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RULES: (Taken from mad9, thanks for the nice format! ^^)

• Each successful attack will remove 10HP, unless you have a Lore with special attributes.

• We will use the Random Number Generator 1-20 to determine hits.

1-10 = Miss
11-20 = Hit

• With the Random Number Generator from 1-20, our first posts will determine who attacks first. Whoever gets the highest number gets the opportunity to attack first. Along with your first post, state your HP, AP, Class, and any special attributes your Lore may have.

• If you have specified special attacks for your Lore/character in your RP journal, link to it so that I can read it.

• Please be clear and concise with your attack descriptions.

Beserker
HP: 130
AP: 10
LS: Earthquake - ( 5) - The berserker slams their fist into the ground, causing slabs of stone to stab up and smash into their opponent for 15 damage. This attack can fail if the randomized number is not a successful hit.

Kaine's tail's twitched slightly as he stared at his opponent's green helmet. While he wanted to gaze into his opponents eyes, the green lenses would have to do. The armor looked dull to him, and a bother to perhaps infiltrate. Kaine preferred ... darker adornments. The only thing sharp on him was his bracelet, there for style and whatever purpose he could find for it on and off battle fields. He seemed to be in for a challenge, something he was ever looking for. Sann proved to be easy to take down .. would this battle be more amusing? A small grin slowly slipped onto his face as he noticed his opponent's fascinating weapon. He dug his foot into the ground and took his stance, his fists would do his fighting like always.

Cocky as ever, Kaine pushed himself forward to make the first attack. He extended out both of his arms and let his claws seep out. He lunged forward and suddenly pushed both of his feet deep into the soil, taking a stance needed for the high leap into the air he then took. His plan was to come down will full force onto his opponents helmet. As he hit the peak of his jump he pushed himself in order to flip, his arm and upper body now falling to the dragoon~

130/130

When his opponent had reared back, Kaine had found himself somewhat snug inside of the lovely indent he had made into the stone floor. On all fours was not something he rather liked. As the centaur made his strike however he let his back legs stiffen as he lifted himself back onto his feet, narrowly missing the edge of the oncoming spear-arm being thrusted at him. With very little thinking, Kaine growled and lunged himself at the chest plate of the dragoon with the weight of his body.

By the time Kaine was able to figure out what had been miscalculated on his part he was busy staring at the small drip of blood of his that was dripping from his arm. Getting hit finally brought an awakening to the situation he was in, he was actually fighting something that thought things through unlike most of the situations he was used to. His tails twitched again as he glanced at the blade that had hit him moments ago. Cursing, he sighed and put up his hands once more, aiming for the chestplate once again. Mind you, repeated actions are frowned upon but a highly armored opponent has few places that can be broken into. Before actually lunging into his opponent, he stopped and slid under the belly of the unicorn and arched his claws upward.

120/130

Leraje frowned at Kaine's repeated task, but bent his legs nonetheless. He was thinking of intercepting the charge by doing a simple shoulder ram... but instead, was rather surprised when his opponent dropped to the floor. His already contracting legs releashed, and instead of launching forward, he went up. Straight up. It was to an almost amazing height...

Leraje chanted once again as he felt gravity starting to push him back down. Rivière morphed again, only to return to the form of the spear. His arms moved around like they already knew the orders as he began his descent with his spear prong aimed at the Kitsune.

Leraje smirked, "No pain, eh? I know what you mean..."

The dragoon stumbled back a bit on the impact of the rather feral opponent, but smiled. The kitsune was truly a strong match, but how unlucky was he. The blue armor had some weak points, but Kaine had found one of the strongest parts. The red-eyed beserker was latched onto the chest plate.

A trail of mysterious words left Leraje's mouth, causing Rivière to shapeshift again, splitting in half and sliding along the Leraje's back as fast as falling rain. The moving form stopped at the gauntlet and quickly became jagged and solid. The new form of this dragoon's weapon were a set of katars.

Leraje quickly pushed the two katars together like one would pound their knuckles together to show off their manlyness, but he wasn't showing off. Oh no, he was going to smash the sharp points into his new attached 'friend'.