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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:16 pm
Amidst a bustling town square the two fighters appear, the town supports a bustling port-side economy and at least 1,000 population. to the north is a dense forest, and to the south, the sea. West leads to a towering lighthouse perched atop a high cliff. East lays the wonderful white sand beach. however there would be a good deal of walking before the fighters could escape the city. Shimo  Bio:Shimo was not born in the traditional sense. Before he existed as Shimo in this plane of reality, he existed as a trans-dimensional being. When it was decided that this plane of existence was dangerously close destroying itself, Shimo, along with dozens of others like himself agreed to enact the procedure to anchor a physical presence in this world. the dozens of "Watcher" beings fused together, with Shimo's consciousness emerging as a result. He is unlike any being this dimension has experienced or is likely to ever experience, his body does not age, and he has walked the earth since man was young.Abilities and Weapons:Shimo commands use of hydro-kinesis to a mind-boggling degree. as far as weapons he carries a single machete tied at his hip. Wherever he travels, clouds always follow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:14 pm
Shimo
"If you lived forever, how would you see the world?"  "Such a wonderful day isn't it?" Shimo thought to himself as he handed a few coins over to the humble fruit merchant. He'd purchased a baseball sized speckled green and red apple. freshly harvested this morning and carried to the city. The marketplace was full of people, Shimo stood out with his pale blue skin, yet somehow felt contented with the ebbing and flowing of life all around him. Today, would not be a normal peaceful day, Someone would be arriving soon to take his life away. Because of this the sights and scents which normally filled him with such great joy brought him nothing.
It was around this time his mind returned to him, standing amidst a crowd, apple in hand. "It'd be best to move on." and so the soft footfalls led Shimo away from the cart and back amongst the throngs of people. He carefully flicked up the heavy dark blue woolen hood which covered his face in shadows, walking with the cloak hiding the rest of his body from view.He had no need to look out in order to see, He could feel his way via the water in the people's bodies. This technique should prevent him from standing out as much.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:58 pm
((OOC: I'm just going to go with size and colour in these posts. Please dissect this to the furthest extent you can, I'm here to further myself.))
Walking into the marketplace of the city, figuring that a person, no a target, would want to blend in with the surroundings and avoid any suspicion. More people meant more coverage, and more coverage meant less chance of being noticed. Trafalgar was well aware of all of these factors, and he was already warned about the danger that came about when dealing with this particular person: Shimo. The higher ups had given him a vague description of the physical characteristics, but that was only to assist in finding the target. He utilizes water he repeated within his mind, thinking about how vague the information was.
With a sigh, he began to move forward. Skin more pale that his, and more than likely adorned in thick blue woolen hood of sorts. This person, not wanting to be seen would have it raised up and over their head, thus covering any facial features. Trafalgar's pale, almost white, blue eyes scanned the surroundings and caught sight of just such a person carrying an apple in hand.
He extended his left arm forward, and through some arcane method, by slowly raking his fingers against the air, a tear formed. Stepping inside it, it closing up immediately upon entering, offered him complete stealth. He could see what was happening around him, and spotted the hooded figure walking away. Like any predator, he would stalk his prey.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:47 am
Shimo
"If you lived forever, how would you see the world?" With hundreds of bodies moving in and out of buildings and alleys, tending fires, and cooking, or even killing eachother in some dark alleyway, it would be hard to believe the disappearance of just one would draw any attention from the blue skinned stranger, however... Water never just, disappeared... And so the sensation of someone dropping off the physical plane came as a slight shock to Shimo, who tried his hardest not to look back over his shoulder to where Tralfagar had stepped into the other plane.
There was another possible option, A highly skilled water elementalist could surpress the connection another water elementalist could have upon the water in his own body. This opponent would be rather difficult to keep track of should either be the case, With this in mind, Shimo lifted the apple to his lips, sinking in his teeth to tear a chunk of tender flesh from the fruit. Now he walked. Niether rushed nor with lack of speed, he navigated the markeptplace. His actions were both methodical and thorough, as well as discrete. He kept up the charade of looking for his opponent while he waited for him to appear, stopping momentarily in some places.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:32 am
From the other dimension, Trafalgar was able to keep track of everybody and everything. His eye was, of course, on the prize before him: Shimo. The blue man seemed to be looking for something, or perhaps somebody. He would stop for a brief moment in some places and search, but then move on. "s**t!" he swore, a thought coming to mind, Does he know he's being targeted?! posing the question to himself, since nobody else had access to this plane. If Shimo was aware of his assassins presence, then the chances of him leaving the market would be slim. More bodies to hide behind, more places to run, and he might believe that his hunter wouldn't make a commotion in such a crowded place. This was the way that Trafalgar's thought process was working at the moment.
At one of the instances that Shimo paused, Trafalgar tore a hole back into the physical plane, making sure that he would be appearing at a blind spot. Now he was standing behind him, hand firmly around the handle of his weapon. On a usual occasion he would have made small talk, but he was warned about this man and would not take him lightly.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 12:30 pm
I have spoken with Shimo and this fight is offically called in a no contest. The arena is now open for fighting.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:23 pm
"The Announcer"
Coming to an Arena Near You!  Welcome, welcome, welcome! Our next match, ladies and gentlemen, is between the Eamonn Lancaster, who by now needs no introductions, and, surprisingly, Cieven Yaine! Recently thought dead, he has been brought back to us through the power of science thanks to the Callaghan Corporation! It has been many years these two have met, their last encounter ending on that rainy night in Linkton. Now, having had time to get back up to date, Cieven has returned to fight Eamonn. What shall happen when these two meet? Will this be a heartfelt reunion? And what exactly does Eliana have to say about all of this? To find out, please stay tuned for this next battle! The settings for this arena shall be simple; a grassy plain with rolling green hills and mountains in the background. In the distance a large gate can be seen, but as to what lies beyond it none but I shall know! -laughter- There are streams, dirt paths, trees, and a few other surprises you can be sure. With no further ado, I pronounce this match... BEGUN!
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 11:45 am
 ╔═════════════════╗☽ Eliana ☾❂☽ Yaine ☾╚═════════════════╝'I'm a bit timid...'
Eliana hadn't been much informed as to what was happening, but she had been moved to a platform in the sky with the other watchers to the arena fight with a good deal of confusion. She had been asked to relinquish her brothers necklace, which they had to fight for, and they had taken Luna and Sol from her. Then again, it had been Tashio taking the items, so Eliana had fought too much, but the prospect of Eliana's necklace being taken... she hadn't been happy with that. Regardless, now she saw on the platform with Yute sitting next to her, his flaming form looking tiredly down on the field below. There wasn't much to see, and it was odd that a fight would be taking place in such a peaceful environment. She had been told Ea was fighting someone, so it should be a quick fight in her mind. And then she saw him.
Eliana's eyes blinked in surprise, completely missing the announcers words at first as she stared down at the male literally laying in a field of grass, his bright clothing more than showing him off. He was relaxed, just as she had remembered him. He did seem to notice the young woman in the sky looking down at him and he waved slightly before letting his hand drop back down. Eliana couldn't move, she couldn't even breath. There was only one person that could be. "Cieven... why are you here?" Suddenly, Eliana understood why her daggers and her brothers necklace had been taken.
'... but I do love people!'
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 11:59 am
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☽ Cieven ☾❂☽ Yaine ☾
╚═════════════════╝ "YO! What's up?!"
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Two blades were visible in the grassy field, sticking straight up with the points thrust clearly in the ground. The grass in this area was short enough to make a youngish man visible sitting in the grass. A pair of daggers hung from the sword with a red hilt that shined brightly in the sun. The daggers looked like flowing water, moving without even being in the young man's hand. His eyes slowly opened as he felt eyes on him, eyes in the sky. The young man smiled faintly as he waved up at the girl that was staring down at him before relaxing again as he let his body rest. He wasn't really tired per-say, but he wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere so resting seemed appropriate. It wasn't like he expected to be surprised attacked after all.
He cut a weird sight laying there with his weapons just out of reach. His light blue pants probably made him look like he was already overdressed for the since weather, but then came the upper part of his clothing.
He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, an few belts strung across the shirt acting as bandoliers for various throwing knives. Hanging from his waist, behind him, was what appeared to be a sweat shirt or jacket of some sort that looked almost like a tassel with how he was wearing it. A belt was tied to ensure it wouldn't fall off either. His clothing was certainly different to what one would expect for someone getting ready to fight. He definitely didn't have any visible armor.
Cieven let his eyes close as he let out a sigh. Ea would find him eventually, until then he would just relax and let things go. The necklace that hung around Cieven's neck flashed into life suddenly even though Cieven hadn't so much as breathed. With the lightening of his necklace, it also revealed the goggles hanging around his neck that most likely were used for swimming. He looked strange in the situation, but he was really calm, clearly. He didn't seem to be worried about... well anything. ↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑
"I've waited for this, lets go!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 6:18 pm
Raiikel Vivek Atheris
"Well, if I had to put money down on it, I would say to fight." Replied Raiikel, as he sat down next to Eliana. He didn't mind the flute, or the fiery thing sitting on the other side of Eliana as he let out a sigh. This was such a pretty place, unfortunately he knew someone would probably be throwing fire balls within the next ten minutes. But as he was, that couldn't be helped until after the fight, in which Raiikel planned to fix up the place again. At least it gave him something to do on his time off.
"Say, I'll bet you five silver pieces that the red head will win. Iunno, unless that guy is fire proof or something." At least, from last memory it was Eamonn who could wield that element. Well, specially at the very least. "But with his silly blue pants, I'd even say... seven silver pieces, you in Girly?" Of course, he didn't know how drastically inappropriate this was as, well, it was said combatants sister. Not that it really mattered, it was obvious Raiikel was there for the show. That much was obvious, especially as he took a bite out of a turkey leg he had some how acquired.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 6:39 pm
╔═════════════════╗☽ Eliana ☾❂☽ Yaine ☾╚═════════════════╝ 'I'm a bit timid...'
Eliana didn't even notice the druid sit next to her, but Yute did. The fire fox glanced over at Raiikel in a bored manner before turning his eyes back down. Unlike Eliana who was frozen in shock, Yute didn't seem surprised in the slightest. At first, Eliana didn't even hear what the man said, it wasn't until he spoke later that Eliana flashed a quick glare his way at what he was suggesting. He had no clue what was going on here, not a clue at all. "My brother has been dead for at least five years, and you're asking me to take a bet on if he'll beat Ea, my guardian." Eliana returned so sharply and in such a harsh tone that Yute even glanced over at the girl in surprise. The girl could feel anger rising up in her.
"You have your bet. I haven't seen him fight in so long, but I know he'll win. I'll take your bet, seven silver pieces it is." Eliana didn't know why she felt this sudden urge of confidence in a brother she hadn't seen in years, but she knew, just knew, that he wasn't going to just lay down and die... like last time. No, he was here to fight and he would give his all. She knew that, and she was going to support him even if he was going against Ea.
'... but I do love people!'
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:18 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a pleasant stroll, Eamonn felt. Upon exiting the entrance to the arena he had taken his time in approaching his opponent, striding slowly along a dirt path as he slowly made his way along. He did not appear to be rushed, but from his expression one could tell that he was not relaxed either. Such a sight. He thought, emerald eyes surveying the rolling green hills. His eyes pausing on the clusters of trees and even on the great gate he could make out in the distance. Everywhere he had looked mountains surrounded him, making this place much like a valley hidden away, with only two entrances and that one gate being any way in or out of the arena, that he could fathom. They should really stop making such beautiful arenas, it's such a waste to let them be mangled by fighting... A soft frown followed this thought, red brows knitted together.
Eamonn appeared to be wearing what seemed to be a red velvet vest. The vest was kept closed with several straps along the front, which could be loosened and tightened with the small number of notches present along the leather strip. And all across the vest, on the front, sides, and back, were numbers dots; each one arranged in a triangular formation. Beneath the vest was what seemed to be a doublet, made of a black fabric that was neither too tight nor too loose on the man and made of moderately comfortable material, not that Cieven would have been able to see this. From what was visible beneath the red vest there was golden embroidery, and a lack of lacework around the neck and wrists as what one might expect.
His pants were simple in design, plain white trousers with dual red strips running along the outside of the leg. The stark white trousers were tucked into dark boots, buckled tightly and showing wear from years of use. Buckled around his waist, on the outside of the vest, was a black belt where two blades hung. The first, and the longer of the two, was a red-hilted blade. The pommel and crossguard appeared to be made of some type of gold material, both bearing simple designs that suggested that the sword was either made to be plain or forged by an amateur. The sheath, made of wood with a black gecko hide covering. Just by looking at the sword one could tell that it was not Aed, but like all of his previous swords this one bore a slightly curved blade much like that of a katana. On his other hip, much smaller, was what appeared to be a shortsword, or long dagger. This dagger seemed to be far more ornated than the sword. And on the pommel what seemed to be a red stone clutched in the claws of a dragon. This dagger came too in a sheath, a laquered red enlaid with white flames.
Despite wearing such hot clothing not a bead of sweat could be found on his body. His face wasn't even flushed, almost as if he was unfazed by the heat of the day. And who knew how long he had been walking before he finally came to a stop atop a hill, the dirt path he had been strolling along taking him up. Ah... Eamonn spotted Cieven right away upon topping the crest of the hill. The young man, or rather a man now, was laying in a blanket of green; Blue Cieven standing out like a sore thumb in the plains. For several moments Eamonn remained still, lifting his left arm and placing it on the red hilt of his sword, a habit that stayed with him even now. He examined Cieven during this time, green eyes looking... thoughtful. His expression was somewhat uncomfortable, but when at long last he moved again this look vanished, along with any doubts he might have had. The match has started. He told himself, lifting his left hand up and pointing his outstretched arm towards Cieven.
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:59 pm
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☽ Cieven ☾❂☽ Yaine ☾
╚═════════════════╝ "YO! What's up?!"
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He was near. Cieven didn't move as the red haired swordsman approached, in fact Cieven showed absolutely no sign of having noticed him. Cieven had closed his eyes, and for all those watching it looked like he had gone to sleep. That was weird. The wind continued to play with the grass around Cieven and the male didn't seem interested at all in what was going on. Cieven didn't even move as Ea pointed at him, in fact there was no movement from Cieven until a faint sigh escaped him. The grass had shifted with the wind, and with it Cieven disappeared from view for a moment. When the wind righted itself, Cieven was gone. Ea no doubt would have felt him, though any sense of danger was not to be found. There was no hostility in the air. Cieven was standing behind Ea, his back to Ea, his hands in his pockets staring out into the distance. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"It's been a long time, Eamonn. We're both adults now, with a lot of responsibilities." Cieven said softly from behind the male, an almost sad tone seeping into his voice. And then with a sigh and a chuckle, Cieven smiled briefly. "I assume you've taken good care of Eliana. She seems like a pleasant young woman now. I'm proud of her, even if I never got to see her." Cieven said before glancing up at the girl in the sky once more with a wider smile. "However..."
A somewhat serious tone seeped into Cieven's tone as he turned his head sideways slightly. He couldn't really see Ea, but it would certainly make it easier to hear him as he spoke. "I believe we have a fight to finish. We never did finish, and I want to make sure you can protect her better than I could. So, don't hold back, got it? I want to see that resolve I've heard so much about." Cieven was asking Ea to fight him seriously. He didn't care if Ea warmed up to the fight, he just wanted Ea to take him seriously. Cieven took a step away, and was nothing more than a blur yet again as he reappeared next to his blades. Cieven let out a sigh as he dropped his hands to his daggers before pulling them and attaching them to the back of his waist. Cieven then turned his eyes to Ea seriously.
"You once put me to shame in sword combat. I'll start there." Cieven said with a faint laugh as he pulled both swords from the ground. Both blades had a faint curve to them, but they were bladed on both sides. They probably cut a strange picture, but they resembled shamshirs in their own way. Cieven sheathed the red handled blade before pointing his blue handled one, the one engraved with his name on the hilt, at Ea. "The first move if yours, Eamonn Lancaster." ↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑
"I've waited for this, lets go!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 10:42 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were few clouds in the sky, Eamonn had noted. What few clouds there were but puffs of white cotton spread out across the expanse of blue above. With the lack of clouds there was nothing above to shield the valley from the heat of the sun, today being a particularly warm day. But with the soft breeze that blew through the valley one would have found the temperature tolerable, pleasant even. For Eamonn, however, that breeze turned out to be more an interference than an aid, the man unfazed by temperature. The moment the wind blew, the long grass, which grew from the lack of grazing, covered his intended target, Cieven not far from him. The moment the wind let up, and the grass moved back, Eamonn's eyes narrowed for a moment; although he had already sensed the presence of the younger man behind him.
It has, Eamonn responsed solemnly, not turning. The Mer was not releasing a killing intent, and had he wished to attack Eamonn the red-haired Human would have felt his blades already. He did not turn to face Cieven, instead keeping his eyes forward. His left hand was dropped down, resting once more on the hilt of the sword he had crafted himself. He gripped at the red hilt, the grip just perfect for his hand.
At mention of Eliana, Eamonn could not resist the urge to break his stoic gaze and look up at the girl above; the large platform which held the viewers high up overhead. He could see Eliana's blue hair even from here, making out her features from not just view but from perfected memory. I will not hold back anything. Eamonn stated, in a matter-of-factly tone. He had no intention of doing so in the first place, having raised his hand and aimed down at Cieven with the sole intention of turning him to dust and ash. This match had begun the moment the two entered the arena, no matter what either of them thought.
With a sword, eh? Eamonn thought, his internal voice almost musing if not for how serious he was at this current moment. For Cieven's sake he hoped that the young man had grown. Eamonn had not eased up once on his training with the sword, or his magical training. Even after everything he maintained both, wishing to perfect these two things and more; having taken up a number of different crafts. Very well, Cieven Yaine, Drawing the sword his hand rested so gently on , the sun would have reflected on the silver blade brightly to create a refraction of light.
Engraved into the blade of the sword, down near the cross guard on either side, one would have seen a salamander curled around with it's tail touching it's head; forming a circle. The salamander was within a flame, depicting that this creature was that of the Elemental Spirit of Fire. Lifting this sword, wrought from the heat of Eamonn's flames, he took a stance before Cieven. Show me what you have learned. At that moment Eamonn would have struck, leaping forward and swinging the sword with surprising swiftness at Cieven. Eamonn had no doubt after Cieven's display who was the faster of the two, but for this battle who was to say if that would be the deciding factor. Fast as Cieven might have been, Eamonn was quite quick on his own feet and even faster with the sword. To a normal man it may have even seemed as if Eamonn had been a blur of red-black and white, only the flash of light showing the path of his sword as it swept upward at Cieven.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 9:47 am
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☽ Cieven ☾❂☽ Yaine ☾
╚═════════════════╝ "YO! What's up?!"
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This was good. Ea wasn't going to hold back, he was going to make this interesting. That was good, it meant Cieven could show Eli exactly what the daggers she had could do. First, and foremost, Cieven wanted to see how Ea's sword skill had improved. That was what Ea used for a weapon, and no doubt was there in Cieven's mind that one sword against one sword, Cieven would lose. He was ambidextrous, but right now he wasn't utilizing that natural skill by using only one blade. Did Ea notice that? Most likely. And then Ea drew his blade, the light refracting off of it beautifully. Cieven blinked, impressed with the blade clearly, even if it was simple made. And then Ea struck, Cieven not even having time to comprehend that Ea had even moved. So Ea had learned some speed. This was good, Cieven smirked faintly as he saw the blur of motion cover the distance between them in less time than most people could react. That was fine, Cieven could match that speed.
As Ea swing his sword, the swordsman no doubt would have noticed where Cieven was, directly in front of him. As Ea started the swing, before it had any momentum, Cieven's blade crashed into it. Cieven's stance was what was truly strange though. He was holding his blade out, the point facing down with a fully outstretched arm. His feet were spread apart as he faced Ea in a sideways stance and his left arm was all the way out. The grass sways away from Cieven as he met Ea's blade, a sense of a fighting spirit clear in Cieven's eyes now. To anyone watching, it would have looked like this moment last for less than a second, to Ea and Cieven, it probably seemed to last for several seconds. That was the way fighting was. Those in the fight never did realize how little time had moved.
"Breathe." What? Cieven suddenly snapped his blade upwards as he back stepped, the intention to force Ea's hand upwards as well with his blade. The back step was a false movement though, because as soon as his feet touched the ground, Cieven was on Ea again, his blade moved with the grace that the weapon almost demanded, a flashing horizontal slice quickly followed by a cross body upward sweep. The upward sweep was by far a extremely opening attack, however there was also a good point to it. Following after an already swung attack, of which Cieven expected to be dodged, the follow after attack would most likely be blocked. Ea would probably pick up quickly what Cieven was doing. The Mer had already twice made swings to force Ea's blade upward. Cieven may have been trying to disarm Ea, but that seemed unlikely. Cieven didn't have that kind of skill with a blade. The only other reason was that Cieven was purposely forcing Ea's blade upwards to create momentary openings. They didn't last for more than a second, and Ea could easily dodge, but it wasn't hard to see what Cieven was doing.
Should the upward swing hit and force Ea's blade up again, Cieven's next motion was simple, a quick inward cut before raising his blade defensively, his feet coming together to brace for an attack. Cieven knew that Ea was fast, so taking any direct attack no matter how fast was dangerous. If Cieven's upward swing missed, one could note the Cieven's left hand was resting on his other sword. Should Ea tried to counter right then and there, the second blade would be drawn partially from it's sheath to block and sort of attack that might come at him from Ea as best as it could, and give Cieven time to back step away to safety. ↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑↓↑
"I've waited for this, lets go!"
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