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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 6:16:00 GMT
The satisfying rip of fabric beneath her blade brought a grin to her face, yet she didn’t have long to enjoy it. A flash of silver in the moonlight returned a strike to her right side. Milo had moved in close one more, utilizing the close distance to put her longer weapon at a disadvantage, and his into cutting range. With a hiss, she tried stepping to the right, only feel a sharp sting when the blade found its mark. Too late, she couldn’t dodge this one. What reminded Roxan of anger ran through her mind, revealed on her face with only the slight twitch of her brow. The thought to land a sharp blow to his sword arm while she had the chance crossed her mind. However, his arm had already moved back before she could move her rapier.
Quickly, she had to think of something quickly. Her eyes followed his sword hand, taking note of the distance between themselves, and weighing whatever options she had. The constant shifting of distance was going to get annoying after a while, but there were other things to worry about. For instance, the two objects he held in his hands: one for attacking and one for defense. Roxan's rapier offered mainly offense. Right now, she should focus on trying to even the playing field. If she could just get him to lose his grip on either his katana or sheath...
Reaching a decision, she sent a low jab, appearing like she was trying to catch his ankle. But she quickly pulled back before the tip of her blade could touch his legs. Hopefully he would be distracted, and she followed it by quickly stepping out, using her speed as an advantage. She should have managed to gather a few moments to make this plan successful. The back of her left shoe hit the stone ground with a light tap. Using it as leverage, she twisted slightly to cut at Milo's sword hand, her sword's blade a wicked silver in the night. C'mon... she thought expectantly in her mind, her expression revealing grim determination.
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Post by Milo on Apr 21, 2015 7:07:23 GMT
► milo  @roxan 277 words
| Euphoria spreads through Milo as he gets the satisfying feeling of his blade slashing through his opponents side. There is no Roxan anymore, there is no Milo, just two foes fighting it out against one another. Blade against blade, cut against cut, each having there blood spilled on this battle field. For Milo no amount of words could possibly describe the almost purity of how amazing this feels for him. How beautiful this dance of danger is.
Next he sees her going for a low strike to his ankle, a solid move to lessen his movement. Without much thought he slides back his leg as he goes to crouch down. But he quickly feels his mistake in his sudden movement as he feels the red hot shot of pain, sting into his current sword shoulder. Damnit! Another faint. He curses himself, as darkness wells around his feet fast, and extending his legs quickly launches him into the air at the right angle to give him some space from his foe.
As he lightly lands his hand moves to his shoulder feeling the welling of blood, adrenaline flowing even faster then ever. Quickly testing his movement he can feel that she didn't get a proper full thrust in. She must have been aiming for his arm not his shoulder when he crouched. He then easily switches his sword to his other hand, forgoing his sheathe into a loop behind his left hip.
He holds his sword diagonally across his chest, waiting for her to get closer, his sword in a guarding position. "Good hit" he smirks happier, then ever. Wanting this fight to keep going as long as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 4:34:55 GMT
She grit her teeth as she saw him move out of his standing position, crouching low to the ground. Had she been to slow to catch him? She tried to shift the direction of her attack to try and catch his sword arm, losing a good deal of the momentum she had initially put behind the attack. Her sword hand could feel the impact, and she heard more than saw the tearing of cloth. Quickly she pulled her rapier back, only to see that red had stained its silver edge.
Apparently this time her cut had managed to something more than leave a shallow cut. She couldn’t see exactly what injury she had caused, but he’d finally put away one of the objects in his hands. It was too bad it wasn’t the sword, but she was going to take what she could. A small grin tugged at the edge of her lips, but she wasn’t foolish enough to let her guard down. Her blade remained raised, ready for the counterattack. He was in a crouching position, which could only mean he was going to go for an attack that relied on the power of the legs. Maybe a jump attack? It turned out part of her prediction was correct, because the next thing she knew, Milo had managed to jump several feet into the air. Flying in a neat arc over her, she found herself at a lost as for what to do next as he disappeared from her field of vision.
Hearing him land behind her, she whirled around, not wanting to get attacked from behind, an guarded look on her face. But she surprised — that was the word, wasn’t it? — at his grin and compliment. Despite being injured, he was still willing to talk? She was loathe to admit this, but she could respect his tenacity. It was both annoying and respectable. “And you’re full of surprises yourself.”
Her rapier lowered slightly, taking advantage of the time to talk a little. “Where’d you learn to fight like that?"
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Post by Milo on Apr 22, 2015 5:27:35 GMT
►milo  @roxan 200 words
| Milo is loving this, his opponent is calm but fierce, as well as equally skilled as him. His only real worry being that he just gave away one of his biggest advantages. But it could have been bad if he had stayed where he was. He takes a look to his sword, his Kurikara. Without much thought he whispers to his sword. "Is it time yet?" But he shakes his head, no. There is more fighting to be done, so he looks back to his opponent.
"I'm self taught." He says with confidence and ease. There is no really better answer for it, for once he arose as a heartless it was one fight after learning from each and every one of them. "But this is not the proper time for lengthy talks" He rushes forward sword in both his hands. Aiming to faint towards her sword arm, then turn it into a horizontal slash across her chest.
As he draws near he speaks again, in a shouting voice "This is a battle!" Attempting to distract her with the sudden change as he goes in for his attack. Quickly shifting from the faint to the slash. Make her bleed Kuikara!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2015 20:36:33 GMT
He only gave her a brief answer. It seemed the two were interested in different things. Milo appeared to be completely invested in the fight at hand, Roxan’s own interests were directed in several directions. Information, reconnaissance, beating down this heartless. And now it was her receive a feint, seeing the blade swing at her sword arm, she caught on at the last moment that he was using her own tactics against her. She tilted her sword to try and slide the incoming attack away from her, only to notice at the last moment that he had begun to swing at her chest. Quickly she stepped back in surprise, but it was too late. The feeling of cold steel cutting from her right shoulder to mid chest, was sign enough she’d made a bad mistake.
Her left hand clenched the fabric over where the cut had been made as she backed away. Questions began crossing the forefront of her mind at lightning speed. How deep? Was she bleeding? Were any muscles injured? Could she still fight? The adrenaline rushing through her body made it difficult to judge just how much it hurt. But she could feel something wet on her skin and it began to stain her clothing. Around the tear of her shirt, a dark spot was beginning to bloom. Raising her left hand, she briefly glanced at it.
Blood.
This wasn’t fun anymore. Blood loss was going to become exhausting. Both her right shoulder and side were injured, and though it seemed they were on even footing, she didn’t want to push it. That was, frankly, a novice’s mistake. Now she was going to pay for it.
Not waiting for Milo to make another move, she raised her left hand. She didn’t have a lot of energy, considering that most of it was used up during the sword fight. The air above her grew colder, and she muttered the necessary words to activate her spell. Above her left hand, needles of ice began to form, and they glistened in the moonlight. With a gesture, she sent the ice towards Milo. The small needles were individually formed with blunted ends, meant to distract rather than cause any real damage. To create something sharper would take more energy than Roxan could spare at the moment. But getting hailed on wouldn’t be enjoyable either.
With that, she quickly turned, breaking into a run towards one of the empty buildings.
((ooc: sorry for the wait!))
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Post by Milo on Apr 27, 2015 21:04:22 GMT
►milo  @roxan 329 words
| He made her bleed... He made her bleed! The sight of the blood is so wonderful to Milo, and her panicked look made him start to lose control of his level head. But he shook his head. He needs to keep control, this was only supposed to be a friendly spar, and it had gotten out of hand. He was low on energy himself, and lightly only has enough let to do one of two things. Finish this Nobody, or express that he wont kill her. After that, he will be useless and unable to fight.
Looking forward he sees her start to do something odd, holding her hand up she starts to say some kind of incantation. Not long after he sees what looks like dull icicles floating above her head. How interesting, she has a spell as well. His is much more deadly but never the matter. He also watches as she starts to spring towards one of the abandoned buildings. She really does fear for he light right now. Milo can understand why, its how most people react when they fight him.
Crouching low planning on plowing through the flying projectiles, shadows coalesces underneath him as he launches himself forward and pass Roxan. After passing her he stops himself holding his hand out to her, he drops his sword and bows to her. "Well fought, but that will be the end of the fighting." He holds his hands out peacefully his form returning to his normal style, much less aggressive, the wound on his shoulder showing a good sized stain on his shoulder.
Good, he regained control, it would have been worrisome if he had not. Hopefully she would understand and accept his invitation at peace now. If not that will just be the way of things he will not give chase anymore. He had done enough damage, he had seen her bleed, and he had one hell of a fight. He was more then satisfied.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 3:50:14 GMT
Although she prided herself in her speed, Roxan was no match for the surge of shadows that easily swept Milo past her. Rather than see the boy come after her, she could feel his presence. Forcing herself to slow to a stop, she sent a glare at him, ready to attempt another escape. Her right hand clenched her weapon, doing her best to ignore the pain that stung her chest and side. She tilted her weight to her left, ready to make quick change in direction. To her surprise, instead of making another attack, Milo placed his sword back into its sheath, now in a relaxed position. A hand reached out amicably, and as he suggested an end to the fight, Roxan only cautiously lowered her rapier.
This was an interesting turn of events, but Roxan needed time to process this. It was painful to breathe, the rise and fall of her chest just aggravated the wound she received there. It was irritating to have to feel this discomfort. As she watched Milo for any new signs of aggression, she contemplated running him through with her rapier. The boy was unarmed, and like her, he was injured. That should be affecting him in some way, right? Or was he just unable to feel pain? Even if he was an easy target at this moment, the more she contemplated this, the more the thought disgusted her. That was odd. Had she grown to respect him? With a sigh, she let go of her weapon, feeling it disappear into thin air with a silent command.
Walking towards Milo, she replayed the previous series of events to herself. Hadn't they started their spar with a friendly gesture? She remembered the hostility she was met with when she'd placed her hand on Milo's knee. Now they would end with such a gesture; a handshake. Her left hand covered her mouth as she felt a grin tug her lips. What was going on? A laugh escaped, and with that she burst into a full fit. At the same time she bent over in pain, the action having caused a burning sensation to run through her chest. Even so, her shoulders shook as she continued.
“Aha..ha…” Slowly her fit had died down, and as she waited for her breathing to slow, her hand extended out as well. Taking the boy’s in her own, she gave a firm shake. “That was quite an experience. But just so you know, I wasn't even trying that much.” Her pride refused to admit that she could have lost if the fight was drawn out longer. Giving Milo’s hand a slight squeeze, her gaze lingered on his face, memorizing the boy’s appearance. With that she let go, taking several steps back. Secretly she hoped they’d meet again, and by then they would both have changed.
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Post by Milo on May 7, 2015 7:09:40 GMT
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| Milo collapses to the ground after they shake hands, landing in a sitting position barely. He feels the sting in his shoulder strong as he reaches around into his pocket to pull out something that would help. He pulls out a potion, and downs it, feeling its regenerative properties surging through his wounds. Its not instant or anything, but it will help with the pain. sitting back he looks up at Roxan. "Yes it was," he responds to her, "And I was holding back." Which was true, kind of. He held back on killing her with his final blow, but for the rest of it, he was running at his max.
Damn that fight was something else. It had been a long time since he had been pushed to the brink like that. Where was close to killing the person he was sparing with. Of course both of us started to lose ourselves seeing how she had feared for her life and tried to run away. But now that is was all over they can return to be being, well now in a way friends. Not something Milo has a lot of. Looking over to Roxan he pulls out his single Hi potion, and offers it to her. Those aren't cheap, but he damaged her greatly, it was the least he could do.
Smiling, "I do hope that we meet again after this, such a good fighter. I would be more then willing to call you friend." Resting his sword against his shoulder his mind relives the battle again in all of its wonderment. He was more then happy that his first encounter in this town was such an amazing fight.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 5:25:48 GMT
And with that, Milo had simply fell back to sit on the floor, content as could be. She blinked at seeing such a change in behavior, but didn't make further comment. Seeing him pull out a potion, she eyes it with some intensity. Envy could be the name of this emotion, Roxan wasn't sure. The pain from her injuries was going to be a bother, but she could always make a quick return to the World that Never Was to recover. Testing herself, she ran a check over what energy was left in her body. Her eyes briefly closed, trying to find that spark that was the source of her magic.
Ah...it was there, but rather faint. She'd used a lot more than she had anticipated. The injuries she'd received, the focus she needed to maintain, the speed at which she moved had all drawn gradual amounts of this source. She'd be able to open a corridor to return home, but after some time of inactivity. The continual flow of blood from her side and chest needed to stop soon, else they’d just sap at whatever energy she would regain from resting. Dropping down to sit as well, Roxan pressed a hand to the wound, jerking her head up at the sight of a hi-potion being handed to her.
Her eyes widened at the gesture, and the words that followed it. The look of surprise changed to light caution. “You’re quite…generous.” Not one to deny such a gracious present, her gloved hand grasped the bottle in her hand, taking a brief glance at the contents just to make sure it was the real deal. Taking a quick gulp from the container, she could feel the effects of the potion already working their magic. Because of their stronger potency, the wounds on her side and chest were already starting to sting less. Eventually the blood flow stopped as she continued to ingest the potion’s contents.
Lowering the bottle from her lips briefly, she added, “Definitely friends. I'm sure we’ll meet again in the future.”
((sorry again, school drains the life out of me. But hey, want to wrap up?))
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Post by Milo on May 16, 2015 15:35:21 GMT
►milo @roxan 196 words
| He was happy, and content that the battle was over. But slightly sad that the entire encounter was not over. He had started to really like Roxan's company. But that would be okay. Like she said, he was sure that they would meet again. Weather it be on the fields of battle or at a random Cafe those words alone comforted him in the end of this meeting.
Slowly he stands, and smiles. It was about time he got going. Find a nice hotel to rest in for the night. It would be nice change of pace, of course not something that he does normally. With his sword in hand he deftly places it in its loop on his hip. He nods to Roxan, "Well I am going to be off. See you again" He says the last bit with a happy smirk.
With that he turns, and starts his way towards the hotels that lie in this district. Glad to have all the memories that he does now of it. With a quick turn he looks over everything one last time. This place wasn't much, but it had made a great meeting place of sort.
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