“Yo, Sword person. Come fight me' I believe is how we started this last time.” This got Sutera the reaction she wanted, the widening of the eyes, though his face wasn't so lit.
“Hmm, I haven't used a line like that in quite some time,” Josh straightened himself to his full height, his back audibly cracked as it realigned itself after time of sitting haunched over on an uncomfortable wooden bench. “I also asked you to teach me, though the lesson hadn't gone for long before you vanished into the trees.” He permitted himself a smile, while it had been short, looking back the battle amused him, he'd taken on an opponent whom he'd never heard of nor seen, and then proceeded to make a complete fool of himself, making it all the easier for her to defeat him, and then as he expected the final blow to come she had withdrawn, as if he wasn't even worth her time.
She had retreated into the forest with her sword, to hide, to strike in ambush from the trees when he ventured in to find her. He knew that, and yet he followed her in anyway trusting his then unfailing Ki Sight to warn him of any impeding danger. Slowly and carefully he treaded through the trees in the direction she had gone, placing each foot with care to avoid the tell tale sound of a cracking stick, or crumpling leaves. Then he'd found her, but she hadn't been hiding, but standing there waiting for him.
Now Josh knew who she was, he felt foolish about his sudden move to create distance between them, this opponent wasn't one for sudden sneak attacks, not dishonourable ones like that. She was a true samurai, he knew that at least from the last time he'd fought her. She knew about him as well, his skill in unarmed combat, one of his ki abilities, she'd seen it and knew about it, just like he knew of her speed technique. She'd toyed with him the last time, and had left him alive possibly out of pity, had he grown enough in the years since then to turn it all around this time. Large wooden tables surrounded him, his leap had taken him between the first row of tables. Wooden tables as high as his waist, with wooden benches on either side as high as his knew, it was about as plain as a dining hall could get, it reminded him of the Guardian's main hall, where'd grown up.
Oaken planked tables, worn smooth from the years of constant use, he'd spent many time in the hall as a boy, running his fingers across their surface, feeling the grain of the wood with his skin, revelling in one of the senses he had access to, his touch. Without his sight he'd focused on what he had, his sense of touch created his world for him, it had taken him three weeks to run his hand over the entire surface of every table and bench in the hall, and then the world has been created in his mind and he'd been able to walked through the hall without hitting a single one, the location and position of each one cemented in his mind for all time. This uncanny ability was what made them take a chance on him, instead of just abandoning him like anyone else with a disability.
“We should probably get started, who knows what they'd do if we failed to entertain whoever is watching,” Josh made no effort to hide the contempt in his voice, he wasn't going to hide his opinion of the tournament any more, he was convinced it was all a cover for some sinister purpose and he'd figure out what it was. His metal gauntlets covered his hands and forearms, he wore his now iconic green tunic and brown leggings over simple black boots though he'd outgrown the need to wear the red band to hold his hair, around his waist and one leg you could easily see the leather straps which held parts of Josh's weapon harness together, in this harness on his back was Yalan, and with her split into three section was Jasmine, it was Jasmine that he know reached for, pulling her from his back, connecting each of the three pieces back together into her solid staff state. He made a show of it as well, going through physical motions where he could have simple done it with his Ki, Sutera hadn't seen this weapon in action before, though perhaps she'd heard of him through some rumour of an axe wielding manic, but as far as Josh was concerned she didn't need to know how easily he could connect and disconnect Jasmine's pieces.
He was flat on his back, arms spread flat out, various twigs and sticks poked into his skin through his clothes, Sutera was crouched over him, one hand on his chest holding him down, the other held her blade to his throat. Josh lay there and waited, but then she simple withdrew her blade and left, disappearing into the tree's as if nothing had occurred at all. She had well and truly beaten him, yet it meant nothign to her.
-No, it won't be like that this time, I've grown so much since then.-
Josh held his weapon in one hand, blade touching the ground, but the weight held in his hand so he could still suddenly move her if he needed, this was going to be an honourable fight, it wouldn't begin until they'd both drawn their weapon. Josh nodded to his opponent as if beckoning to her.
“Would you honor be with your teachings?”