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BOUT 2: ROUND 3​

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It was go time for round three and the two were glaring intently at each other as they had been for most other times. The more they fenced the more Richard's disdain for this man grew. But what exactly was the man thinking? There wasn't much to tell about him from his expressions other than that he was completely confident in his abilities. The two of them continued their little stare down before sprinting off the line again. This time they both went off the line at high speeds. Richard however was not going to let him get in close for his attack. The two were about to meet attacks mid center, though obviously the mystery man's would be faster, until Richard stopped, stepped back and caused the mystery man to miss his attack. Seizing his opportunity to get in a strike Richard came down and lunged straight at the mystery man.

He was having none of this whatsoever though, and put his blade over his head to deflect said blow away from hitting him. That had to be one of the largest displays of speed Richard had ever seen anyone perform. Richard went back and retreated trying to avoid any sort of follow up attack or riposte from the mystery man. The mystery man, however, just stood up and got ready for his next set of advances. Going forth, Richard extended his blade forward in a point in line stance to try and deter his opponents aggression. However the man tried to beat back Richard's blade, only Richard circled causing it to miss and then extended forward in one valiant attempt to get a point off on his opponent. However his opponent simply parried the blade away and the was went in for a riposte to finish it.

Quickly though Richard tried to parry the blade, only he was far slower than his opponent and the attack connected cleanly without any interference. The round had ended and once again the opponent returned to his set distance away from Richard. Warm up was drawing to it's close and things would soon get serious.

 

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BOUT 2: ROUND 4​

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With the next round underway Richard was starting to get serious in this fight. He had no idea the entire strength of the man he was going up against and no idea when of if he would eventually tire out. Because after all, despite the extremely bored expression on the man's face, he was moving and fighting with superhuman speed and strength. That had to have had some sort of draining effect on the man. Richard also knew that there was something about that mist that covered his sword earlier. For some reason it made him feel stronger than ever before, and if he was going to win against this man he was going to need to use that mist against him. Not to mention the more he used it, the stronger it probably would become and the more used to it he would become. He took a deep breath and looked at his opponent with complete focus. A thin layer of the white mist started coating his saber and he took his en garde stance, ready to go.

The two sprang off the line, Richard did the same maneuver as last time, getting into the center and backstepping out. The man didn't attack immediately this time however and instead just slowed down and started circling his blade around. Richard started slowing down as well on the retreats, trying to create some kind of plan to find any sort of hole in this man's defence. The man, still bored looking, came in for an attack. Richard parried the blade away and went for a riposte at the man's head. The man, back stepped away from the mist covered blade and looked ready to end this round.

When the attack finally finished, the man came in for an attack and lunged forward. Richard tried as fast as he could to parry the blade away but he was just barely short of touching the blade. Once done the blade passed through Richard and the vanished in a flash of white mist. Richard wasn't entirely shocked by the outcome, but he was going to have be even faster, even stronger the next round. White mist still covering the blade, Richard got ready for the next round.

 

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DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

GOLDEN EYES FLUTTERED OPEN AND BLINDING WHITE LIGHT FILLED HIS FIELD OF VISION. BLINK. BLINK. HIS HEAD LULLED TO THE SIDE AND HE COULD SEE THE INTERIOR OF A HOSPITAL ROOM. EVERYTHING WAS PRISTINE AND STERILE. THE WALLS WERE PAINTED A BABY BLUE. A VASE OF FRESH FLOWERS SAT ON A TABLE IN THE CORNER. A CARD STUCK OUT OF THE LILLIES AND HE REACHED OUT TO PLUCK IT. AN IV WAS STUCK IN HIS HAND AND TUBES FOLLOWED HIS ARM MOVEMENT. EVERYTHING FELT HEAVY AND FOREIGN, LIKE HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN A HUNDRED POUNDS LIGHTER OR SOMETHING. HIS THUMB RAN OVER THE 2 INCH BY 1 INCH SQUARE ENVELOPE CONTAINING THE CARD. LEON FLIPPED IT OPEN AND PULLED OUT THE SIMPLE PIECE OF CARD STOCK WITH JUST A FLOWER PRINTED IN THE CORNER. ON THE BACK, IT READ:

Stay Safe.​

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LEON STARED AT THE CARD FOR A LONG TIME. WHO WAS 'G' AND WHY DID THEY CARE IF HE STAYED SAFE? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM? THE DOOR OPENED AND HE JUMPED, DROPPING THE CARD IN HIS LAP. A DOCTOR WALKED IN AND LOOKED STARTLED TO SEE HIM AWAKE. THE MAN APPROACHED HIM CAUTIOUSLY AND SET A FILE DOWN ON A COUNTER. HE CAME TO A STOP BESIDE THE BED AND LOOKED DOWN AT HIM.

"You're finally awake," HE SPOKE IN xxx.

LEON NODDED, ODDLY SURPRISED THAT HE UNDERSTOOD THE WORDS THE MAN SAID. "I AM."

"Do you know where you are?"

"A HOSPITAL."

"Do you know what happened to you?"

HE PRESSED HIS LIPS TOGETHER, THINKING ABOUT IT. LEON REMEMBERED SNOW -- LOTS OF SNOW. EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A HAZY BLUR. "NO," HE FINALLY REPLIED.

"You were found lying in the snow about twenty miles from town. You were undergoing a severe case of hypothermia and if you hadn't been found when you did, then you probably would have died." THE DOCTOR LOOKED CONCERN. "Do you know what your name is?"

"LEON."

"Leon What?"

LEON SHOOK HIS HEAD. "JUST LEON. THAT'S ALL THAT I REMEMBER -- MY NAME."

THE DOCTOR DIDN'T LOOK TOO PLEASED TO HEAR THIS. "Often times when we undergo traumatic events, or minds try to block them out to protect us. I'm sure your memories will come back in due time."

HE LOOKED FIRST TO THE DOCTOR, THEN TO THE VASE OF FLOWERS ON THE TABLE. "DO YOU KNOW WHO SENT THOSE FLOWERS?" HE POINTED TO THE VASE.

THE DOCTOR SCOWLED BEFORE TURNING BACK TO HIM. "What flowers?"

LEON GAVE THE MAN A CONFUSED LOOK BEFORE LETTING HIS HEAD ROLL TO THE SIDE AND SEE WHAT HE MEANT. THEY WERE GONE. HIS GOLD AND IVORY BANGS FELL ACROSS HIS FACE AND HE SQUINTED HIS EYES. "NEVER MIND."

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C
MOOD ※ ANNOYED ✚ DAY 26 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • STEVANGER, NORWAY​

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THE flight had been comfortable and gave Leo time to sort through his leaving Korea and everything that would be going on while he was gone. He somehow had a feeling that he wouldn't be going back for a long time, but that was fine, he supposed. Bao and the others could last a little while without him, but he threatened to maim every last one if he came back to a wrecked system; it was hard to trust others to do what you could do perfectly yourself.

The personal flight attendant of the jet woke him up just before they were landing, and he checked on the status of things, and then the obsidian pendant that resonated with Akasha. It stung his fingers whenever he touched it, and the closer Akasha was, the more pain he felt. It was a bit foolish, and Hephaestus had berated him for using something so foolish, but he had kept the pendant with him throughout his many lives and it was his tracker to Akasha. He wouldn't be getting rid of it any time soon.

Leo was now in a city-like area with many buildings surrounding him and people passing him on the streets without paying a second thought. He touched the pendant again and felt the stinging of millions of tiny little needles, as if it were a jellyfish. For at least an hour, Leo wandered the streets, heading in the direction that began to actually draw blood, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of a hotel – and a fancy one to boot. He wondered who had Akasha and why they were staying in such an ostentatious place. It annoyed him, but with a shrug of his bag onto his shoulder, he wandered inside.

One of the attendants looked at him but was unable to see him very well because of his sunglasses that wouldn't leave his face. He continued to walk through the crowd of people in the hotel lobby until someone had tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around to see two teenage girls staring at him with wonder.

⎧Oh my god,⎭ one of them said in English, ⎧Are you Leo?⎭ She turned to her friend, clutching her hand, ⎧Morii, it's Leo, from BIKS!⎭

. . . Ah, hell. Not this again.

⎧Sorry.⎭ he said curtly, ⎧You have me mistaken for someone else.⎭ Eyes were being drawn in the three's direction because of the two girls' excitement. He was suddenly asked for an autograph. No, two – no, three. Great. He knew the band they were talking about; a recently popular K-Pop band that had thousands and thousands of fans – and he hated them for this very reason. Well, it was hard to hate them when they were your friends, but still.

⎧Can't stay here,⎭ he said, and then looked over at the glass door, narrowing his pale blue eyes from behind his shades sharply. It shattered, and then there were screams. He used the diversion to slip into one of the elevators.

It took a little more than twenty minutes to find the exact room he was looking for. Sighing, he knocked.​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

Joslyn awoke with a yawn. She stretched her arms out as she sat herself up. The bed was so comfortable she almost didn't want to get out of it. However, she got up anyways and grabbed her room key.

"Weeeeeeelllllll~, you certainly slept like a log, didn't yooooooooouuuuuuuuu~?"

"Good morning to you too~." She went for the door, and just as she opened it, she was greeted by a gentleman with a cart.

"Ah, good morning, miss." The man said with a thick, Norwegian accent. "Room service."

"Oh... b-b-but I didn't o-order anything."

"Gentleman who made reservation said to bring breakfast for all." That was very generous of him.

"Oh, we-well, thank y-you..." The man came in and placed a tray on a table and promptly left. On the tray, there was a plate with some kind of open face sandwich and coffee. It looked delicious. She sat down at the table and after mixing in some milk and sugar into the coffee, Joslyn began to eat.

After finishing the breakfast she received, she started to watch TV for a little bit, absentmindedly flipping through the channels. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Is it more Room Service? She went to the door and opened. At the door was a man wearing shades who stood taller than her. "Uuummm... Ca-can I... Can I h-help you?"

 

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SUBDUED ✚ DAY 26 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • STEVANGER, NORWAY​

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ALTHOUGH the actual wait wasn't very long, Leo felt like he had been standing in that hallway forever. It was probably because he was anxious about getting his hands back on Akasha, and could barely stand the thought of her being with anyone else who she didn't even belong to.

After an insurmountable amount of time, the door opened and Leo peered down at a smaller girl. He complexion was an albino's and he took a moment to trace her Glamour. His eyes widened; Azazel. Jesus Christ, what Xathanael think she was doing carrying around Lucifer's red-rimmed target? He sighed.

⎧Uuummm. . . Ca - Can I . . . Can I h - help you?⎭

Her voice was small, frail. Leo almost laughed because this was definitely not the Azazel he remembered. This girl was small and innocent, where the Azazel he knew had tried to seduce him at least once every lifetime or so, if they came across each other.

⎧May I come in?⎭ he asked her, and was then let through. He walked into the hotel suite and found that it was way beyond ridiculously luxurious. He hated it immediately. ⎧Sorry for the intrusion. My name is Leo.⎭ he told her, adding the politeness. He wondered which country she was from in this round. Americans didn't really understand or use the politeness that traveled heavily in Asia and spoke volumes.

He placed his fingers onto his black pendant and it stung him immediately; Akasha was definitely close, but she wasn't in this room. He turned on the small girl. ⎧It's good to see you again, Azazel.⎭ he told her, ⎧I suppose you prefer Joslyn. Is Hana around? She has something of mine.⎭​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

"May I come in?" he asked her, at which point she let him walk in, closing the door behind him. "Sorry for the intrusion. My name is Leo." Leo had placed his fingers on the black pendant that he was wearing. She had no idea what he wanted, though there was an odd familiarity about him. It was jarring, to say the least. However, she noticed that the compass she had placed on the table was going crazy. It seemed to be reacting to Leo. Could it be?

"It's good to see you again, Azazel." He told her. "I suppose you prefer Joslyn. Is Hana around? She has something of mine." Her eyes widened in shock. Not only did he know about her, he knew which angel she was. On top of that, he seemed to know who Hana was.

"I... I don't know who you are... b-but she isn't here... Sh-she got k-kidnapped along with t-two others that were w-w-with us..." Joslyn tried to look him in the eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just kept her gaze on the floor as she spoke. "Wh-who are you anyways?"

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. "Open up. I need to tell you somethin'." It was Sam, but what would he need to talk about?

She went and opened the door. "Wh-what do you want, Sam?"

"I need to tell you tha-" His gaze fell upon Leo. "Who the hell's this asshole?"

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

Sam woke up and groaned as he did. He definitely got a good nights rest, his shoulder wasn't even bothering him that much now. The dip in the jacuzzi definitely helped with that. He stood up and started to stretch out his body. His shoulder was definitely recovering nicely. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, he was greeted by a guy with a cart.

"Hello, sir. Room service."

"Oh, well come on in, then." The man swiftly placed a tray on a table and promptly left. When Sam went over to the tray, he looked at the food and quickly began to eat. It was so good.

After washing down that sandwich with black coffee, he moved his shoulder around again to make sure it wasn't hurting too much. Now on to what he should do. It would definitely be a good idea to tell everyone where Red was. Maybe that would be a good start to the day. He grabbed his key and went off to another room.

He stood in front of a different room now. Though he wasn't sure who was in the room, he was sure that it was one of the group. Sam simply knocked and spoke, "Open up. I need to tell you somethin'." When the door opened, he saw it was the pale girl. Well, she should be delighted to hear this news.

"Wh-what do you want, Sam?"

"I need to tell you tha-" Before he finished talking, he noticed the stranger in her room. What the hell, what was she doing? "Who the hell's this asshole?"

 

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SUBDUED ✚ DAY 26 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/17/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ HOTEL • STEVANGER, NORWAY​

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YES, this definitely wasn't the Azazel that had tried to strangle him during the first World War. ⎧I . . . I don't know who you are . . . b - but she isn't here . . . Sh - She got k - kidnapped along with t - two others that were w - w - with us . . .⎭

. . . He sighed. What did she think she was doing, getting herself kidnapped? If he didn't know better, she had grown useless. It was either that, or she didn't have Luria with her. That sort of helplessness that was provided by not having their swords with them was something he had grown to dislike, especially since it had caused him trouble during the Boxer Rebellion.

⎧Wh - Who are you anyways?⎭

It was disappointing that Azazel couldn't tell who he was, and it made him wonder what sort of ragtag gang Xathanael pulled together. If they couldn't even trace glamours, this was a serious issue. ⎧I told you, my name is Leo.⎭ There was no reason for her to know otherwise, especially if she couldn't figure it out on her own. He wasn't very inclined to tell her anything else anyway.

Before either of them could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, and a rough male voice asking for Joslyn. She walked over and addressed someone by the name of "Sam". It wasn't very long before his eyes traced up to Leo, and then he sighed upon hearing the rough question. He couldn't stand Abbadon to save his life. His hand trailed up to the pendant again and felt, but Akasha wasn't on the con's person.

⎧I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are, Abbadon. Or Samuel Rivera, if you prefer.⎭ he said, and then turned his attention on Joslyn again, moving on to ignore Samuel. ⎧Who were the other two kidnapped? Do you know where they were taken?⎭

If Hana was gone, then his sword was gone, too. But that didn't make sense, since the pendant clearly stated otherwise. Did that mean something of hers was left behind? ⎧Do you have anything of Hana's with you?⎭​

ιllιlı.ıl L lııl E lııl O lıιllιlı.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

"I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are, Abaddon. Or Samuel Riviera, if you prefer." Well, this asshole certainly knew his stuff. "Who were the other two kidnapped? Do you know where they were taken?" And now he was ignoring him. The urge to clobber him grew more.

"Uh... well..." The girl tried to speak.

"Do you have anything of Hana's with you?" This guy kept asking questions. For someone who seemed to know so much, he sure liked to keep asking questions.

"Well... For one... Th-the other two that were t-t-taken are named Cassandra and H-Hay Sun. I don't know where they are, though. A-as for the other th-thing, we have her b-bag with us with all o-of the things in it." The girl gave a nervous answer.

"Hmph..." Sam crossed his arms and wondered if he should even say it now. "Well, I actually came here about that."

"Hu-huh? About what?" Curious eyes looked directly into his.

"I know where they are. Red called me last night. They are in a hospital in Rome, right now. Hay Sun got shot in the thigh."

"Oh no! Ho-how could that happen?" The girl placed her hands up to her mouth in shock.

"Well... they were..." He cleared his throat. "Uhh... they were escaping from a... This was not as easy as he thought it was going to be, especially with Mr. Asshole know-it-all over there. "Brothel."

"A what?" The girl was still shocked. Shit, I was hoping I wouldn't have to explain this...

"It's... uhh... It's a place where people mistreat women." Sam was sweating bullets over the fact that he actually had to explain that to her. He cleared his throat again, "Anyways, I still wanna know who the hell you are." Sam walked over to the table and leaned against it. He noticed that the compass was pointing directly at the guy. "What's your name? Not your human one."

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway

"I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are, Abaddon. Or Samuel Riviera, if you prefer." Leo certainly knew a lot. Did he know about all of the people in this group? There was no way of knowing for now. "Who were the other two kidnapped? Do you know where they were taken?" He directed his attention to Joslyn.

"Uh... well..." The girl tried to speak.

"Do you have anything of Hana's with you?" He asked before she could even finish speaking.

"Well... For one... Th-the other two that were t-t-taken are named Cassandra and H-Hay Sun. I don't know where they are, though. A-as for the other th-thing, we have her b-bag with us with all o-of the things in it." She gave a nervous answer.

"Hmph..." Sam crossed his arms. "Well, I actually came here about that."

"Hu-huh? About what?" She looked directly into his eyes.

"I know where they are. Red called me last night. They are in a hospital in Rome, right now. Hay Sun got shot in the thigh."

"Oh no! Ho-how could that happen?" Joslyn placed her hands up to her mouth in shock.

"Well... they were..." He cleared his throat. "Uhh... they were escaping from a... Sam seemed to have trouble getting the last bit out. "Brothel."

"A what?" The girl was still shocked, but she had no idea what a brothel was.

"It's... uhh... It's a place where people mistreat women." Sam was sweating bullets. That was just awful. She hoped that they would be alright. At the very least, they were in a hospital, which was good. And now they knew where to find them, so they can get there easily with Alistair's help. He cleared his throat again, "Anyways, I still wanna know who the hell you are." Sam walked over to the table and leaned against it. He noticed that the compass. "What's your name? Not your human one."

 

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BOUT 2: REBEL 5​

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Going out now Richard held his blade out and spun it around before getting into en garde stance, thin layer of mist still covering his blade. The man appeared at his usual distance away from Richard and extended out his blade in his own en garde stance. The two got off the line and both lunged at the same time. The mystery man appeared to be going slower this time, and Richard was going faster than he had been before. The two locked blades in the center, neither one touching the other. Richard started pouring in all of his arm strength and the white mist flame on his blade started growing thicker. Meanwhile the mystery man was standing there, not caring at all about the effort brought upon by his opponent just stood there, arm unmoving.

With a small smirk he ignited his own saber with a much larger white mist than what Richard was outputting and simply pushed his blade away before stepping back. The mystery man seemed to be perfectly fine with just standing there now, stretching out his blade and baiting Richard into trying to attack him. Richard knew that obviously this man wanted him to attack him, but there wasn't really any other option present for him. As such, mist covered blade an all, Richard went in, circling his blade and lunged straight at his opponent. His opponent simply parried the blade away and slashed through Richard once more.

Standing right in the face of his opponent, the mystery man said, "you aren't done yet now are you?"

Richard brought his blade back up and put it right at the neck of his opponent. The mist was igniting just as strong as it had been before. With a focused look Richard simply replied, "not even close."

The mystery man smirked at his opponent, grabbing the blade and pulling it away from him. "That's what I like to hear. Do try and make this more enjoyable for me though."

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 26 (2/4)\\\///Thursday October 17th 2013\\\///Location: I'M IN A HOTEL\\\///Mood: Stranger Man\\\

Brandon woke up that morning completely unwilling to wake up that morning. He had apparently slept with his glasses on, again, and miraculously weren't broken. Heck he might've forgotten they were even there in the first place if he didn't make note of them at this moment. Adjusting them he sat up on his all too comfy bed provided by the really lavish hotel they were staying at. Alistair may or may not be a traitor, but damn the man has a good deal of money on him. As if to further cement this, as he was trying to force himself out of the all too great bed some Norwegian hotel worker entered the room with room service breakfast. Being friends with money bags really did have its perks at times.

After devouring his food Brandon finally managed to get himself out of the bed before remembering he was also carrying precious cargo. Looking at his arm first, he then reached into his pocket and felt the wand still in his pocket. After feeling the wand there he then went into the backpack and saw the other two wands and the five boxes were still safely inside. He let out a sigh of relief at not losing any of the blades so far. He had a feeling that redhead would most likely kill them if any of these things were lost. Feeling it to be safer on his person, Brandon closed the bag and put it on his back. Then looking around he found his tennis ball and tennis racket lying next to the bed and exuberantly grabbed them. Bouncing the ball around a bit off the racket Brandon started wondering what he should do for the day. Clearly as they were now, training would be out of the question, which bummed him a bit (but not the rper ) and so he decided to go check up on everyone else.

Leaving his room, still bouncing the ball around, he looked to see if anyone was up. He did notice that a door was open and wondered what was going down in that room. When he walked over he noticed a some of his good old friends in there. He walked in, completely without warning, and said, "hey Compadre, hey Jo." His eyes wandered over to notice a new figure in the scene as well. He looked Asian and like someone out of one of those boy bands that all the girls would swoon over. "Oh hello there Stranger Man. Is he a new guy in our group?"

 

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BOUT 2: 6th Quarter​

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With their little exchange done Richard backed away a bit and the mystery man teleported away in his usual plume. The man yawned a bit, almost mockingly at Richard. He pointed his mist covered blade at Richard and didn't really bother getting into an en garde stance. Richard, true to form, still got into his. The mist on his blade started to thin out a bit, so as not to tire Richard completely out before they even got to the tenth round. Staring down his opponent he got ready and the two glared at each other before going upon their usual exchange of blows.

Richard blew off the line faster than he knew he could and went straight for the man's left side. Slightly bored he parried the blade away from him and brought his blade over his head, like he was going to chop down on his skull or something. Knowing that was one of the stupidest things to do in fencing Richard was kind of confused by this. However he brought his blade over his head to parry his opponents blade away. Even though under any circumstance this parry should've worked without any sort of flaw at all he still felt extremely pressured when the blade came down. Trying to use all the force in his that he could eventually deflected the blade away from him and got ready to go in for a riposte. However the mystery man just sort of beat the blade away with relative ease and did another over exaggerated movement to the left. Richard was not having any of this and went for another parry.

This time the blade stopped abruptly before even connecting with Richard's. The man brought the blade back in front of him while Richard tried to go in for another riposte. The mystery man went in for another attack while Richard was going in for his. However the mystery man moved his blade so that in mid attack it was able to knock Richard's blade away from him. In the end the mystery man stabbed Richard through. With nary a bit of pain felt Richard felt the urge to attack the man, but instead held it back. He knew nothing good could come of it and he wanted his first hit to be a legitimate one. With a smirk, as if reading his mind, the man disappeared. Richard sighed and went over to take a drink of water. He wasn't feeling the greatest right now and needed something to drink. With a fourth of his first water bottle down, Richard threw it back and got read for the next round.

 

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BOUT 2: 7th Inning Stretch​

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Richard twirled the blade around a bit before going into round eight of this little confrontation. The mystery man reappeared, as he usually did, with his bored looking stared. Richard was honestly not sure how he was going to get a hit off on his opponent at the way things were going. He was faster than him, clearly much stronger, and had insane reflexes. Anything and everything that Richard had done so far had been countered like it was nothing. And they were already at the halfway point of their second bout. So did he just lose hope and give up there? Of course he didn't (because then I'd be done after this) instead he got back into his en garde stance and got his mist covered blade ready to go. With his opponent opting to go back into his own en garde stance the both of them were ready for this round.

The both of them blew off the line at their own speeds and were going to meet at the center at this rate. Richard, expecting his opponent to expect him to back off as he had in past rounds, continued on his advance before lunging. The mystery man, however, didn't exactly care about this attack. In fact it was like he was anticipating it. The man simply stopped and backed away causing Richard to miss his strike. Richard quickly pulled back, noticing the attack failed, and retreated as fast a possible causing the man to miss his half hearted riposte. Richard went back in for another attack only for his blade to be casually beat to the side.

Richard started his retreat but the mystery man was at the end of his patience for this round. He started his advances and then when the distance was closed between them he went for his attack. Richard, seeing this coming, brought the blade to parry the opponents. Whereas other times he couldn't even come close this time, this time his saber lightly tapped against the other man's. Not caring about it at all the man finished his attack and disappeared once the attack connected.

 

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BOUT 2: 8th Period​

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Round eight was fast approaching and Richard was still not feeling any less tired. He knew that this mist was going to help him out a lot in the coming rounds against this guy, but he had severely misjudged how draining it was to keep it up. The layer of mist thinned out a bit as if to help Richard conserve energy while using it. At least he wasn't practically dead in the water right now like he was the first time he had used it. Perhaps practice did make perfect when it came to this weird supernatural thing he had going on. Regardless he had a fight to...get one fifteenth of the way to winning. Really when thinking of it like that it was quite the sad goal, but baby steps were to be made when going after a much larger goal. Which would be beating this cocky asshat of a fencer. The reappeared exerting that same mist on his blade at a much higher quantity and maybe even quality than anything Richard had been able to do up to this point. Almost as if he was showing off. The two took their en garde stances and were ready to go for the eighth round.

Richard made the first move going as fast as he could and went straight at his opponent. He feinted left, then feinted right, then went for the head. The man didn't react to the feints at all and just blocked the attack like it was nothing at all. He pushed the blade away and was ready to go in for his own, half hearted attack. Going right he stopped mid swing, causing Richard to have to react to that. Richard was ready for it to come from another direction but the blade was just stopped, not moving at all. Richard parried the blade away rather easily and was ready to go in for a finishing attack. The mystery man simply parried Richard's blade away and yawned a bit. He was really bored with this whole exchange between them and seemed ready to finish up round eight as well.

He looked like he was going right , but then came in left, then switched up to top and then finished right. During this whole thing Richard wasn't entirely sure how to react to this situation. He started with a parry left, assuming the right attack was a feint, and then went to parry up top to block against the oncoming attack. The going back to his right side was something totally unexpected and as such he ended up getting slashed through the torso once more. The mystery man sighed and disappeared once more, having ended round 8.

 

I am starting to question my actions over the past week or so... why the hell do I even feel this way?​

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Why am I listening obediently to the bitch that indirectly killed my best friend and possessed my ex-girlfriend? Why do I trust her even though she has done relatively nothing for me to gain trust?​

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I know why I originally did, she is a pretty girl. At least in my opinion. I fell for her because of sex appeal... but the more I train with her, the more I am with her... the more I learn. The less I wish to be around her.​

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Is it because the training is working, and Semyaza is starting to appear more and more, and the teenager I am is slowly starting to disappear?​

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Either way, I must have been dumb. I still must be. I still am obediently following everything she tells me to do. Falling for every nice action she attempts to place to keep loyalty.​

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I should have left that school when I had the chance... ​

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BOUT 2: Round 9​

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It was time for the next round between these two and Richard was definitely not feeling well. Despite the lower mist output on his blade he was still feeling exhausted. He was sweating bullets at this point and even if the mystery man were to get a perfect score once more that would still be six more bouts after this one. He knew he couldn't give up though. That would only make this man more insufferable to deal with and probably make Richard feel like shit. He was rarely serious about anything, but fencing was one thing he couldn't ever not put his best effort into. Anytime he didn't he just felt awful afterwards. He took his en garde stance waiting for the man to reappear, and when he did, it was time for round nine to get started.

The two of them went into the center both going for an attack and both locking blades once more. Richard knew he didn't have the strenght to win in this confrontation and so as such he tried to maneuver his blade out of there without giving his opponent the opportunity to attack him back. However the man didn't really seem to be putting any effort into this little blade lock scenario. Instead he just sort of backed up a bit and swung his blade around to miss. It was as if he kept wanting to draw out these matches out as long as possible. But for what purpose? (because posting an actual saber round would be like one paragraph) Richard took this opportunity to go in and take him down. He circled his blade around and went to lunge straight at his opponent.


His opponent decided that the match was over now and just back stepped a bit. This caused Richard to miss, and knowing the attack was going to fail regardless he tried to go in for a double lunge to get as good of a shot as any of getting the touch. However the man simply continued backing off until it was clear that Richard had completely missed. With the second lunge missing the man closed in and slashed through Richard, disappearing and ending round nine.

 

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BOUT 2: Round 10​

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Round ten took a little bit of a pause before Richard was ready to get into it. He walked over to his water bottle and took a drink from it. Pulling out a towel from his bag that he had brought he wiped off his sweat in his face. It wasn't helping that the sweat had started been pouring all over the place and Richard needed to get it off of him so it wouldn't get in his eyes. After downing about half of the water left he threw it back and walked back to the center of the warehouse waiting for his mystery man to appear. When he did round ten went under way.

This round ended up being a pathetic round for Richard though. He wasn't entirely feeling all that well right now and as such he was rather sluggish coming off the line. The mystery man sighed, noticing in the change of pace by Richard didn't even move from his spot. Not to mention the mist on Richard's blade had nearly all but dissipated. He sluggishly went toward his opponent and attacked, missing due to the mystery man backing away. Casually giving up the attack, the mystery man didn't move from his spot at all. He just stood there, giving up all form, as Richard sluggishly came back into the fight he attacked left but was easily parried. Richard kept trying to go in for more attacks, not even bothering to retreat at all.


The man sighed, tired of this pathetic display and simply exploded in mist fire. As if just to show off how effortlessly he could do this, he parried away Richard's blade extremely hard so that Richard's body was forced to move from the sheer impact of it. Ending it right there the mystery man cut through Richard and ended the fight right then and there. Richard just stood there panting, feeling awful after that. He knew that it was going to be an awful time trying doing this but he probably underestimated it. Kicking himself a bit he knew he needed to do better than that to win here.

 

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BOUT 2: Round 11​

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Round 11 was about to get underway as soon as the mystery reappeared. Richard still wasn't entirely sure what to do at this point. The mist had left his blade and he was feeling extremely tired. Even if he were to reach his goal and the bout were to end with the mystery man's victory that would still be another five rounds. Richard wasn't even entirely sure he could move for this round. Nevertheless he still had to persist and not give up at all. Once the man had reappeared, now with a disappointed look on his face Richard was off to go and finish this up.

Richard went off the line, slower than last time, and tried to get go in for a fast attack. The man, having no form whatsoever, just stood there, totally apathetic to whatever Richard was going to do. To further cement this complete disregard for his opponent's struggle, the mystery man just closed his eyes and started parrying all the attacks that came at him with relative ease. Richard was getting slower with each attack and wasn't even retreating anymore. His resolve to get the touch off on his opponent was the only thing keeping him going but even that was beginning to waver with how awfully that he was doing. The man parried around five more attacks before he finally had enough of this pathetic display.


He parried the blade away from himself and did an extremely overexaggerated attack towards Richard. With his eyes still closed he brought the blade down on Richard before he could even react to it at all. The blade passed through Richard and his grip on his blade started loosening. He wasn't entirely sure what to do at this point. He was getting weaker with each passing round. Even his little trump card of the white fire mist wasn't helping him at all and was now completely gone. Not to mention the man could do that same trick in a better way than Richard could and had accomplished in the past. He was starting to give up when suddenly the mystery man spoke. "Honestly I'm disappointed. If this is all you've got then there's no point pushing yourself anymore. You know you can't win, I can see that look of defeat in your eyes. So how about we end it now?"

 

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BOUT 2: Round 12​

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Richard heard the man's condescending voice telling him to just give up. It was clear to the man, just as much as Richard that he was running on empty right now. So was there any real point in doing this anymore? There didn't seem to be a reason. But of course. "Don't give me that shit." Richard looked back at the man, with a determined look in his eyes. Something started to happen to Richard. His mist started forming on his blade once more. Not to mention now it seemed to be coming off of his body and a little mist trail coming from his eyes. "Like hell I'd give up now." Richard was deathly serious now, and the man simply did his whole disappear reappear trick he had done so many times before. It was time for round twelve to get underway.

Richard exploded off the line, going faster than he probably knew he could Richard was all up on the man before him. The man didn't move this time, but he did have his stance ready. He retreated away from Richard's lunge and was about to go in when he noticed Richard going in for a double lunge. With seemingly inhuman acceleration skills the man immediately stopped going forward and immediately picked it back up going backwards almost going full speed. He ended up dodging Richard's blade easily but was ready to be a bit serious in this round. As such as soon as Richard stopped his attack and started retreating the man picked up his forward acceleration nearly impossibly forward following it up with a lunge.

Richard seeing the attack coming this time and being slightly able to get the speed down brought his blade in to block against the attack. This time the blade ended up making more than slight contact. It was nearly a parry but wasn't quite complete enough to stop the blade. And as such the blade was able to go in through Richard and the man disappeared. However unlike this time, the real match was just getting started.