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Kiro began down the stairs, but in a slow way where he could still speak loud enough for Train who was following him, to hear. "Not very good. I was hit about thirty feet or so out of the arena, disqualifying me and smashing me into the stone arena seats." Kiro explained, swaying a little as he went down on each step, his hand very gently on his right katana and his left hand on the railing.

"Matches like that aren't worth wasting my techniques on though. If I were to get ambushed later on, I would be in trouble." Kiro said, justifying his loss, though he wasn't too serious about it. Kiro didn't actually see his fight with Tyrone a loss. "Real battles continue regardless of where you get knocked to. That's why sparring is so much different than the real thing..." Kiro added as he was slowly approaching the bottom of the stairs.

William continued the swing of his sword, whipping it through the air his opponent had just vacated and swinging it around his body and back behind him by twisting his arm up and behind his head with the momentum of the blade. This but the large blade of his sword over his back, acting almost as a shield against any attacks coming at him from behind, which he expected were on the way. Then he twisted his body around as he rose to his feet, holding his sword in place, so that he came back up to his full height while facing his opponent with his sword still held before him like a shield, its blade pointing downward.


When Isaac rolled out from beneath Matts intended crushing fall he threw his arm down and caught his weight on it. He allowed the arm to fold, absorbing the impact and allowing him to roll to one side where he climbed back to his feet. He stood facing Isaac, who had replaced his pistol and held his polearm in both hands, like a quarterstaff. He assumed a basic martial arts stance, though he preferred boxing or grappling. He held his arms loosely in front of him, his hands relaxed. He held his left hand out towards Isaac and gestured with two fingers on that hand for the younger fighter to come to him.

"Nothing left to be said I guess. If you wanted to do something, which you appear to be hinting, then be my guest and ask. For the most part, it's not bravery or courage that makes me solo things, but the awareness that if I turn, most Guardians and Hunters will not be able to kill me. Hence, if I die by myself, or if I turn, it will most likely be out somewhere away from people and will allow for the offices to set up an elite team to kill me. I'm trying not to boast, but I did my research. Some of the most powerful fiends are humans that turned."

Matt simple lifted his left arm up to deflect the blow off of his forearm guard as he stepped into the attack with his right foot. He had moved his right arm across his body as he moved and as his foot came down on the step he snapped his elbow down at Isaacs stomach. His armguards, which were a part of the gauntlets that he wore, were spiked at the elbows, so he limited the power of the strike so as not to pierce his new comrades abdomen should the blow connect, though he still put a sizable amount of his not inconsiderable strength into it.

"Gah!" Kiro grunted as Train karate chopped his head. Kiro patted his head briefly and then stood up. "Fine, fine. I just thought I'd rather not know until the given time of a mission. I mean, what if it were someone completely annoying and that I hate being around? It would bother me the entire day just know!" Kiro whined in a joking manner.

Kiro walked with Train to the notice on the wall. "You read it." Kiro said, crossing his arms. I hope I'm not in Emma's group, she'll end up killing me.

((Kyground, you're going to have to be more specific about Isaacs counterattack against Matt. All I know is that you are counterattacking, not how or where.))

"William and Issac?" Kiro questioned. "Wait, what!? Girlfriend!? You damn cyclops, come here!" Kiro shouted as he jumped on Train in attempt to jokingly pound and strangle him.

((Well, since creed-masters time is in short supply as of late he and I had a brief discussion as to what to do with our characters current sparring match. We agreed to do something kinda like this smile )

William stumbled out of the Arena some time later. He was bruised and cut in multiple locations. He was walking with a slight limp due to a blow to a knee. And he could swear that his jaw was clicking when he opened and closed it. All in all, it had been a fun fight. Something they'd have to do again sometime.

William left by the north exit of the Arena and headed for the building directly ahead of him, the Infirmary. Sol had said he was going to head back home for the day, something about getting a new suit tailored... Rich guys...

William entered the Infirmary and headed for Kimikos office. She was his personal physician and had yet to be unable to provide him a swift recovery when injured. He limped his way to her door and stopped to listen for a few moments. The sound of her violin could be heard as she lightly played a tune. After listening for almost a minute William knocked lightly. The music stopped and there was the sound of a chair creaking. The door was answered a moment later by a pretty young woman.

Kimiko was not a tall woman by any means, coming up to an even five feet tall. From Williams guess she could not have weighed more than little over one hundred pounds at most, either. She had a soft cream colored complexion and wore her black, though violet sheened, hair down to her shoulders with long bangs that partially concealed her white and lavender colored eyes. She wore a white turtleneck and light blue jeans today, with a white doctors jacket over that.

She was always self conscious about her eyes because she knew that her blindness was apparent by their color. This never bothered William, though. In fact he thought she had very pretty eyes. Their unusual color and tilted almond shape always seemed exotic to him.

"Hello, William. What did you do to yourself this time?" Kimiko asked in her quiet, polite, voice.

It might unnerve some people to know that a blind person knew who they were before they had even spoken. This was one of the things that made Kimiko unique. Though she was blind in the normal sense of the word she was still able to see in another way. She was able to see the aura of a person, their life force, or their spirit. Because of this she could distinguish one person from another. Along with her ability to view auras she could also manipulate them, which allowed her to be a quite effective healer.

"Sol was bothering me so I decided to hit him in the jo staff with my knee... and my face..." William said.

Kimiko smiled at him, "Well, let's hope he learned his lesson." She stepped back and gestured for him to take a seat on the table in the canter of the room.

William was quite familiar with the routine and took his customary spot on the edge of the table. Kimiko walked up to him and began to move her hands through the air before him. She did this for several minutes before finally standing straight again.

"Looks like mostly bruises, a couple cuts, and your jaw is slightly dislocated."

"Cool, simple fixes. So, are we still on for reading tonight?"

"Of course, you were gonna read "The Tale of the Knight, the Princess, and the Dragon". I wouldn't miss that. Now, let's get you fixed so you'll be up for it."

That said she went to work manipulating his aura to repair the damage done during his earlier sparring match.


((Sorry for the delay on this Kyground, writers block...))

Matt felt the hook of the blade catch him in the back of the leg and fell back as his leg was pulled forward. He landed flat, which would have knocked the wind from hi lungs were it not for his breastplate. He hit the ground with a clanging thud and rolled backwards in a reverse somersault which ended with him low to the ground, crouched, with both hands up and ready to defend.