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Defense + 17[19]
Attack + 5[n/a]
Attack + 3[n/a]

Hp:8
Rp:14

((No need to roll Damage, your minimum will be enough to knock me out))

Again, his opponent's strength is Rikatsu's undoing. Akira seems to be playing right into his hands when he knocks him spinning. Rikatsu goes with the spin and comes all the way back around before the sword descends. Bringing both sticks up to block, however, is not enough, Akira blasts right through them, knocking them down. The sword cuts deeply into Rikatsu's shoulder. "Well damn." And darkness rolls over him.

((Take me to the tents!))

(damage sorry i didnt mean to roll damage..forgive me please for putting ur char so far to death... redface )

Akira sliced threw his oppoenent shoulder Leaving his shoulder sliced open and blood gushing down his sword and around his Hands. He watched in awe as his oppeoent hit the ground Knocked Out. AKira Dropped his sword and ran over to Rikatsu and picked him up he held him in his left hand as he walked back over to his swor, AKira picked up his sword with his right hand, he slung it down at an angle to get the blood slinging off he then scrabed his sword along its shealth before putting it away to further clean off the blood.

Akira Know ran to the medical tents and put him down on one of the tables. He turned to a medic and spoke loud and fast. His name is Rikatsu Kitai, a noble and heir to the Kitai clan, he was my sparring partner, and now my best friend please..help him he's close to death i can bearly feel his rieatsu.

[[I'm going to steal your idea, Sam. Me no call you Robo no more. sweatdrop ]]

Kaosu, whilst waiting for something to happen, decided it wouldn't hurt to do something that would be productive. Imagine that. Kaosu pulled himself into a sitting position, and placed both his hands into his lap. He sighed, trying to calm himself amidst all the motion and steel clanging. Focusing on the center of his hands, he reached out inside of himself and tried diverting the flow of reiatsu out into his hands.

For a while nothing happened, but he learned to get used to that. He didn't have the greatest control on his reiatsu, so it took a while for it to come out. Slowly he noticed little wisps of energy floating out of his palms, coalescing together into a small ball of the familiar mixed colors. He kept his focus, trying to hold it for as long as possible.

[1]

Kaosu, keeping everything exactly the same; his stance, his line of sight, and his focus, watched the small ball of energy pulse. Slowly it grew and shrunk, for once happy that he was doing a good job. As he kept the reiatsu flowing, he was intrigued by the colors. It was a black background flowing with vibrant reds, deep blues, and fantastic whites.

Kaosu smiled as he kept it going steady. This was the longest he'd ever gone without failing.

[2]

Hitomi stood, and from the dark stain on her shoulder, it was evident that she hadn't healed herself up yet. She gave a dismissive wave, and murmured softly at her zanpakuto as she drew it from its sheath.

"I attacked first once. I won't do it again. Spar etiquette, you know," she crossed her zanpakuto over her body, diagonally, and offered a slight gesture to indicate her readiness.

[Dodge Roll: n/a]
[Attack Roll: 23]
[Attack Roll: 13]

(( xd Not a problem, Nasi. I figured you just got confused wink ))
((Raven... Just so you know. Sukonku-baka means 'stupid skunk', and she chose that because a 'sneak attack' is a 'stinky' move whee ))

"Hmph!" Hikari growls at what Haro has to say. "We're both beginners here. Just 'cause I died in a battle doesn't mean I'm weak!" It's not like she expects him to know what she means, but she doesn't explain herself. She died in a war, and she was just an...innocent civilian who happened to think that a battle field was a nifty place to play. She decides to try something she'd seen done before by holding her sheathed zanpakutou at her side, waist level, and tightly gripping her(them) while she bends into something like a crouch. If she were stronger, the next part could be seen as a finishing move. She lunges forward while withdrawing her zanpakutou at an incredible speed towards his side. She follows up with her sheath, in a weaker and slower move, in hopes of adding some blunt force.

[1]

(( eek I said something nice....and you got mad at me. sad *sigh* It seems the dice still don't like me too much... ))

Haro stood there, a little bit shocked that she got mad...he had just called her a great shinigami...but she instead got mad at it and gave him a rude reply? He was a little bit confused about it but he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, preparing for what was going to happen here. The two attacks were still hard to track on their own, but he never-the-less threw up his dual scythe and smacked away the sheath, he would not be hit by the blunt force of this attack, but the blade still sliced across his cheek and he felt a little blood drip from his face to his mouth. "That was amazingly fast. You've already hit me." He said with a smirk, tasting the blood and smirking as the red tinge returned to his white eye, and his red eye began to shimmer. "Blood lust! Stage 1: Blood Of Self!" He growled with a bright smile. He then rushed forwards, slamming his zanpaktou towards her rib-cage, though it was sloppy.

Dodge1: +15 [16](hit)
Dodge2: +15 [27]
Attack: +7 [20]