself that she would get through this fight without using her hand gun, unless Sarah pulled hers out first.

Leaning back on her left leg Kad put her body into motion letting her legs power her strike and her arms guide it. The first swing came at Sarah's closest thigh and if it hit or not she kept the momentum going as she swung the heavy mace back this time trying to aim for the hip area wanting to slow the woman down if she could. She had things to say but would wait until there was a lull in the attacks. Right now it seemed the two women were going in all guns blazing, and Kad did not want to strike up a conversation right then.

Turn 1

Acel had been baffled by the old man whom had entered the training room before. He had not made sense to him...not at all. How could someone do the things that he did? It made no sense. It was like watching someone breath fire or shoot lightning from their fingertips. He wondered just what these Code Cores could do eventually...he wondered how they would change you, how they would make you stronger. Acel already felt the power in his body...was it truly going to become so much more than it already was? After the man had made his leave and Acel had approached Dal'Mori, he found that the man seemed confused by Acel's friendly gesture of the handshake, and when the man actually stuck his hand out, Acel though perhaps he might have understood it finally, but he held his hand out like that and did not clasp Acel's hand at all. He quirked a brow as the man ended the handshake like that and stepped away, telling him that he should not enter a fight afraid to lose. Acel almost laughed at this and nodded to the man, understanding him fully. It was true. You shouldn't do such a thing, but Acel couldn't help but be afraid of this man. He was a warrior, afterall, and Acel was nothing but a farmer. He was not trained in combat and had only done a few practice swings with the blades. He hadn't been able to train before their fight even, and he was terrified he was going to lose. "Quit your worrying, human. It's pathetic. You just have to trust in the fact that you will win. Trust that you will beat this man, and if you do not, you trust in the fact that you learned all you could learn during the battle to make yourself stronger." The core spoke into his mind once again, and Acel smirked to himself as Dal'Mori walked off into the elevators to go down to the arena. Acel took a deep breath and nodded to himself. "You know what...you're right. He is a strong opponent, but if I can not beat him, then I can not beat him. It is just how it is. I know that there is always a possibility to win, even if I am not trained in combat. I mean, after all, I did beat you without any combat training." He felt the anger inside of him and it almost made him laugh. "Yeah, yeah, keep rubbing it in, you d**k." The core stated with a growl. Acel merely tried to console the beast as he walked into the elevator, sending him apologetic thoughts, to reassure that he hadn't meant to offend the ally that now resided within his chest. He felt the elevator lurch into motion and as he descended he could see the massive area below them, sprawling out across the underground level. The arenas varied, and he could spot Dal'Mori standing inside one of them. Corrinne was looking at him, as she usually did, and he shook his head. The woman was smitten for sure. He was in a sprawling field, and Acel was not surprised, nor was he perturbed by it. The fields were his home as well as Dal'Mori's. He was a farmer and he had spent most of his life in the fields.

He made his way through the arenas, his white trench coat still overtop of his loose hanging black tanktop, revealing the top of the metallic area that made up his chest cavity now. He walked out into the field to meet Dal and he smiled at the man. Before he took any sort of stance he raised his hands into the air as he approached Dal. "I am not trying to trick you, or to take advantage. I want to approach you before this fight begins, and I am going to grab your arm. But it is not hostile, so please don't take it that way." Acel announced as he approached Dal'Mori. He made it to a point where he was close to the man and reached out to grab his wrist firmly, but not hard. He pulled the man's arm forward, slowly, so that he would be comfortable with it, and then when the man's hand was extended, Acel grabbed it and closed his fingers around the man's extended arm. "This is the greeting that I was trying to extend to you before, Dal'Mori. I know you have your own culture, and your own habits. But this is a show of respect and of friendship. It is a bond created by the clasping of hands that shows mutual respect and understanding, and it is my wish for good luck to both of us in this fight. It's an honor to fight against you." He said, his eyes completely honest and unwavering. The man was truly happy to be fighting against Dal'Mori because he respected the man in both martial form and in personality. After he had shaken the man's hand he stepped backwards and he prepared himself. He drew out both of his swords, even though Dal had said it might be easier to start with one of them. He held the off hand closer to his body and diagonally across his chest as the holo-instructor had told him was a good defensive posture, and the second was held outwards slightly and away from the first blade. It was difficult to position the weapons at first due to the fact that they were so long, and the dual sword style was often utilized with shorter weapons. Acel merely dropped down, crouching slightly and bending his knees to bounce and stretch them before he suddenly dashed forward towards Dal'Mori. He did not plan on letting this man have any time to react. He needed to start his assault strong. As he charged forward, Acel must have looked like a reckless fool, but combat was not known to him and his methods were obvious and likely foolish. However as he drew closer, he was crouched forward in a running stance, his off hand still holding he blade across his body defensively as he pulled the right hand back and then swung from the side, bringing the weapon whipping in horizontally towards Dal'Mori's chest as he got close to him, aiming to slash across the man's pecks.





Line Count: 112

OOC: Oof. So you are going to get 3 attacks to my 1. This is going to be harsh. You got way more lines than I did in my exam. Mine was done so quickly. T__T

Remember my Tactical Advantage, too. So you have a 2% reduced chance against all of my attacks. =]

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Kadiante was rather surprised that she had been able to attempt two attacks on Sarah, since the weapons they were using would have suggested otherwise. Kad was used to be fast, but she was also good at slow and steady, you had to be when you were using guns to make sure you only needed one bullet instead of five, but this mace was something completely new to her. As her blocks were deflected she ground her teeth in slight frustration, this fight she had not managed to land her first strike. She could not let that get her down, she was fighting a human this time who had skill, that part was obvious with the way she handled the sword. Also by the sword that it was itself. Sarah actually had control and knew what she was doing, it was interesting to watch and compare her to how Acel had been when trying to get the feel for his swords. She could not read Sarah that easily but the small smirk had been noticed and Kad was glad her peer was as into the fight as she was. When she took a step back though Kad knew something was coming and tried to watch Sarah's entire body motion looking for the tell in it, there was not one besides the blade striking higher this time. As the blade came down for her shoulder Kad took a quick side step and ducked getting out of the way with ease. She herself took a few steps back and looked at the headphones, interesting she would have to ask about those later. Not letting too much time past she charged in herself letting the mace come in an upwards strike towards Sarah's ribs. Kad was sloppy but she knew how to swing an aim, it was a matter of getting the balance of the weapon down, and with every swing she made there was slightly more control that could be seen. The second strike was a side swipe to her shoulders. Kad was playing around in the way she needed to find out where to hit with this thing besides going for a head shot. After her swings she hopped back a few paces and grinned at Sarah, it was friendly one but also determined. Kad wanted Sarah to know that she was giving it all and appreciated that she seemed to be as well.

Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne

He was very surprised, though admittedly he shouldn't have been given all that he saw in this short period of time.

When the farmer had managed to dodge his kick he had been surprised at the show of perception and agility. Dal'Mori wasn't sure how he had done it, given it took even him a few years to learn how to accurately read a combatant enough to anticipate his moves, but the fact of the matter was the other male had somehow seen the attack coming and promptly dodged out of the way. Normally that attack hit, it was always a surprise, yet somehow this man had dodged it magnificently. His footwork could use a little work, but he was able to dodge and remain upright.

What surprised him more was the man had fallen for the deception, Dal'Mori had seen it on his face like a checkmate. He was staring right at the movement readily presented, and yet despite this the man was able to bring his weapons around to turn his attack aside. That in and of itself was truly spectacular for such a novice fighter.

But the best was yet to come..

The most surprising thing was not any of this though. The biggest surprise came when Acel stepped into his attack, basically forcing the more experienced fighter into a vulnerable position. Dal'Mori was certain that had it not been for his armor being in the right place at the right time, he would have lost his leg in that situation. As it was though, the attack bounced harmlessly off his armor, and Acel took the time to put some distance between them.

As was mentioned before, this shouldn't have been surprising, but the surprise was evident in his eyes. He had not expected something of that level from someone of his level. It was a very good surprise though, one Dal'Mori found himself quite pleased with. This man would prove to be a worthy ally, of that he was certain.

"Good. Very good. That was well performed. Turning my own attack into an opening for yourself. However, your aim was a little off. Make sure to take full stock of your enemy, lest you find yourself striking a target you cannot pierce." Mixing the good with the bad was a great way to offer compliment, while not giving room for a big head to grow. Confidence was key, overconfidence got people killed.

He took the compliment in stride, knowing his experience gave him some edge in this fight. However, the statement that the man basically desired to fight the best to become the best was interesting. It showed a dedication and perseverance that most were without. He would make sure to put aside time to help Acel with this in the future. Now though? Now he had a lesson to get back too.

Back to business.

"Lesson three, offense. Find your opponent's weakness and exploit it." He explained calmly, and once more decided the best way to teach this was through example. He shot forward again, but this time he did not get as close as he had before. He would use Acel's own weakness as the example. That weakness? In this fight at least, his lack of range would work against him.

Thus, from just outside the farmer's reach, he started thrusting his spear forward with carefully aimed strikes, looking to incapacitate should they land. One towards his main arm, and one towards each of his legs. The attacks were very basic, take away movement and offense, they have nothing. He would not hold back, and that meant even while he was teaching he would be giving this fight his all. So these three strikes were made with the utmost proficiency, his body moving like water, flowing from one move to the next seamlessly.

There was another lesson to offense, one he hoped Acel would figure out on his own. After all, one could not learn if they were handed all the answers. Sometimes the best way to learn is to figure it out yourself. The second lesson to offense, was to find a way around your own weaknesses.





Ooc: Does my TA look like it's supposed to to anyone? To me it's not shrinking, and showing the code to shrink it. I'm wondering if it's me or not... Cause it bothers me.

For some clarification, yes, Dal'Mori believes that by trying to stab you in the face, he is handing you the answers. mrgreen

Line Count: 410

Turn 3
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 18 = 17 (100 - 17 = 83% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 85% Chance)
Failed! x1 175 - 54 = 121 Damage

Acel wasn't the most knowledgeable on combat scenarios, of course, but it was common sense not to hit the enemy right where their armour was, and as his swords slashed inwards and ricocheted off of the man's leg armour, Acel cursed himself under his breath for his bad aim. He had--at the very least--been able to turn aside Dal'Mori's attack in order to get close to the man and attempt to catch him off guard. It might not have worked the best that time, but it was a technique that he would need to learn to use. The swords still felt heavy in his hands, and even though his white overcoat was covering his arms they flexed with lean muscle, rippling up his forearms and biceps. The woman who had created the magnificent weapons for him was right--they were the perfect weight for a man who had handled tools his whole life. Tilling fields by hand without animal aid was not something to take lightly, and though Acel looked wiry on the surface, the man's dense musculature was not something to scoff at. He breathed heavily a few times after he had pulled back form his attack, and Dal'Mori began to speak to him again, praising him for the attempt at throwing him off, but bringing up the bit about aiming where he was attacking a little better as to avoid the pieces of armour or other protection that his enemies might have. He breathed a sigh of frustration, but still smiled slightly as he looked up at the man. It was the first time in the past couple of days that he was truly feeling some form of happiness. He didn't think he would find it in a place like this--on the battlefield--but, the world worked in mysterious ways. Acel nodded to the man and wiped some of the sweat from his brow, using the back of his hand. "Alright, duly noted. I should have had the common sense in the first place not to target an armoured section, but I guess I was too consumed by the moment to really realize where I was attacking. I knew I was going for your leg, but I didn't pay enough attention to the leg itself before I swung. It's a lot to keep managed at once, but I am sure as long as I give it a little bit of time, I will be able to figure it out." Acel said with a nod. He knew that he could track the movements of people fairly well. He had always been an incredibly observant man. It was about using that observational skill in the midst of combat and really pinpointing the locations that he needed to strike. It was about controlling the distance and the arcs of his swings to match where he needed them to go. It was so much to keep track of that he knew he was bound to falter on it now and again. This was a learning process. He was not a fighter--but he would become one.

It was then that them an entered the next stage of his lessons. 'Offence'. This was the one that Acel was slightly concerned about. He knew that his attacks were sloppy enough as it was, but if this man was about to show him how they should be executed, or something along those lines, then he felt like there was going to be a really unfortunate learning method to this man's lesson. He knew that so far he was only lucky enough to have avoided the man's strikes. This was different. Acel knew that Dal'Mori wasn't going to pull his punches, and he prepared for the man's attacks as best he could. As soon as Dal'Mori had mentioned Acel's weakness, the man knew what it was in comparison to Dal'Mori. Or at least what Dal'Mori would think it was. His curved longswords were easily three and a half feet long, including the hilt. Dal'Mori's spear was much, much longer than that, sure, but at the very least, Acel knew that his swords offered him more of a reach than other weapons, like Kadiante's mace would give. He just had to wait for the right moment, close the gap as quickly as possibly and use his weapons in a way that could open a weakness for his enemy. But, before he could possibly open the weakness up in Dal'Mori, he would need to compensate for his own shortcomings. This, of course, would be the hardest part. The first strike came like lightning. It was as if the man were a snake, snapping its venomous jaws toward him mercilessly, and as the spear came shooting in toward Acel, his defensive hand was at the ready. The first attack went for his strong arm, so Acel merely turned his body so his strong arm was tucked in the back and he whipped the defensive sword upwards in a vertical arc that brought the blade striking into the bottom of the enemy's spear and knocked it upwards and harmlessly over Acel's shoulder. However, feeling the breeze from the spear tip right beside his face was more than unnerving. Then the second strike came for one of his legs, and he knew that his arm was too far in the air to use the defensive one, so he did the only thing he could and he spun his body yet again, bringing his strong arm back to the front and using the momentum of the spin to swing the sword low and knock the spear off to the side once again, feeling the air from the precision strikes brushing past his pant leg. The third strike pulled back and shot forward once again, aimed for his other leg. His defensive arm was already being pulled downward during the defence that had been made with his offensive sword, but it was too slow. The defensive blade came down with enough time to knock the spear aside, but all it could do was make sure the spear didn't punch through the center of his leg and completely destroy his mobility.

The spear instead was put off to the side, though it still tore through more than an inch of the outside of his thigh. Acel cried out in pain, issuing a savage growl and grinding his teeth together as he tried to bite back the pain that screamed through his leg as the spear was pulled back--but this was his moment. Dal'Mori's weakness. The man could not attack while he was pulling back from his strike. It was a second--hell, maybe less--that the man was vulnerable to a counter attack, if it could be made quick enough. It had to be made quick enough. And Dal'Mori's weapon was too easily used to deflect slashes. He had such a long weapon that if Acel were to swing in an obvious arc, it would be easily caught by the massive area that the spear shaft could cover for defence. In that, Acel knew he had to reduce the area that Dal'Mori had to defend in--force him into defending pinpoint strikes instead of wide area slashes. As soon as the spear was pulled from his leg, Acel used his good foot to shoot himself forward--moving with enough speed that he was actually side by side with the spear as it was being pulled back. His strong arm dipped low, and his body crouched to reduce the area for Dal'Mori to aim at if he was fast enough to suddenly redirect a counter attack. But, at the last moment Acel shifted his grip on his sword so that the pommel was directly in his palm, and his fingers were only wrapped around the very end of the sword. It was like this that he could gain maximum range and he shot his body up from his crouched dash and threw his strong arm forward in a vicious stab--attempting to utilize the sword's size and increased range from the grip change to give him the extra range that Dal'Mori wouldn't expect and the stabbing thrust would give him piercing power if he was off aim and hit armour. He was going for the man's chest, dead center in the middle of his mass in order to try to maximize the area he could hit. His leg wanted to give out on him, but he couldn't let it. He needed to keep moving. He could feel the blood flowing from the wound, but he couldn't allow it to slow him down...he couldn't allow the pain to deter him. "Don't you dare give up, you little shrimp d**k. Get in there and take this guy out. You're better than him. Believe in yourself! The confidence flowed through him with the support of his A.I. Core and he grinned as he thrust the blade toward Dal'Mori, only praying it would be enough.





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Turn 4
Dal'Mori's Attack x3: 35 - 16 = 19 (100 - 19 = 81% Defence Chance) (+2% From T.A: 83% Chance)

Acel had no way of doing anything more than what he was capable of in this fight. He knew the basic concepts of combat, and he had seen his mother train enough with the two swords that he had a good feel for what they did, and how they were used, minus the size, as his mother used smaller blades. But he only knew so much. He would need to be able to take the little practical knowledge he had and combine it with the natural skills that he had acquired throughout his life. His learning ability mixed with his observational skills were going to need to be pristine if he were to win this fight. Now that his leg was injured, as well, it would create a very difficult remainder of this battle. He was going to find himself lagging behind unless he could similarly wound his foe so that the handicap was even. He had promised himself that he was not going to lose this fight without landing a blow on Dal'Mori. He was not concerned with actually winning the battle. But this wasn't because he thought himself incapable of it, it was more because of the fact that he was after the experience of the battle. He wanted to learn exactly how to fight before he moved on to the heavier aspects of becoming a baiter. He could not protect those who could not protect themselves unless he became someone who could protect HIMSELF. His leg throbbed with every heartbeat, blood slowly oozing out of the wound. It dripped down the armour that coated his shins and if any weight were put on that leg, he felt the waves of pain churning his stomach. He had gotten bad cuts before in his life, but he was not at all used to them. He was still gritting his teeth together as he held strong to his twin blades, and the cross medallions dangling from their hilt made jingling noise as he moved them. Every time they sounded he was reminded of them, and he smiled as he thought of what they would think of him now--facing off against this giant of a man with his massive spear. He wondered if Jasmine would scold him for fighting, or if she would be riled up by the idea of her husband becoming a warrior. He knew that the only time Acel had ever really gotten into a fight--when a man had pinched her behind when he had too much to drink and tried to kiss her. When he had smashed him in the nose and sent him stumbling out of the bar, Jasmine had swooned so hard they didn't leave their bedroom to till the fields until well into the afternoon the next day. His parents were more than happy to watch Lidia...and he wondered what his daughter might think to see her father in such a state--bleeding and fighting like this. Perhaps nothing, now, as she was just a child...but children were so much smarter than they seemed.

As he ripped forward, he noticed the man's eyes in front of him, and they told him what he needed to know. Dal'Mori was going to retreat from his attack. Even the idea that he had made the man retreat was enough to give him a boost of confidence. But even as he landed, having jumped backwards from the attack, the blade was placed almost directly on his chest. He had been so close to being able to attack him, but he had still missed the man this time. As soon as he knew the attack had been a failure, he pulled the sword backwards and he returned to his regular posture until Dal'Mori began to speak once again. He had seen the surprise in Dal'Mori, but he had also seen the happiness in the man. He was impressed with his progress to be sure, and it also told Acel that he was indeed MAKING progress, and that was all that mattered to him. The tone that Dal'Mori spoke in was the friendliest that Acel had heard yet, and he nodded back to the man. "Well, I am happy to hear that the lessons are over for today. Not because you are a bad teacher, or I tire of learning. However, I find to begin with general lessons and brush up on them until they have become second nature. You have given me enough to learn today, and I will be sure to put it to use in the fight to come. I promise you, before this battle is over, I am going to give my all until I draw a little blood from you as well. I know you have not given me any quarter or taken it easy on me yet, so please don't start. This is officially a battle to the death. Until one of us admits defeat, or cannot fight, do not dare hold back." He said with a grin as he began to feel his confidence grow once again. He was excited for this battle even more-so. Only because as Dal'Mori settled into his new stance he could tell that the man was taking this fight absolutely seriously. Acel took a deep breath and prepared as Dal'Mori charged in once more. As Dal'Mori swept in with the first strike, swinging the blunt end of the staff down toward him, Acel brought the two swords up at the same time, only hoping that he knew what he was doing, holding them in an X shape. The staff landed strong, hitting in the cross section perfectly, but as Acel's arms bulged beneath his jacket with the weight of the blow, he still managed to hold it from moving any closer actually landing. The second strike was a stab like the strike that had hit him already, but he would not allow it to hit him again. He needed to work on his movements and perfect dodging the enemy's longer weapon. This time, as the spear came in toward him, Acel moved to the side, using his footwork to side-step the stabbing motion and then as soon as he had side-stepped the stab he rolled forward, springing back up so that he had landed on the other side of the man as he was uppercutting the air in an attempt to strike the Acel that had now moved out of the way. As soon as he found his feet he whirled around, knowing that he had to land this next hit. He needed it. He absolutely needed to strike Dal before he got too tired to avoid that spear. As he spun, he brought both of his swords with him, and shrank down to a crouch as he was spinning, aiming the double slash towards the back of the man's legs, looking to open up his calves with a savage wound if he could.





Line Count: 793

OOC: If I have a half of a line at the end of the post, during combat, because it is doubled, I will count it as 1 line. =]

Sarah Hartwell

Turn 3

Rolled a 33, found in OOC Here
23 - 40 = 1 (100 - 1 = 99 - 5 (TA) 94) Missed x2



Sarah couldn't help but notice that Kad didn't have very good control of the mace. She wasn't sure if it was because she was new at it, or maybe she hadn't used in a while. Sarah wondered if it was okay to make a suggestion to help her or not. After all, they were fighting. Was it a good idea to help your enemy become better at fighting with you? Sarah frowned a bit as her attack was avoided. But it wasn't a big surprise. Sarah stepped aside, blocking the attack with her sword, holding it up with her palm against the flat of the blade it help it stay sturdy. The second attack, Sarah ducked under the swing, stepping to her left. She flipped her head a bit to get her bangs out of her face as she stood up straight, lifting her sword. She saw the grin on Kad's face, not helping the twitch in her lips that returned the grin back at her. That grin gave her a little more courage to finally speak up. “Your arms aren't the only ones swinging, it's your whole body. Balance comes from all the muscles in your body.” She said, proving her point as her feet moved, her hips twisted, as she made a lunge forward with her sword like a fencer, aiming for Kad's shoulder in return. The words were from her own trainer who taught her how to use her whole body, it was almost like dancing, only much more deadly.