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Rolling to see who will go first

1 Page Avalon
2 Page Sessrumnir


Feel free to rp as usual randomizing betweeen 1 and 3 for each post, or to pre roll the results and go back and fill the posts in after the fact.

Rolling reference for ease
* For every post in a battle thread make sure you randomize between 1 and 3. The number you get will determine what happened during that turn.
1 - Uh oh, looks like you missed this time!
2 - Yay a hit! Your opponent should subtract 1 hp in their next post.
3 - Excellent hit! Your opponent should subtract 2 hp in their next post.

* Keep track of your HP on the top of each post you make please! When someone reaches zero the battle is over. (You can post once or twice more if you'd really like the two to wish each other well or what not)
If the dice decide to be jerks and the battle just keeps going on and on and on I may step in and ask for you guys to roll dice for some outside event to help out. Hopefully it won't be necessary

HP: 2
Damage: 1

Avalon really just wanted the experience, and for that she was willing to risk a giant conglomeration of light-side energy. Definitely she expected that something terrible would happen, but she also definitely expected that somehow they'd pull something out that would Save the Day. (After that battle up in space, could you really expect anything else? It wasn't just coincidence. Couldn't be. She'd have to take a look at correlation or causation, but what were the chances of some mystical Court pulling a figurative atomic bomb out of a metaphorical bag made only for the non-literal hand grenades of senshi power?) She couldn't actually say that she expected a total, overwhelming victory--sure, she'd like to win once or twice, but she wasn't going to bet on it.

"Avalon," she said in return, shaking out her hands. He was tallish, a bit shorter than her--although she wouldn't bet on that if they met up in civilian life, because she knew she got a rather unfair bump up on the height scale with her heels. Babylon had bemoaned it, several times, it was really very irritating in general if she was honest with herself. "Page of Earth." Hopefully she would soon catch up to Babylon, though. She'd never forgive herself if he hit whatever the third stage of Knight-dom was before she made it to the second rung of the ladder.

She tossed her hair out of her eyes, checked to make sure her ornaments were secured--but while she was doing that, Sessrumnir (which sounded like a keyboard smash, which she thought was a huge accomplishment, technically speaking) threw the first punch. She took it hard, and it jarred her hands as she adjusted a tie.

It was a very, very irritated girl who said, "Doesn't matter how old I am, didn't anyone tell you it's ******** rude to not ask if your opponent's ready in an exhibition match?" Which, in case anyone (Sessrumnir) had forgotten, this still was!

Her kick had all the power of her frustration behind it, but it wasn't a solidly thrown blow at all. Unfortunately, that only made her more annoyed; poor Sessrumnir!

HP: 2
Damage: 1

She scowled, darkly, straight white teeth visible between thin lips. He was laughing at her--or mocking her, one of the two, and neither was polite nor friendly. She didn't appreciate it much, and kept her guard up when he held out his hands. No way was she getting caught off her guard again--even if she lost here, this exercise wasn't wasted, because she'd been reminded of that simple fact. Obvious, really, because she should have known it from her days playing video games. But the differences between Soul Calibur and real life, what she was actually doing, were colossal. In retrospect, it was just a good job she'd learned it before a Nega had taught her that lesson.

"You don't take fighting in turns," she said, frustrated, but she didn't turn down the opportunity to hit him. The idea of hurting someone who was standing still and waiting for it must have been the reason for the poor aim--or maybe she was a lot worse at this than she'd thought. "If I answer, will you stop bothering me? I'm twenty." Coming up on twenty-one, but the information might be taken the wrong way--more as an invitation than anything else.

Which it wasn't. "I'm a barista," she informed him, "Now are you going to do this right or what?"

HP: 2
Damage: 1

What an inane thing to say. Everyone liked coffee, she was fairly sure of that--or something sold at the little cafe and bakery where she worked. Muffins. Everyone did enjoy muffins, she was fairly sure. "Is this what it's like to be considered conventionally attractive," she asked the sky in a long-suffering tone. Because if it was, she'd keep her too-sharp features and her too-flat chest and her too-limp hair and her too-masculine manner of dress forever. Better to pass under the radar than have to deal with this level of inane bullshit.

(Tate was flustered. She only brought out the "bullshit" comment when she was flustered, and blushing, and trying to look tougher than she was.)

"Stop flirting and start trying," she said, and this time she finally caught one of his bells with a kick, knocking it free and then shattering it under one heel with a musical little crash. "Come on! You're avoiding me too easily to really suck this much."

HP: 1
Damage: 2

Avalon scowled, shifting her body to protect her single remaining ornament, and when she threw the next kick the other ornament shattered. Really she should have felt fulfilled--imagine how embarrassing it would be to lose to someone who wasn't even trying!--but the thing that made her feel vindicated also removed any feeling of victory. He hadn't been trying, of course she'd won! Ugh, it was enough to make a body extremely pissed off.

She took a deep, calming breath. "Well, that was unsatisfying," she said irritably, tossing brown hair out of her eyes. "And a really shitty tactic, thanks."

She gave him another irritated look, because irritation stacked, didn't you realize. Irritation piled on top of irritation just went into meta-levels of annoyance and she was going to make sure he realized how annoyed she was. "Sure," she said, but her tone said she didn't really feel it. Avalon really was pissed about this, mostly because now she didn't know that she'd be good enough to take whoever was next.

The offer of a rematch did much to sweeten her disposition, though, and she glanced around for a piece of paper. No such luck. "If you want it, you'll have to memorize it," she said, "I'm not writing this down in blood."