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The figure that Akira would find in battle was one most wouldn't expect to see. He was young, but he walked with a limp in his left leg. An assortment of plate armour was worn over his regular clothes and enscrolled upon them was a number of arcane enchantments.

There was an old flintlock holsered at his left flank with a blade on his right. But was most unusual was that when he walked he made an infernal racket as the armour clanked with each step that was made even longer because he had to literally drag his left leg foward. It was only due to the help of his cane that he was able at all to enter the arena in this absurdly wild garb.

Lifting the vizor of his helm he then took it off and held it with his right hand and looked at his foe.

"Good day I say to you sir. How fare thee?"

To any with the witch sight, or ability to see magic, they would see bands of blue, white, and green flowing along the form of Quin. The green flowed especially into his left leg as he hobbled foward. The blue strip would show much to the man.

Gazing through the stream he could guess into the future of what would happen. The man's firearm was of little concern to him; but then nothing much ever seemed to trouble him. Thus was the life of a noble men, boredom with what existed to the point of needing to seek out even more fool hardy schemes.

Oh what fun it all was, it was as though the joy of the moment welled up inside of him and he could not hold it in any longer. And lo and behold for life seemed to mimic his thoughts for all the straps of his armour, all the clasps and buckles came undone tell he stood in a simple trowsers, tunic, and jerkin. The set of pistols with him and sword still at his sides.

"Well then, shall we have at it."

His hands traced along the curve of the stock for the aged flintlock, it had never failed him; and it most certianly wouldn't now.

"I lost my soul long ago. I gave it up for great power. And you are not one to deny me that ability."

The winds of magic were true enough; they blew from the northlands and there was nothing supernatural about the abilities that he tapped into. They were the scientific persuit of knowlege of some other higher plane that obeyed laws of its own.

"There is no negation of magic as all that I do is a manipulation of the physical world through means which you do not grasp. It is no different then the process by which the powder in your bullets combust to propell your rounds foward."

But then his hand moved towards his sword as well; "But then if you insists in your futile efforts then I see nothing that I can do but meat you by the blade of steel."

Pulling the broad sword blade much like a mortuary sword from its scabbard he brought it up in a one handed stance. His right flank facing his opponent, legs slightly bent with the right foot bent at an angle from Akira. His right arm was held bent but with the hilt of the weapon at shoulder height and the tip aiming for the man that stood before Quin.

"Try not to be too much of a fool, any and all abilities can be surpassed. It is just a trial of strength and strategy."

What a strange stance his opponent was taking. With such an odd grip the man would have to get far too close to strike Quin and then he would just skewer himself if he was to get close enough to strike.

Though Quin had to chuckle when the man went on about his little tangent about his "anti magic" field. The man was clearly proving himself all the more ignorant. Even though Quin may call what he did magic he could still achieve the same results through technology. They were inseperatable.

Watching contently in his own fighting stance Quin waited for the opportunity to strike. At five feet the man threw himself against the ground, landing harshly upon his shoulder. It would most likely bruise because of the hard stone that lay beneath the thin layer of sand.

Shifting his feet he always kept Akira infront of him, keeping his same stance when Akira rose up to perform his strike he would find himself skewered upon the thrusting schianova.

As Akira held his blade in such an odd way he would need to close far closer to strike Quin then Quin had to strike him. And so it was that when Akira came up he was pressed against the tip of Quin's sword against the base of his throat while Quin's left hand slammed against the pommel of Akira's katana before he could complete his slash. Closing his fingers about it he laughed.

"Fool that you be, you had to get far too close to strike me a blow while I could easily pierce you."

It is a sad thing that his opponent still thought he was wearing the armour when it has so visibly fallen from his form earlier in the fight. Quin was able to move unhindered by the armour and even if he still wore it he would be just as fast as out of it as the nature of armour does not slow one's speed down; but instead tires them out more quickly then out of it.

And so it was that the sword strike was true, the feeble attempt at a perry would not work as the man would have to shift his hand far too much as he had held his blade in a reverse dagger grip and had swung it upwards in a slash to strike at Quin's left armpit. At no point durring Quin's strike would the sword be in place to block the thrust.

Akira was simply too close, Quin's reach was that of his outstretched arm plus that of his sword while Akira's was only that of his arm's length. Further because of the angle Quin had an advantage as he could strike from where Akira was going to be as he had crashed to the ground to rise up while Quin needed only angle his blade slightly and thrust it foward, there was far more chance for his blow to strike true then for his opponent to dodge.

But if his opponent had shifted his body, rotating so that he moved with the movement of his slash then Quin's blade running along the flat of Akira's for a moment would find its target in the base of his neck. Clearly the more conservative movements Quin was displaying was giving him a hand over the more liberal ones Akira employed. Not even Akira's spin could save him as even a glancing blow to the neck would ultimately prove fatal.

(recap of what has been done based upon the words so far.

Akira charges Quin
Akira leaps to his left, landing on his shoulder to roll up and come at a slash against Quin.
Akira is holding his sword in a reverse dagger grip, reducing the range at which he can engage in.
Quin shifts to the right to keep with Akira's movements having shed his armour earlier in the fight.
Quin having a techniqual high ground and greater reach is able to angle his blade at Akira's throat.
Akira raises his blade upwards in his slash still while rotating his body to follow the slash.
Quin angles his blade by raising his sword hand higher, meaning that his sword is still going on its intended course.)

His left hand may not have found the pommel, or even the hilt of the blade; but it was a simple move to just clench the hand into a fist and deliever a jab towards Akira's now exposed flank.

With the jab at the man's kidney and the still present threat of being stabbed it would be best for the man to deal with those problems before he tried something else.

(And that is called an interupt.)

((Just to recap and further explain Akira's perry))
Akira had not in fact swung his blade upwards from his backhanded style, instead the actual position and direction of travel was an upward stab, not an arch slash. Thus the perry that he moved into was simple enough, his arm had stopped it's upward movement, and his wrists hand twitched the blade so it was perpendicular with Quin's strike, from here he had spun his body so the flat of his blade would perpendicularily strike against the flat of Quin's. This impact would thrust Quin's stab aside, though he Akira would still be nicked by the blade's point it would not be near as bad as a fatal wound.((Yeah I understand your interrupt but apparently you didn't understand my perry the flat of Akira's blade smacks directly, and perpendicularily against your blade and pushes it aside, it's not an upwards slash.))

The point of Quin's blade nicked Akira's neck ever so slightly, drawing a line of blood where it had been touched. Akira merely smiled and continued the rotation of his spin.((I'm reposting the attack that I had made last time because it seems that I had to further clarify the previous counter and attack. This way we don't get convoluted in the battle.))

Letting the momentum of the spin that he had put himself into carry him, Akira made about half a complete rotation, at this point he bent his knees, bringing him yet again bringing him extremely low to the ground, again making him a hard target, by creating a smaller area, or more condensed area as it were, the velocity of the spin boosted, spinning him around faster. It was at this point that his right arm spun around and his wrist aligned itself in a way that the blade pointed perpendicularily straight out from his hand forming a capital T which had been rotated 90 degrees to the left. Akira's left hand closed on the end of the sword as well, bracing his grip and the sword for the impact. Akira's spin brought the extremely sharp end of his blad around and down right at about shin heigth on Quin. If he wasn't careful he would be missing his feet. ((By the way this all happened in like 2 seconds, I just made sure to describe it fully for you.))