Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? [Sher]

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

A penny for your thoughts
But a dollar for your insides

Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he stood there, panting. The point of his sword was directed at the throat of the boy in front of him, his opponent's sword lay a few feet away. It had been an easy battle, the boy was more skilled with a spear than a sword and his movements showed it. Hardly three minutes had passed since the match had begun, and now it was over. With a sneer at the trembling figure in front of him, Rolex dropped his arm and turned his back on the boy. Scanning the crowd around him with bright green eyes, he ran his finger through sweaty brown hair. The action made his hair stick up in spikes so it looked as though he had just been zapped by something.

He was not the most impressive in terms of stature, being only 5'9", but he was known for his deftness at wielding a sword. Bright green eyes went from face to face, seeking a new challenger, hoping to find someone of greater skill. In fact, he was even so desperate as to take a challenge from a person that was at least more confident than the last couple. Fighting an opponent that was afraid of you made it too easy to disarm them. He had faced three people aside from the last boy, and all of them lacked his skill with a blade. He might have been at a disadvantage if it had been a challenge using daggers or spears, but a sword was what he was most comfortable with.

Surely someone other than his instructor could provide him the hardship he so desperately needed. Even now, his trainer was becoming easier and easier to beat as Rolex learned his movement and attack styles. A fresh adversary with at least decent skills with swords might finally bring a worthwhile fight. I need someone who knows more than how to swing, someone who will actually give me a tough time. The tone of his inner voice changed into somewhat of a whine as he continued to think, why must I always have to fight people who suck?

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Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank

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I faced my instructor fiercely, fore raging in my eyes as i spiraled towards him, my sword clanking the metal with him. With a disappointing grunt, I took all my strength and whipped the sword from his grasp with mine and used my foot, kicking him to the ground before proudly holding the metal blade to his throat as if I was about to slice it open. He laughed and gave me an approving round of applause. I let the smile take over my face again before peeling off of him and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I lay the sword on the ground, keeling back on my feet and letting my body regain momentum before standing up again. He gave me the usual speech and tips on how to improve the lesson, he gave me an overall good ranking for the day and suggested I go find a sparring partner. Usually, I focused on my martial arts, but the sword made me feel like I was a hero, like the ones in fairy Tales. It sounded cliche, but was very much how I felt.

I took the partner into great consideration. I was itching to try my moves on someone I could most likely face in rel circumstances. Earlier, I had seen a boy fight two other with some talent in his footwork and lunges. I stood on my tiptoes and looked over the heads of people before spotting his green eyes. I confidently grinned and walked over, the sword in hand. I found him and looked at him. "Care to accompany me in a fight?" I said proudly laying the tip on my sword in my other hand. He seemed like a worthy opponent, and he was about to prove it.

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa

For a moment he thought he would have to fight another novice, or even worse that he would have to face someone who had never picked up a sword before. If he would have to stoop so low to get another opponent, he may as well hang up his sword and call it quits for the day. He would have hated to do that, though, being as he never backed down from a challenge, even if that challenge was trying to find a challenge.

That was when he spotted her, brown hair and dark eyes with a confident grin on her face. Well, he had wanted confidence. Rolex scanned her, green eyes giving away nothing as he took in her form and posture. He noted how easily she held her sword, the dull metal scattering light along it's length. It wasn't as if it was an extention of her arm, like his sword was for him, but it was obvious that she had practiced a lot. Her strides were smooth and balanced, showing off more of her training. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting just a touch. This was the type of person he was looking for; confident, good with a blade, ready for a hard match. When she looked into his eyes, the confidence sitting there, even as she faced him, made his smirk grow lopsided the right corner of his mouth rising higher than the left.

Her voice, as steady and confident as her eyes, reached him. "Care to accompany me in a fight?" She thought she was ready for him, he could tell. He also knew that she had at least heard of his reputation, if not seen him spar with someone else. His eyes took in the relaxed way she placed the tip of the sword against one palm as she held the hilt in the other, and how she kept from even nicking herself on the point. These swords, designed for training, weren't exactly the sharpest of things but they didn't have rounded edges either.

He turned his head to nod at his trainer, who came over and looked at the both of them. Rolex saw that his trainer was sizing up the girl, and knew it wasn't for his benefit, but hers. If he thought she would be in over her head in picking a fight with Rolex then he would call it off. It seemed that he thought she would be able to handle herself, and he launched into his pre-spar lecture. "Alright you two. Before we begin, I need to make sure you understand a couple of things." He paused and looked at them both to make sure they were listening, Rolex just nodded slightly to tell him to go on. "First, this is only a training match, under no circumstances are you to complete a killing blow. Second, to prevent serious injury, you will be wearing light armor." Rolex rolled his eyes. The "armor" being referred to was actually two semi-thick, Capitol-designed pieces of cloth that would only keep a career from being chopped into pieces. It did nothing to protect against bruises and sometimes people had even gotten cuts through them. He didn't put much faith in them.

His trainer ignored the eye roll and stated the final requirement for the match, causing Rolex to mouth the words along with him. "Finally, you will use only your sword, any use of your fists or feet will cause you to forfeit the match. The winner is the one to be in position for a killing blow first, or the one who causes the other one to give up. Now, time to suit up and then we can get to the match." Rolex made his way over to the "armor" he would be using, gently placing his sword on the bench beside it. Slipping into the fabric and doing up the number of zippers and Velcro pieces, he turned to see if the other girl was ready. He picked up his sword and walked over to the center of the ring of people before twirling his sword in a complicated pattern as he waited for his opponent. The blade he held was his own, given to him by his trainer for being such a quick study. It was a hand-and-a-half sword, made for his size and build. If he was ever to go into the Games, he would like to have this sword sent to him through sponsors, since he wouldn't be allowed to bring it into the arena himself. His gaze was on the girl he was about to face, a bored smile on his lips. Do you know what you're in for, girl?

We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right

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Other: Okay, so, everything the trainer says applies. Plus, any injuries received are real injuries. Also, both characters will have 30 HP, when this is brought to 0 the player can have the choice of their character being knocked out or giving up. You can forfeit at any time. Ready to get started?

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I snickered as he smiled at me. As I examined him betterin the light, he had thick green eyes and a strong stature, slightly short, but strong. A worthy opponent if I do say so myself. He called over his trainer with just a nod of his head. Him and his trainer, both sizing me off. I may be small, but i have an unlimited amount of endurance just built up inside of me. I took my word from my palm and firmly placed the tip on the ground and leaning on it with just enough wait to not let it slide from beneath me nor bend. The trainer went over the rules, as if I hadn't heard them. What slightly surprised me is that i couldn;t use my feet, my secret weapon most of the time. as my trainer watched me, I gave him a slight shake of my head. He knew what it meant but just smiled and shrugged, knowing this would be a good test for me.

My trainer helped me suit up, reach the zippers on my back and such. He gave me a couple tips and I nodded. I had to find his weak points, watch every of his movements carefully. My trainer, he was skilled and very down to Earth. He knew what he was talking about, so I took every helpful comment and critique seriously. Once I was suited up with the sad excuse for protection, even cloth. I took my sword by the hilt strongly. The sword was my fathers, from when he was a Career, never needed it, so he passed it on to me. It was such a beautiful thing. I shined it up when I could, make the engravings stand out even more. They were detailed, every line carved with grace. I took pride in every time I held it.

Since I specialized in martial arts, every time i did train with it, I felt an energy build up inside of me that made me feel stronger and greater. I took a deep breath and walked up to him, shoulders back, standing tall. A good first impression was always important. As he smiled, I smiled back, narrowing my eyes and looking at him straight. I've heard of his reputation before for being extremely talented, beating every career that crossed his path, and I was his next challenger. "Do you know what you're in for, girl?" he said smoothly staring into my eyes. "I depends, are you?" I sneered back raising my sword in front of me in a ready stance, positioning my feet perfectly and bending my thin knees ever so slightly.


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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship

He hadn't realized he had spoken his thoughts until he heard the girl reply. She was watching him with narrowed eyes, as though taking mental notes on him. "It depends, are you?" Then she sneered at him, making his smile shift into an amused grin. He watched her, still relaxed, as she raised her sword and took up the starting position. Giving his trainer a nod to signal they were ready, he stepped forward to take up the mirror position to the girl. However, his sword wasn't raised as hers was, instead it was held a little higher than his waist, the tip facing the ceiling. He was ready, even if it didn't look like it.

Now his trainer approached them, standing a couple steps back from them in order to inspect both of them. Affirming to himself that they were ready, he nodded once and took an addition step back, leaving plenty of room for them to make their first move. Out of the way now, he raised a hand as a signal that the match was about to start. "Begin." With that he dropped his hand, meaning that it was time for Rolex to move.

Out of the starting gate, he was either the first or last person to make a move according to whatever strategy he was using at the time. For this fight he would strike first, then attempt to deal with whatever counter move she would make. He was going to wear her down quickly, then take her when she was exhausted.

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Shallow cut on right calf - 3.5

He had only hit her lightly, but it was enough to be sore. It probably wouldn't leave much of a bruise, if any, but it would cause her momentary trouble. Little hits like this might take longer to defeat her with, but it would be easier for him to dodge her blows if he didn't leave himself open to attempt a hard strike. Besides, every little bit counts.

There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

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I study him carefully as he grins at me. He seemed ruthless. His eyes locked with mine, it was almost as if we tried to read each other's minds, find out the first move. He acquired the right stance, his sword pointing a bit more upwards than mine, and bent his knees like mine comfortably.

"Begin" announced he trainer/ref. I slowly started to move around, and then he struck. Off guarded, he hit the fabric on my leg. Not nearly ahrd enough to to hurt me, even though it would leave a bruise in the morning. I was trained to block o the pain, not think about it, keep focs on my target.

I snapped him an amused grin and circled around him as he kept himself in front of me watching me very closely, like a hawk. It was very important to assume their next strike, which is exactly what I did. I lunged forward.

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The metal of our swords clinked together. I used all the muscle in my shoulder and forearm to slide it back, once he gave, I lunged again, hitting his right bicep, leaving a tear in the fabric. I smiled at my work, but quickly tried to keep a straight face. Not a bad hit if I say so myself. I backed up to assume the position again and wait for his next move cautiously.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all

She was quick, he had to give her credit for that. Able to wield a sword well, and quite accurately, she had managed to hit him and hit him hard. The sleeve of his "armor" was sliced neatly and blood welled from an inch long cut on his bicep. No big deal, though, he had fought with a broken wrist before. The pain from his wound was pushed to the back of his mind as he searched for a spot to attack. He tested spots with quick jabs, smiling as she deflected them. She was good, but she was wasting her energy, those strikes weren't meant to wound.

Now he would go for a real blow, waiting for the right moment before he would swing in and hope to deal a heavy hit. He gauged where her weak spot might be, then looked to a different spot. It was one of his oldest practices, looking at a place he could attack while actually going for a different, weaker, spot. Alright, he was set. Now to strike.

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Miss - 0.0

Damn it. He had over shot his mark, stabbing at a place that she wasn't occupying. What was wrong with him for this fight? Was he loosing his touch? No, he couldn't let one miss shake him. Perhaps it was his arm, the blow she had dealt was harsh. Turning his head momentarily to gaze at the cut, wondering how bad it actually was. He sighed as he saw that the blood dripping from it had turned part of the sleeve red. Looks like this was worse than I thought. Oh well, I'll just give this arm a break. And so he did, shifting his sword from one had to the other, so he now gripped the hilt in his left hand. It was thanks to having sprained his wrist a few years ago, and his trainer's insistence that he continue training that he could now wield a sword with either hand.

It would require a small shift in position, and a tiny change in strategy but those were things he had trained himself to do automatically. If he ever did enter the Games, he would have the benefit of being able to fight even after losing an arm or hand.

And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
Whoa

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When I looked back to his chest, not only was the fabric neatly parted with a slice, I realized I had cut too deep. Red blood was welling up around it and staining the cream fabric. I cringed and gave him a sorry look. I had no intention's of hurting him, it just happened. The blood started to spread sating his shoulder red. He mst have realized this this becasue he sighed, did it hurt? It mst have because he switched arms, which surprised me. Could he really use his other arm as well? That would come in handy.

After testing for my weak spots, he eyed me suspiciously and lunged at me, I simply stepped aside, sending the blade slicing through the air into a void. I snickered, a grin brought back on my face. I stepped back into place once he retreated and waited to see if he was going to try again. Noticing he didn't, I started moving my feet towards and away from him, thrusting my sword forward, which he blocked with his arm well. The sound of metal connecting together was music to my ears.

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I missed him by an inch. I grunted retreating from my position, making sure to keep sword wielded in front of me in protection. Too much confidence in myself. I had to relax. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I let my senses zone in on him and hos weapon. I heard flying through the air, I blocked it. My hearing sensing every little movement. My heart race lowered and I opened my eyes again, a small grin on my face. Dimples forming. I was ready this time, and I wasn't going to miss nor let him get me.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa

She had come at him again, come to strike the blow he had failed to make. Unfortunately for her, he was just as good with his left arm. He watched her trust forward, raising his sword to meet hers before the metal could come close enough to cut him again. It would not be so easy for her to wound him, not after his awareness had been risen. She would have to be quicker next time, if she wanted to deal another blow. Waiting, his gaze remained on her as she balanced herself. Watching her eyes carefully, he noted where she was going to strike. As she went in for the slash he skipped backward, staying light on his feet and out of the path of the blade. Just like before, he had read her and was able to out speed her.

Now it was time for his strike, hopefully this time to be more successful than the last. Another miss would make his skill seem a joke. If it was a block, it wouldn't be as bad but it wasn't going to demonstrate his real ability. He had been given this sword as a gift, it had been meant to reward him for his skill with a blade. It was time he earned this gift.

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Deep Gash on Chest - 9.5

Aha, now that was a strike to be proud of. His blade penetrated her defenses, knocking aside her blade in order to slice across her chest. The fabric peeled away under his sword's edge, slicing into the shirt and skin beneath. Retracting his sword arm and regaining a fully balanced posture, he watched his opponent. Seeing the extent of the wound he had made he wondered if perhaps he shouldn't have hit her so hard. If the cut on his bicep was anything to go by, she was probably in a lot of pain. He hoped he hadn't wounded her too badly, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. The damage was done.

We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right

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As he struck again, I first blocked it, until my arm gave and he sliced the fabric across my chest. It cute depeer than I expected though, the blade managed to rip my shirt and pierce my skin, a little deeper than I would have liked. It started burning terribly, but as I was trained, I pushed it aside, leaving it in the back of my mind. It always took a lot of endurance to preform well with a wound like this, but I could do that.

My smile changed into narrowed eyes and a straight face, now, now I had to prove myself. I took a step toward him, my sword weld in front pointing at him in defense. I kept all my senses on the movement of that, now slightly red, blade. I still can't believe he drew blood. As i looked back down, it started to spread further. I cringed at the sight and changed my focus to him once again. I contemplated my next move carefully, watching for his weak spots and unguarded places.

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AI struck forward, sending my sward against his. I was really in for it now. Using all my strength, I pushed his sword to the side with force, sending him turning with it. As he did, i struck his back, but only enough to slightly split the armor. It was still a good move though, powerful enough to send him into a turn. I backed off as he turned back, a scowl on my face.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship

She wasn't smiling anymore. He hadn't expected her to be, now that he had dealt as hard of a hit as he had. Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth was set in a grim line. She looked down and cringed at the wound on her chest. If she wasn't able to handle the sight of blood, she wouldn't be able to last in the Games. But this wasn't the Games, and they weren't tributes. Surely he would be doing alright in the Games if he had been reaped. Or perhaps he would be one of the first few killed.

Either way, he knew he would have to be ready for her to go after him more fiercely than before. Sure enough, here she came, scanning him in a similar fashion to how he had done in reverse before. Any moment now, she would strike. And she did, moving forward and raising her sword as though to hit his shoulder. He lifted his own blade to meet hers, the metal clanging as the two weapons came together. He could see her straining against him, and knew that in a moment she would push his sword aside.

To lessen the damage to himself, he lessened his pressure against her blade and allowed her force to push him into a spin. Had he stayed in one spot, she would have done a lot more damage. As it was, she sliced a small rip in the fabric over his back. He wasn't sure how bad the damage was, but it hadn't pierced the skin. Finishing his turn, he looked back to see her standing there, scowling at him.

He flashed her a quick grin, then, leaving her no time to prepare, he leaped forward.

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Perhaps he should have waited, balanced himself better before attempting to attack again. He had stumbled as he took off, making his leap awkward. The poor landing had sent him further off balance, and by that point there was no way any strike of his would hit well, though he tried. As he thought, his swing was crooked and the girl easily blocked it. He would have to try another attack later, but first he would have to parry her return blow.

There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

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I laughed a bit as he tried to have a go at me again. A little wobbly on his feet. He tried to swing the sharp metal at me, but missed almost completely as I slightly leap to the side. If we was ever going to beat me at this game, he was going to have to be a little quicker in balance. I knew I had always been nimble on my feet though and rarely dizzied.

As he regained his balance, I decided to take my shot now when I have the best chance of getting him off guard.

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Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough to take my chance and he guarded himself. I sighed frustrated and tried to defeat his grip, but he wasn't letting up. Maybe I underestimated him, quicker than I thought. If he was my ally in the Games, I would actually be prod to have him.

I noticed the blood on my shirt was spreading, but I hid the pain in my emotions focusing once again on the fight in front of me. I blocked a couple throws at me easily as well I blocked his with ease. I was glad to have him as an opponent, and no matter who one, I would be happy. Wait. Who was I kidding, I will win this. My eyes narrowed again in a focused stare as he struck again.

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship

She had laughed at his attempt, which didn't surprise him. It had been a little weak. It bothered him, though, that she was cocky enough to laugh at him, not too long after he had just given her as bad of a wound as he did. Speaking of her wound, he saw it was still bleeding freely. A flash of guilt crossed his mind, but he pushed it aside. The cut on his shoulder was stinging from the air, and it was still bleeding as well. He had no reason to feel guilty for his blow.

He knew she would try and attack him now, thinking that he didn't have his balance yet. Sorry for her, he was always quick to regain his balance. He had continued the act that he was still unstable, in hopes to lure her in for an attack. It seemed to have worked, because she had jumped at him again, sword out. Sneering at her for falling for his trick, he easily blocked the coming strike, holding steady against the pressure of her sword. She sighed, obviously frustrated.

It was then she checked her wound, and he saw a flicker of worry and pain cross her eyes, then she seemed to push it away. Trying to pretend it doesn't hurt? He thought, scornfully, Well, you're going to have to try harder than that if you want me to believe it. It didn't matter though, he didn't have to believe it, he just had to beat her.

He did a couple of test blows, trying to fake getting tired by using weak blows. His strategy was to lower her guard, then strike like a viper. She narrowed her eyes at him again, obviously waiting for him to strike. Instead of giving her what she wanted, and making it easier for her to block him, he danced around her, making her have to shift her position in order to keep facing him. Hopefully she would be getting bored, or worried about what he would do.

Thinking that he spent enough time dodging her, he went in for the blow.

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Shallow Cut on Right Calf - 3.5

Well, it wasn't the greatest of strikes, but he had managed to hit her. And that's what counted. Every bit of damage he could rack up on her would bring him that much closer to winning the match. He had to admit, a small slice on the leg, only enough to make a line on the fabric armor she wore, was pretty piddly, but it was better than missing again. He would just have to hold up against her, not let her have another blow like that first one she had had. It would not do him well to suffer another wound like was on his arm.

There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down

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I recovered from my miss fairly quickly, regaining my balance and all. I felt as if I had to concentrate on the placement of my blade more rather then what was going on in his head and estimating his next move. He seemed to be tiring out a bit, lunging a bit weaker and taking more time to make a move. I felt like this was a nice chance to get a hit out of him. Unfortunately, once again I underestimated him. He lunged forward hitting the fabric on my calf leaven a small tear. Not the best hit in my book, but it was better than a miss.

I gave him a raised eye brow as if telling him I'm impressed. I was actually. I wonder why he wasn't an actor, he was pretty good at fooling me. I guess I never thought of taking that kind of approach, maybe I should be taking notes on this. I shook the thought and returned my focus. I centered all my energy on the sword in front of me and my arm. I'm going to get it, I'm going to hit him, I thought to myself positively. I lunged.

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[ Shallow cut on right fore arm- 3.5 ]

Fuck. I thought to myself. I got a hit, but it wasn't good enough for me at this point. I'm sure my face and eyes could show my frustration, I couldn't let it get to me. It would do me know good right now. I tried to let the expression of disappointing fade from my solemn face. I noticed I had a hard, stare on my face, not the most appealing for me. I stated swaying back and forth on my feet to keep myself going, so i would be ready for his next move, what ever the clever actor had in mind for me tonight.

[ HP 13.5 ]

[ooc: I don't think i can say sorry enough Kire, I'm disappointed in myself ]

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[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers

She raised an eyebrow at him in a way he took to mean that she was impressed. He simply returned the expression with a Cheshire cat grin before his face fell back into a concentrated expression. She seemed to shake her head the slightest bit, as though clearing a thought from her mind. Then she too fell into concentration, and the shift in her body told him that she was more concerned about her blade and her movements than what he was doing. Not a bright idea, but if you think it'll work for you, then go ahead.

She waited a moment, as if collecting herself, before launching at him. He dodged to the side, fast but not fast enough. He let a quick scowl flash across his face as she struck him. It wasn't any sort of real blow, but the fact that he had been hit at all was an annoyance. However, the look of frustration in her eyes relieved some of his own bad mood and gave him the gall to begin his 'dance' again, the light series of movements that carried him in delicate circles around her. One, two, step. Three, four, flick of his blade. His strikes never came close to her, instead they were fakes to try and break her guard and distract her.

That was, until he went in for the real blow.

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Shallow Cut on Right Thigh - 3.5

Another light blow. If this continued the way it was going, he might still win. But if she got in a good hit, he might be done for. Hopefully his next blow would be more impressive. Continuing his dance in an attempt to avoid her blade, he gave her a wink before flicking the tip of his sword at her in a teasing gesture, like he was daring her to strike. Come at me, if you dare, he thought, his Cheshire cat grin returning to his features.

Whoa whoa
We only want to sing you to sleep

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Other: No no, it's alright. You had a good reason why you couldn't reply. ^^ I've had times where I just haven't replied because I haven't felt like it.
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