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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:46 pm
Amaya opens the umbrella and spins it to defect Makoto's trick, hopefully throwing her off. Skillfully she counters with her blade to her side, careful not to hit her opponent. "Surely you can hit me at least once before it's over, Makoto-sama!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 5:58 pm
Makoto fround pulling back her weapon, she regained herself. She was starting to become a bit fustrated going out for nearly complete offence she spun her wepon in her hands going up and over for a head shot on Ayama "Men!" she shouted out of habit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:18 pm
"Woah!" Amaya is not able to dodge in time. "2-1 Makoto-sama. One more ppoint and it's game, am I right? But I see you are beginning to polish off that rust." She ducks and rolls to the side, giving her a moment to readjust her stance.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:42 pm
Makoto smiled.
"Yes I suppose so."
Makoto stood for a moment holding her weapon out infrount of her waiting quietly her mind going over stances and movements. Her eyes watching closely, taking in every movement, every breath, she seemed to zone out for a moment before leaning forward making a dash, as if she were flying for Amaya she pulled off the bladed end of her weapon ducking in low making a slash for Amaya's mid section making sure not to actually touch her, as quick as she had appeared before Amaya she was gone back to where she once was.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 7:31 pm
Amaya sees the call sign and predicts what Makoto might try to do. She leaps back just out of reach, blocking the oncoming attack with her blade, and kicks Makoto back. She charges at her, swinging at her now open chest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 7:35 pm
Makoto leaned back catching herself with her hand backfliping upwards kicking her legs out to Amaya hoping to knock the sword out of her hands with her kick. She returned to her feet, blade still in hand jabing down for her exposed back.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 7:54 pm
Amaya's blade is knocked out of her hands, she drops to the ground and rolls out of the way of the oncoming blow. She gets back up, now unarmed of her blade. Spotting it behind her opponent, she takes her umbrella and starts spinning it in fron of her, her only chance is to charge her opponent head on.
Amaya runs at her openint, hoping that her plan may succeed.
(What does Makoto mean, anyway? Amaya means "Night Rain" I think it's pretty.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 8:01 pm
Makoto smiled sliding the disarmed blade with her foot, making one motion to pick it up. She moved past Amaya's attack with the parasol in a spinning dodge, she positioned herself, one blade in front of her another held out behind her readying herself before dashing at Amaya's back slicing one blade to her side and another near her back.
((I used to know, but I've completely forgotten now.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 8:06 pm
Feels the wind rushing towards her and drops, closing and spining the parasol around to point range on her opponents leg.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 8:10 pm
Makoto growled lifting her leg trying to dodge the hit now leaving her and a very akward angle she jumped back with the good foot she had left taking time now to regain her posture sighing a bit. She really was out of practice and wasn't happy of her own out come in the spar. Then again, she only sparred with one person and she could never win with him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 8:26 pm
Amaya is starting to get a little frustrated. She knew that she could win this, she almost had her last point. It was like it was being dangled in front of her. She rushes fowrad with such grace and speed, as she slashes again at her opponent mid jump, hoping to catch her offgaurd.
She wanted to repect her new friend and higher geisha. Amaya was still a maid, she knew it. For a moment, she conflicted the fate of the ooutciome, if she were to lose, she would discrace herslf and may never have a chance to make her father proud. But if she won, she would discrace her new friend. her mind raced, all she could do is fight and aweait the outcome.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 10:15 am
Makoto swung one of the blades down jumping back and dashing to the side in the blink of an eye trying to get behind her opponant, she knew she more than likely didn't have a chance of winning, she never had against Ryuujin and being nearly a year out of practice didn't help her case either.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 3:05 pm
Arikku clapped in enjoyment. She smiled and cheered.
"Come on Onee-san! You can do it!" she shouted to Makoto. They were both excellent, but now that Makoto was starting to get her fight, Arikku thought she had qualities, if she played right, to beat Amaya.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:04 pm
Amaya decides that she may never win against her opponent. She had made up her mind, all she could do is let her higher friend win, or submit defeat. Amaya dodges to the side and back herself. She stands and bows to her opponent.
"You are very good, Makoto-sama. It is with a heavy heart that I say now that I may never be able to defeat you. I wish to submit my defeat." She resheathes her the sword in her umbrella handle. And places it on the ground.
"forgive me, Makoto-sama, buit even I know when I'm beaten."
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