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 Post subject: Fourth Tournament, Third Round: Khan vs NTW
PostPosted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:43 pm 
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The Mage council continued to argue day after day about the state of the King of Darkness tournament and, more specifically, what was to be done about the next round of competition. The places and conditions were getting more and more elaborate as those who tried to claim the title wore on. Eliminations and forfeits were continuing to pile up and a couple of those on the council who were paying close attention had noticed that the fights were getting shorter for some inexplicable reason. Most of the mages weren't too attentive when it came to the way that the tournament had been progressing. As mages, they were somewhat detached from the ways in which “lesser” mortals worked. The final round would be more intriguing as the final crown would be awarded at that point. This stage simply sifted out the normal ones from the truly gifted. At last, the final pretenders would be eliminated from contention for the ultimate prize. It was the fact that the last round was coming that caused most to be rather blase about preparing for the round that was upcoming.

When the notice arrived that the competition would be progressing to the next stage, the council of mages was having their midday meal. At that point, the entire council was thrown into a flurry of activity. They would not be counted out or outdone by what had transpired so far. Ideas and inspirations were strewn about as points, plots and counters were yelled around the room. It was absolute chaos. Some took to illustrating their points by arranging various items in strange and wonky configurations on the broad table at which they ate. After about twenty crazed minutes of unfruitful tossing and turning of ideas, most of the yelling degenerated into simple muttering. Groups splintered off to find solace in other parts of the complex. They would find something. Eventually.

“Eventually” led past suppertime and that caused the cooks and the porters that served the mages a fair degree of worry. They had discharged their duties nonetheless and set up the hall for mealtime. When the warriors of the King of Darkness tournament showed up, the head porter went to the leading mages on the council to find out where they should be sent in order to find the next stage of their combative journey. One of the mages off-handedly suggested that a couple of them be sent to the mess hall in order to...

And the mage never really finished his sentence as he ended up setting his focus on the planning ahead of him.

The porter shrugged and figured that the mess hall would make as good a battlefield as any and sent the first two in to duke it out.

Not worrying too much about ceremony for such a mundane activity as eating, the mess hall for the mages that inhabited this place was large and plain, the only decoration being a large mural on the east wall expounding on the virtues possessed by their predecessors. The majority of the space was taken up by the tables and benches that would be used to seat the diners at their meals. Each table was about twenty feet long by seven feet wide and made out of plain, solid wood with no decoration, save the carvings that would normally be made in the bottom of the tables by bored acolytes waiting for their food. The long sides of each table were flanked by three benches that would be used as seating. There were a score of such tables spaced equally throughout the large, rectangular room; enough room was present for a single person to move comfortably side to side between the tables, although two could do it if they were skinny enough and not in a hurry.

As if they were expecting a full house, there was a full place setting where each person would sit. Each table setting consisted of a metal fork and butter knife, a wooden plate and a wooden cup for water, all made in the humblest manner possible. There was no food present, mostly because the porters and cooks prided themselves on serving the best, hot food to their masters. Up to this point, there was nobody there to serve. The room, which had a high ceiling that would echo the tapping of feet on the cobblestone floor, was ready to serve the first two that would make their way through the large, creaky double doors.

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~~Sorry i had something far more extravagent planned for the opening post but stuff happened and suddenly i realised I'd run out of Time, I'll work it all in later i guess~~

He'd won, again... Far more easily than he would have liked but at least he'd put in a little bit of effort this time, he'd actually gotten to fight. Then just as the fight had gotten interesting and he'd begun to unleash his strength, his opponent had vanished from the arena, just as his blade was aimed to pierce him. It was almost like someone wanted him to win all his fights, maybe someone had rigged his path through the tournament so that he was guaranteed to make it to the final round, if you paid someone enough they'd pull out, or perhaps if you threatened someone they held dear they might just throw the fight. Faust was meant to be the strongest warrior in the known world, possessed by multiple spirits that increased his fighting power ten fold, and yet he'd caved before Joshua like a house of cards in a soft breeze. There was something wrong with the tournament, some higher purpose, and a lot of questions had gone unanswered, questions he wasn't sure he'd like the answers to.

“You Two come with me,”

Josh looked up from his brooding and remembered where he was, a small room, on the grounds owned by some group of mages, he hadn't caught a name, hadn't really cared at the time to be honest, but he knew they had something to do with the actual organising of the tournament.

“You two?” He long has he been sitting there in his thoughts, a while it seemed, somehow he'd missed the man's entrance into the room, he was slipping, and as he looked past the man he realised he'd missed more than just his entrance, sitting on the bench opposite him was a woman, how long exactly had she sat there without him noticing, how many times could she have killed him easily without him defending himself. Damn it he was slipping alright.

They both stood and followed the man out of the room, and down various hallways, through archways and doors, Josh didn't pay attention, he was too busy studying the women from the corner of his eye, there was something familiar about her, like he'd met her somewhere before a long time ago. So entranced by remembering her identity he almost ran smack into the back of their guide when he suddenly stopped just inside a doorway. He spun to face them and ushered them both inside, going so far as to slam and lock the door behind them.

“Start whenever you're ready, try not to break anything though.”

Immediately catching onto his drift Josh leapt back from the women, realising the next round had already started, would it be as easy? Or would he actually have a real fight on his hands.

“So... how you wanna do this?”

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PostPosted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:18 pm 
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Amid the bustling activities which surrounded a city anxiously awaiting the beginnings of a tournament known far and wide came the hollow hoof beats of the beasts which bore their weight. The steady gait swayed her hips in the saddle, a rhythm given to them that was only interrupted when the pair had to slow for somebody else. The buildings could not place a shadow upon the afternoon road, neither in darkness nor a dampening of the general gaiety of it all. Throngs of people moved from one vendor to another, past doorways and into shops; where people stopped could be heard the familiar songs of stringed instruments playing their owners for every last bit of energy they had for an eager crowd.

"Lady Sasaki!"

It was with pinpoint accuracy she turned her head towards the voice, her prolonged pause in the street urging an orc and a pair of ssar to move around her and continue on their way. The scent of exotic spices trailed after the barrel the larger of the three carried easily upon his shoulder.

"These are for you."


After a moment Sutera leaned forward, nonchalance rolling off of her armored frame. Their eyes matched to an uncanny degree of accuracy, their frames both lithe and fit. For the smallest of moments, they looked like just another man and woman sitting there in a room.

'Sutera Angel I've heard, but Lady? Lady? Ha!'

A darkness rose above the opened collar at the boy's throat, coloring the face which sought to quickly defend himself. Into her gloved hands he placed a strip of leather rolled around itself and her unique shurikens, their place soon found against her thigh between the leather armor of her leggings and the thick, white material that was the skirt over them. 'It's what master calls the important women who come to buy...'

'...or maybe young, foolish boys with a crush..'

The wisened, old teacher's comment drowned out the excuse. A pointed look turned the words into quiet mutterings, the sounds of metal moving against one another drowning out anything else. Together throughout the entirety of the tournament Sutera and the old man had been, dancing along in their friendship and seemingly well matched attitudes. There was a knowledge behind his wrinkled face that gave him the ability to tug from her words and expressions where others constantly failed.

"Lady is usually for those of noble blood but Sutera works just as well."


His eyes stared off without truly settling upon anything, lost in thought while his expression remained composed and distant. In contrast her eyes remained sharp and bright, gold as a setting sun. Without a second of hesitation she began to look at him, and then she began to see. There was a distinct difference between the two: anybody could look at a thing and be able to describe that which what they saw. It was as simple as asking a child what a circle looked like and getting the reply of 'round'. To see, however, required patience and a different kind of skill completely. The more she began to dissect the pieces of him before her and put them back together, the sooner she realized she knew him.

Oh, she didn't know him as any of the various possibilities would've implied; there was no love, no friendship. Sutera didn't even know his name. But how he had moved, how he fought, how he spoke. Those she had been introduced to. Josh, with all of his tousled dark hair and good looks, didn't seem to notice the beauty across from him giving him a glance over that, to anybody watching without a clue of her nature, could have been taken as one full of passion and spark.

An impish grin shone up at her among the dirt which coated the youth's face, one that gave away clearly the matter of his apprenticeship. The leather of his apron was thick, the scent of ash and metal having permeated his clothes and hair, hands still yet soft in the places where hard work would show in the coming years. Into them a coin was pressed and winsomely the warrior watched his frame wind through the crowds back to where the weaponsmith stood in a doorway. The dwarf's smile disappeared into his dark beard, acknowledging the bow of her head and shoulders with a salute that had his hand touching first his heart and then his brow.

'Friend of your's?' his question sounded dubious at best, which earned him a faint shadow of a smile with a raised brow. "I do on occasion make friends." Their banter dissolved into silence, looks thrown to one another speaking in ways that spoke of friendship and candor. It wasn't long before their meandering horses led them closer to the complex her third fight was taking place in, blond hair whispering over the heavy leather of her armor as they walked past groups of mages with better things to do than worry about the pair who didn't fit in visually.


A round mage found the pair like that, night and day, both lost in the silence of their own thoughts. Curious fingertips fidgeted with the silver key he held, waiting for either to notice him before a resigned rumble of his throat broke the spell. It wasn't until dulcet tones urged them upwards that the male seemed to realize what was going on. "You two?" There was an uncomfortable second after he spoke in which he looked for and found her. Of course, she'd already been gazing at him for some time. It was like being caught watching somebody sleep.

His immediate expression was unreadable but lacked the spark of recognition that had a tendency to widen the eyes and light up the face. Reigned in curiosity was unable to show itself past the apathetic mask of the woman's face, leaving her just as they'd met some years before: silent, calm and collected.

"I couldn't give up this love that I have of what I do for the chance and risk that the love of people has." It was their familiar argument about the love of people and family to the one of fighting, his scowling visage constantly attempting to prod at the subject of settling down and stopping 'all of this nonsense before it kills you'.

"You must understand. Have you never loved? You look like you're eighty. Surely you've had a handful of wives by now."

'Ah, just one love.' Her expression softened a touch then as they came to a stop. There was a place for him to wait should he choose, though she didn't quite know what he intended to do while she was busy. For his age he was quite content causing trouble and mayhem where and whenever he could manage.


The close of the door was omniscient at best, the noise echoing off of the ceiling above just as her newly acquired opponent leapt back. If he expected her to lunge for him at the first chance she got, he was likely to be sorely disappointed. For all it was worth, she mostly ignored his theatrics.

The hall was simple in its grandness, the stone decorating the walls carrying with them such an age that little else was needed upon them. Each fault and blemish told a story by themselves, easing her head to turn from the left most wall to the right where a mural hung. The story it told was of little interest to the samurai, the handful of steps she'd taken away from Josh concluded as she gazed upwards through golden lashes to the impressive ceiling. It called down its coaxing echos to her ears before it quieted in their stillness.

'A story for later.' A sweeping of her lashes came as she looked at the door she was to go through and then back to him. 'If it's as quick as your others you'll find me right here, shoo.' His hands pressed at the small of her back, urging her forward a couple steps before she paused just once more. His sigh was exasperated but playful, a hint of a smile wrinkling his eyes. 'And if I leave I'll let someone know where I've gone. I'm not going to disappear on you.'

His voice had not changed so much over the years.

With some fair ten feet between them she let her right foot trail behind her left, bowing lightly her head towards him as her soft, feminine voice crept from her lips. It was pitched lower, as if she were mimicking his own, gaze only darkened lightly as she peered at him from beneath the shadow of her bangs. "'Yo, sword person. Come fight me' I believe is how we started this last time."

'Good luck!'

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“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?”

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Words fell, tumbling over the cusp that were the shapes his mouth made. Accusations, notes, facts. They swirled together until she couldn't quite tell what it was he was trying to imply or say. Had he been foolish in asking some random stranger to teach him at the mere sight of their scabbard? Probably, but this was deeper than foolishness. Here he was, the jilted one, at a loss as to the reasons for her disappearance. How dare she not stick around and teach him, the deserving one of her time. His mind must have left out the insult he'd spewed, his verbal attack the only weapon he'd been left with when she'd taken his beloved Yalan, set down in a show of his over confidence. He'd sworn to follow her to the ends of the earth should she take her. That alone spoke volumes.

From the chin her head tilted so faintly, asymmetrical bangs shifting with the movement. One did not wear an apathetic expression for so long without having a good handle upon the very idea of acting. What thoughts of him she had remained kept within despite the smile he offered her. She took it indifferently and gave nothing back in return. Such was her way. Even his mention of entertaining those who watched failed to rouse anything except a spared glance upwards. It had been before, upon the bare plains and noticing the clouds and their shadows she'd wondered upon the exact same thing, except on a much larger scale. The woman cared little for the mages who ran the tournament and their thoughts upon the fights which occurred; it was the Prime Evils, though, that came to mind and elicited thoughts of worry and curiosity. Thoughts of their recent and overbearing silence. Silence after a storm was some ways louder than the thunder which had come before. It was a different kind of noise, one which came now.

Eyes as hard as ice placidly graced themselves over his actions and the movements he found the time to make at her expense. Somewhere she smiled so faintly, noting the way he both remembered her from before and made an inane assumption that she was still the same now. He did not spare her even a glance as he concluded the act of piecing his weapon together. He expected her to not have moved or attacked just then, but why? Did years not separate their encounters? Did change not encompass the very land which they lived and walked upon?

With a tense stillness the samurai took the opportunity granted to take notes of his form, shadowed gaze catching onto the fact that he wore no armor despite his penchant for close combat. Or rather, his calling was of such. If such an intangible pull that was fate led him along to the ways that were his current choices, there was little she could do other than do as she always did: watch, wait, do. The choice of his weapon though was intriguing at best. Its length would best any sword in terms of reach and should she manage to get it out of his hands, well, she'd seen the consequences of that first hand already. Her opponent was not here to learn a thing; he was here to win.

That alone resonated with his final statement in a contradictory tone that didn't sit too well within her.

However, Josh beckoned, and like a puppet with its strings plucked taut, she moved in compliance. It was drawn in a gesture as casual as folding your arms across your chest. Gracefully her left hand reached across and pulled free what he had seen before as her weapon, right hand stretching down to her leg where the sections of her white skirt billowed and the sheath could be held tightly as the pair separated. The hilt extended past her grip, the engraved blade flashing at her left as it swung forward towards him in a vertical spin before it came to a stop. The Rain Camellia was not only used to fight; she respected it as a tool enough to use it nearly everyday. It was a part of her, an extension. It was a clean, perfect weapon when she found it necessary. In its perfection, its sharpened edge cut a clean sound through the empty hall as it moved through the air, singing a song of its intent and history for such things in a single note of harmony.

Clasped in her left she gazed upon it briefly as she held it between them in the final second of its turn, letting her focus trail to his form afterward as her right hand moved swiftly. In reaching down to her sheath she had drawn another piece of metal; it was this she promptly with casual precision threw at his chest in the wake of the ornate movement of her katana. The bo shuriken was slender and graceful in its five inch length, small flights and skill [Skillful Tossing] aiding in it to follow upon the path she had for it.

It was not something traditional samurai often found themselves using, but Sutera and her weapons had traveled many places together. They worked in tandem as a group; they fit like the pieces of a puzzle into a unique image that was Sutera Sasaki. Even now, after such a simple but prodding attack of the martial artist, she let her right hand come above her left upon the hilt of her soul, her own beloved as it found a defensive rest at her right. He got no reply but her attack. They had met the likes of Terrence and Jaedin, of Boreas and Nuncia. Together they had come out mostly unscathed from everyone of them; it was her hope to continue such a record.

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Stoic as ever, yet stylish and flashy at the same time, Sutera remained impassive to Josh's words but he hadn't expected much of a reply in the first place. She hadn't attacked him while Josh prepared Jasmine for the battle, just like he'd predicted, true people could change over the years but their souls always told the truth. Souls couldn't lie and your soul was an open book to someone with Joshua's gifts, from the glimpses of her past he'd already seen so far, mere flickers of memory here and there, a silver haired boy was prominent in the earlier years of her past, he had been her primary teacher at the start. Sutera had enjoyed fighting, that was why Josh believed she wouldn't have attacked him in those moments, it wouldn't be much of a fight if he hadn't been prepared. No enjoyment out of a battle easily won, satisfaction had to be earned it wasn't something someone had handed to them.

From her scabbard Rain Camellia sprang free twirling into her grip in a flashy arc, almost like Sutera was showing off her blade to him, the same blade that had defeated him in a fight such as this, what seemed like an age ago. Sutera also attacked, her right hand pulling a small weapon from a sheath, tossing it swiftly at him, a motion that didn't go unnoticed by her opponent. Joshua was a bit foolish, perhaps even arrogant and over confident, but he wasn't stupid, not when it came to fighting. When Sutera began her ornate drawing of her blade, Josh remained focused on her entire body, not just the blade, many would have focused solely on that blade missing the motion of the hand following in its wake. However, from this distance Josh knew there was nothing the blade could do to him, he was far outside of its reach, so he watched for another motion just in case the blade was intended as a distraction from the real threat. [Freed Mind] He caught the motion of the right hand, and had begun to move even before the weapon had left his opponents hand, he twisted his body so his right side was facing Sutera and, barely moving his feet from their original position, he bent at the knees and sat... Sat on the wooden bench running beside the table to his right, allowing the dart-like contraption to fly past him, audibly cutting through the air as it went past his face.

“Interesting,” Josh remained seated on the bench, “however I'm more interested in your swordplay than your throwing skills, that's what Akamaru taught you correct? That's what I'd rather see, anyone can throw a dart, but not many can harness the beauty and elegance of a blade.”

Standard tactics, using his eyes Josh would peer into a person's past and find their memories, then he'd confront them with a piece of it, generally a name of a mentor or past lover, this piece of information was always something not known to the public, it was something that only those intimate with the person's past would be aware of. It started his opponents wondering about how much he knew, if he knew this, this name that few in the world knew of, what else about me does he know. It could throw a person entirely off their game, or perhaps create a moments hesitancy in the middle of the battle, creating an opening. It probably wouldn't work, not against someone as disciplined as a samurai, but if he was lucky he might hit a sore point.

“Should I sit here and wait for you? I suppose not.” Josh stood, but remained side on to his opponent, showing a minimal target for her blade, and a smaller profile against her ranged weaponry. He lifted Jasmine from the ground, and almost in mimicry of her display, spun her deftly and elegantly into a knew position, polished blade flashing in the light of the room, horizontal to the ground, right hand just over halfway up the shaft, his left further down, holding the weapon like one would perhaps, a naginata. Then he closed the distance to his opponent and thrust, using the final forward step with his right foot to add to the force behind the blade.

The entire time he remained smiling, he also enjoyed a good fight, and this was going to be one of his best, he could sense it.

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In watching the martial artist move before her fingertips had wholly released the shuriken, she had a reasonable guess of his skill. Hard metal scratched and tumbled in its forlorn dance across the ground somewhere past him, the noise whispered back down to her from the ceiling that was her confidant and musician. Every movement was noted in sound from its watchful place and then quietly given back. It created a story of the duo and as she expressed nothing in response to his dodge, mentally she kept notes. The samurai had heard of people able to glimpse the thoughts of their opponent, reading what it was they were going to do before they did it. Drakol had taken a mate with the power; she'd met the woman once. Without any past familiarity with the class itself, she guessed it must have been something like what Josh had done here. He failed to even wait to see where she was aiming it before he abruptly put himself into motion. You didn't swing a bat blindly after the pitcher moved his arm; a good hitter watched the ball to see where it was going before swinging, if you swung at all.

The way he sat down, however, and ruined everything with such a simple motion made everything ugly and undesirable. It was a lot of action to dodge something so small, especially since he had moved so early. It was a show, a play, Josh standing in front of a crowd spilling line after line of how much better at this than she was. Look at all of these actions I can do, not threatened by you and yet, still able to manage quite nicely. It reminded her of another martial artist she had fought. Rygen was beautiful in the way he fought with her, which was a difference here, but he carried the same air. None of this was for fun or respect. He was here to win. It was a thought she kept repeating to herself because it went against everything he kept saying. It made her like him less, which was just fine with Stella. There was no trusting somebody who was only here to win.

Then with the same comfortable and confident way of speaking he'd had in the past, Josh removed all doubt she had of his intelligence. The way Josh butchered the pronunciation of Akumaru and his words following had her struggling mentally for a moment. Her language was one of small sounds connected into larger words. Every pairing, every syllable was something meaningful and when he changed one of those, it just didn't make any sense immediately. The samurai knew what he was trying to say, of course.

All of his regular consequences, all of his opponents' reactions from the past failed him here. Where he had this wide range of possibilities stocked up, he didn't get a reaction because of her discipline. He got nothing because he messed up. Instead of standing there worrying about the possibility that he had a vast knowledge of her past and her life in general, Sutera arched a golden brow.

Interesting, she thought, but I don't give a damn what you're interested in.

Sutera was enjoying the act of mocking him and him not catching it. Where he had held up a finger and asked her to hold on, just a moment, just let him get his weapon ready, she'd drawn her own blade and managed to be ready in a second. For all of his words and wasted actions, all she did was stand there in her watchful and silent way. Josh had a weakness of liking the sound of his own voice and so she let him carry on without interruption, gaze slipping down to where his hands were placed. His steps forward to close the distance between them shifted her katana minimally upwards in response so that when his right foot came forward to carry the thrust into its final action, she was using him to move herself out of his way.

The axe portion of his halberd faced to her right and the Rain Camellia came up and brushed against the straight back part of it to her left. Held vertical to the horizontal position he had, she pushed weight into it and as an extension of herself, pushed her own body into a step back and to the side from his weapon. The martial artist was likely to feel the bit of weight applied to the left side of his staff as she ended up a large step back and to his right from her starting position, the song of two metals meeting brief as she ended it, careful to keep her slightly curved edge of a blade away from the dip that presented itself between his axe and the end of his staff. He would find her movements to be graceful and smooth, her mind and body trained for such an ease in battle long ago. [Blade Dancer's Avatar]

Between them the katana stayed, her gloved grip relaxed upon the hilt as it leaned lightly back and forth, right to left and back again. It mimicked a silent rebuke to his everything: his too quick reflexes, his mess up of Akumaru's name and his imploring behavior that urged her to show him what she knew.

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Sutera was somewhat of an enigma, no matter how he tried Josh couldn't get a proper read on her. Most people were easy, by observing for a few moments he could figure out what kind of person they were, their intentions and to a certain degree their goals, not Sutera though. Sutera was like ice, frozen in her features and emotions. Did it strain her to show emotions? How much of an effort was it for her to break the frost around her eyes enough to allow her eyebrow to rise that small amount from its original position. Was it painful to her? To concede even that much to his words? Emotionally stunted, perhaps traumatised as a child, was she, years later was she still being effected by some horrific scene that had played out before her? Who knew, Josh's abilities didn't allow him to pick out specific parts of his past, it was all random and out of his control, but if he could he was sure that this women's life would be a story to be hold.

Still, the way she looked at him, she was taking this fight way to personally, sometimes a fight was just that a fight, sometimes it really was simply win or lose. Lots of warriors enjoy fights, Sutera probably enjoyed fighting, Joshua enjoyed fighting, almost everyone Josh had ever fought enjoyed a good fight when the moment called. But if you weren't also there to win how could you possibly enjoy it to its fullest? It's like walking onto a sporting field not caring whether you win or lose, if you only goal when you walk onto a field or into a battle is to win, then you cannot fight at full strength. Your will is your strength, that was how ki worked, that was why Josh was strong, so long as he went about it with his will focused he was at full strength. His will was in his thrust and that made it strong, Sutera's will wasn't in her dodge, that made it weak. She pushed off from his weapon with her sword, moving her in one direction and Jasmine another, that was what happened when your will wasn't in it you use your opponents weapon as a crutch to compensate for your own inadequacies.

Fine, I'll go with it.

Josh allowed Jasmine to the side, in fact he encouraged it, using the motion of Sutera's push to start a wide cutting arc, spinning his entire body but keeping an eye on Sutera the entire time, as his body turned to the point where it wanted to pull his eyes from his opponent he snapped his head around to pear at his opponent once again. His right hand loosened its grip of the weapon and trailed to down to join his left hand at the very bottom of the weapon where he grasp tightly. As he spun the weapon accelerated, increasing in speed and force as it moved, it remained at about waist height as moved in for the hit, the increased length from moving his hands to the bottom of the weapon compensating for Sutera's step backwards. Hopefully the arena magic would step in to save her, preferably before she was cleaved in two by the giant axe blade.

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There was no leading for the woman this moment, the samurai allowing the male to guide them across the dance floor with the silent acknowledgment that he knew what he was doing. There was always a time to lead and a time to follow; she effortlessly switched from one to the other, taking a non-aggressive stance as his wishes came clear with his turn. In the simplicity of doing what one's partner suggested one could find a moment to think, plan and breathe. She used this to her advantage, stepping back once more as his eyes bore into her his gaze. One that refused to leave her. No air of agitation left her at the realization he wasn't going to let her out of his sight if he could help it; idly wondering if he expected her to do some sort of trick, she inwardly stifled a laugh before it could come to be at the way he whipped his head back around at the apex of his turn.

Expectant, indeed.

Josh would find her a mute opponent mostly, matching the feeling behind the reasons that turned him like a top to attack her with a passion fiercer than rage, fiercer than a silent storm just ticking down with a subtle certainty that there was more to come. With the sparkle of amusement within her eyes, she tensed, ready for the inevitable conclusion of what he was doing with his own strength.

Step step step.

His turn upon the cobblestones whispered at her his footing, the noise the only interruption to the silence that he'd wrapped around himself like a protective blanket. In the same act of nonspeaking thoughtfulness she wondered upon the changes that had come over him in the years between now and their last encounter. The chords of their song rang differently this time, age having stifled the sounds of youth from them both. The same weapons glistened upon his form, the same stereotypical clothing, same haircut. There was a cookie cutter of Josh out there, placed over and over into the dough every year after year. He was the epitome of order and it clashed with the constant change she found herself permeated with. Josh existed as the light to her darkness, her constant opposition against her very self and the chaos that found purchase against her heart. Grief was a powerful thing.

The flash of lighting upon his weapon struck her out of her reverie.

Wrists turned and changed and fingers grasping the katana in a way that would allow the thicker edge to strike anything she aimed at instead of the sharp side, Sutera reacted in much the same way she had when he had attempted to skewer her just a moment before. By holding it at an angle she hoped to guide the halberd's end upwards and away from her with its own momentum to keep it going. She didn't offer much resistance to his turn at all, only encouraging the speed and counterclockwise direction of it with a piece of smooth metal that acted as a ramp. Hands together at the bottom, Stella found her katana in a diagonal position from bottom left to upper right, knees bent slightly. There was a little more force exerted as she swung to meet it, however, her aim to deflect it put towards the last third of the metal coming for her body. Honestly she had no idea how much damage might be done to the metal; she'd seen how dented and bent she could manage against thick metal before but every weapon reacted differently. As there was nothing special outwardly about her attack she expected it to hit, the momentum he had sped up to a great force she hoped to be his weakness, one she hoped he was unable to stop before their weapons met. [Genbu]

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Honesty and deceit, truth and lies, light and dark, good and evil, each is the opposite of the other, but neither is mutually exclusive to the other. Darkness lives within the shadows cast off by light, good people to evil deeds though often for the greater good. Josh was honest, he didn't lie, a by product perhaps of all the evil he'd seen with his eyes stemming for deceit. Josh's attacks however, were the most deceitful and devious you would fight against, Jasmine's seemingly simple linear attacks, could turn serpentine in nature at his will, turning an easily blocked attack, into an attack in which blocking it would only increase the danger you were in.

Ki rippled undetectable through Josh's arms and into his weapon as he swung, Sutera had taken another step back, limiting the amount of Jasmine's blade that would strike her. Her hands shifted her grip on her weapon and Josh took that moment to enact his plan, [ki controls] the final join in Jasmine's shaft released silently, releasing the chain inside connecting the pieces together. The extreme centrifugal force pulling it and keeping taunt as the chain played out. It wasn't a lot of chain that Josh allowed to play out, just enough for what he had planned.

Sutera swung up with the back edge of her sword, connecting with the chain rather than the axe head it had been aiming for. It was a violent solid blow that may very well have chipped or damaged Jasmine's head, but a chain wasn't a solid object, when the sword clashed with chain, sparks flew, but the chain was simply lifted into the air with the sword, it gave way instantly to the offending weapon, preventing any significant damage. However, in lifting the chain Sutera's defence had become Josh's offence, the sudden kinking of the chain caused Jasmines head and chain to swing around in a smaller arc, using the swords women’s own weapon and the centre point, an arc that would end with Jasmines axe heading for her back Josh's [Ki Controls] keeping the blade aligned with her back making it act as a fin to guide its arc, though admittedly with less force than the original two handed swing that had started the attack.

Evasion truly was the safest method when dealing with Josh's attacks, but even then it wasn't a guaranteed method, Jasmine's range could double with a simple flex of Josh's Ki.

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Great restraint tugged at her expression as she watched him show his hand, tipping away its secrets with a careful shift. His deceit from the beginning unraveled before her. It was an ugly face peeking at her from beneath the mask he himself wore. Sutera wasn't surprised. Understanding was not kind as it came to the samurai, however, his actions precise and his intentions clear. From her place mid strike she watched his weapon extend and her suspicions of him and his lack of honorable actions bubbled to the surface with the same delicate control as her anger did. It was slow but steady and with the same passion as a smoldering fire just waiting for more fuel.

The chain gave and the noise which followed, cutting through the air, alerted her of the incoming blade if she didn't move quickly.

The woman wasted no time in her defense, twisting clockwise as she turned upon her left foot through the space made with her sword and the chain she'd struck. Stella found there was enough between the two pieces of his weapon to make a swift change of position with the amount he'd released to have the blade extend right by her. With an untrusting speed she quickly moved from the right side of the weapon to the left, leaving the head of the halberd to follow its trajectory unbothered. [Trained Agility] As her pivot kept her facing him, her katana was smoothly drawn out of the mess of chain and metal to her right thigh where she released her left hand from her weapon. A shift of her white skirting commenced, a subtle move as it twirled with her turn.

In a flare from her closed fist mana expanded and exploded, pushing outwards her closed fingers until an all too familiar shape filled the space. A small guard flickered into existence a blink of an eye afterward. The finale crawled with a pop and sizzle down the path she controlled, inches of katana growing in the air with the same fierceness of its element until its two and a half feet matched the Rain Camellia. Vines crawled down the blade of one, flames the other. With a flex of his innate power he managed to show what it was to be an accomplished martial artist and it was easy to return the favor. Unfortunately for Josh, despite his request, she wouldn't be sharing the secret of this strength with him. [The Swords of Damocles (Kohryu's Talons)]

The lights of the hall struck the sleek surface of the katana in her left, gloved hand tightening around the hilt as the energy struck a chord within her body. They were like twins there at her right side, one glowing with power as the other merely reflected it. Without missing a beat in their passionate tango of dislike she swung her left arm towards him, the series of actions smooth and graceful in timing as she continued to move as swiftly as ever. The etchings of flickering flame blurred as she swung, closing the short distance between them with a beam of marbled white and red aimed at the middle of his chest. [Hikari Sori]

Brightness filled the pools of hazel that hadn't left his form, the power of fire and light shot out of the katana that had appeared out of thin air. It was as natural as the crystals an old drow friend of her's had shown her once. Just like Josh, she'd learned a couple new tricks from a good friend. There hadn't been much space between them when he'd tried to cleave her in two; she sought to use this to her own advantage. With her outstretched arm and the length of her blade, her response to his flex didn't have far to travel before it reached him. She could only hope to repay the kindness of a friend with a successful move of surprise.
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Her skill was undeniable, her speed surprising, but her overall ability to impress Josh was low, dodge this, avoid that. You can't win a battle with defence, not in a battle like this, was she betting on his endurance running out before hers? Or was this all a ploy to lure him close enough, to a distance where she couldn't avoid attacks, but he wouldn't be able to either? Whatever the reason Josh was getting annoyed. He'd thought this would be a battle for the ages, where two beings with power and skill rarely seen in the world would clash an unstoppable force against an immovable object, a battle that would be written down in history as one of the greats. Instead she was refusing to attack beyond her first initial strike.

Sparks flared briefly to life as the metal of sword and chain collided, before fading into the darkness of death after the smallest moment of existence. In a continuous motion, Rain Camellia arced upwards, moving Jasmine's chain with her, pulling it up into the air and Sutera followed underneath it, passing through the triangular doorway created beneath the chains by her Genbu, once again completely avoid Josh's attack without harm of injury. With a quick hard tug, Josh yanked his weapon back towards him, whipping the bladed halberd head into his right hand he'd released with the motion.

Power flared as Sutera brought a Sword into existence from thin air, in mere instances, most of which was completed while Josh was retrieving his weapon, a blade grew from nothingness in her her, a blade grown of magic fire, born from her will. It was an ability he had never seen before, one he was curious about, if he could gain the ability to grow weaponry and armour from his Ki alone he would be unstoppable, imagine Josh with all his strength and power, clothed in weightless armour with the strength of steel. His speed and strength with infallible protection, he could dive recklessly into battle know only the strongest of abilities would harm him. The prospects, the potential, Josh knew what he was going to train himself in next, the manifestation of Ki as a physical object, even if it took years to acquire such an ability would be worth the effort.

The new flame etched weapon his opponent glowed with power, a mottled colour of of glowing crimson and holy white, this was an indicator of an attack if Josh had ever seen one. He raised both ends of his weapon in front of him as she swung, ready for whatever would come his way. A beam of both colours fired from her weapon, it travelled like wildfire, fast as any projection technique he'd ever seen, but the brief glow before the attack, mixed with his reactions[Freed Mind] the short distance his weapon need to travel and his innate speed[Eye of Providence] was enough. The beam hit the flat side of Jasmine's axe, held in Josh's right hand, braced his left arm behind it. He'd dropped the bottom two thirds of Jasmine just in case this attack was more than a hand could block. Turns out he needed have bothered, his muscles barely flexed as the light beam contacted and vanished in a brief showing of light. It was akin to his Ki he decided, faster, but decidedly weaker, Josh could punch harder than that beam of light had struck his weapon, either it was simply a weak attack, or it had another purpose if it had contacted with his body. Either way, his opponent had shown ranged ability, and was now holding two weapons, one of unknown strength and properties, he'd have to take measures.

[Ki Control] Without sound or motion the second connection along the shaft came free, allowing the middle section of the weapon to fall free from the bottom section. With a quick motion Josh grabbed the middle with his left hand put it behind his head, before re grabbing the bottom section with the same hand. It had only taken a second or two to enter what Josh had dubbed his combat stance. In his right hand he held the top section of Jasmine like an axe, the chain from that section looped around his arm once up to where the middle section sat across his shoulders behind his neck, the next section looped around the left arm, to the bottom section which Josh held in in his left hand like a metal shod bludgeon. Now he'd wait, this was a close combat stance, he'd let his opponent come to him.

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Success was not meant for the samurai just then and she accepted gracefully the parry that diminished the power of her energy and surprise into nothing. The blunt strike in the beam failed to gather any sort of response in either movement or facial expression, Sutera noted. Every person she had the pleasure of crossing paths with reacted to it in their own way; she only wished this was a pleasant experience like the past had a tendency to be. It disappeared in a controlled surge against the metal of his halberd head, white and red flecks bursting outwards and vanishing into the air. For all its beauty it was as short lived as her friendliness with Josh had been, the quieting echoes of its death finding their own place amongst the far corners the ceiling sent them. It was in response to the attack that in no way belonged to a samurai that Sutera was given the opportunity to witness yet another transformation of her opponent, however, one with its own interesting song.

Josh's refusal to fight her as an equal continued on, his finesse with the halberd he held growing as yet again he separated the pieces without any outward sign. Having half expected this new twist once he'd so easily done it with the end, the angel could only look onwards in astute observation, muscles relaxing to drop her arm back to her side. Whatever triggered the change, though, was of little concern beyond the fact it didn't seem to slow him down any to do it. It was as effortless of a thing as breathing was. A master of equipment she was but it did not appeal to the senses, this thing he wielded so easily. It was long, heavy looking and slow. It had its uses, this the martial artist displayed without any hesitation, but Sutera didn't even begin to compare it to the sleek extensions that were her swords and their counterparts.

As metal gloves grasped easily an axe in one hand and a club in the other, she wondered upon the balance of the two and the choices afforded her now with the change. Traces of gold drifted across the skin of her face, bangs a soft frame for the scene the samurai watched. Chains twist and bound along his unarmored arms, cloth drawn tight to his form before the gloves took their turn at hiding flesh from the world. His silence and subsequent still frame had her thoughts drifting to his last words. Aku had never been the one to water and nurture the skills she possessed this day. He'd never lived long enough to see what she'd become. He'd never deserved much beyond the death he'd been given.

They'd been too gracious at that, even.

Energy tickled gently against her palm, power cascading over the hills and valleys that were the lines in her skin. Electrified into excitement, the nerves snapped and popped their signals through muscle and to her head as the softest of breaths escaped parted lips. It was an out of control fire eating its way through brush and forest subdued to slavery in the most exquisite, dangerous form she relied upon. The power, so easily held by the woman, reminded her briefly of what happened to those who allowed greed and power to dominate their life and choices. Leather creaked in protest as fingers tightened in remembrance around the hilts of her weapons, movement taking over her form once again as he stalled before her.

Sutera was no stranger to the likes of martial artists, having traveled, fought and been given scars from some of the best already. They could excel equally at ranged and close combat; if he was attempting to goad her into a false sense of security by changing his weapon to better suit her own, he was mistaken. Josh didn't deserve to be here, from what she could tell of his abilities so far, but that didn't mean she was going to underestimate him in the slightest. With nothing to defend from, she launched into her attack and brought both of her weapons before her, righting the angle of her body so they were truly face to face once more. With the distance a scant six feet between them Stella crossed the Rain Camellia's blade over the one of the fire jewel, an X that she rose up to neck level between them to swiftly take them apart again. [Suzaku] The Camellia slid over the other in a single note of song, scattering an impressive amount of bright sparks towards his cloth covered chest. The shower of bright red motes was moderately hotter and traveled farther with the aid of her newest blade, though here she didn't have to hit him to gain the hidden effects of her attack. All she had to do was have him look at her; from the past moments of him not removing his eyes from her at all except when his own body kept him from it, she was confident she'd score a point this round.

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Sutera was starting to get predictable, flashy attacks, each with its own beautiful but obvious wind up. The first ranged attack had begun with a glowing blade, a fairly obvious indicator that something was about to occur. From that had sprung a beam of light, while exquisite and beautiful to look at, ultimately useless. This time was a little more subtle, her weapons suddenly brought to an X before her face, but it was still a fairly obvious motion. Sutera was a women of unmatched beauty, Josh had expected this to translate into her attacks to a certain degree, but so far it seemed her style was more based on how it looked rather than whether it worked. In fighting her Josh had hoped to gain some insight into how a master of weapons becomes one with their weapons, but all he was learning was hoe to maintain ones appearance as they fought.

Ki techniques were so much different, with one exception Josh's abilities required no flashy wind up, no glowing weapons to give them away, they began at the same moment they were launched. No warning, no give-aways, perhaps he'd teach this woman instead, show her the reason why he was here, in a tournament for the best.

Within the hidden recesses of his mind lay a series of crystals, crystals which represented power sealed away to be released at a later moment when most needed, power that if held for too long would tear him apart. [strength jewel] On one of these familiar crystals he lay a mental hand, calling the power that was held within it to him, pulling the strength to fight opponents far stronger than he into his body. Fire swept through his veins, but it didn't burn, instead it caressed, stoking the flames of his life to greater heights, strength enveloped his body and he knew he could easily hit twice as hard, lift twice as much with only a bit of effort. It wasn't the only effect either, his Ki was stronger as well, [Physical Spirit] His Ki swelled within his body and, while he knew there were no outward signs, Josh felt like he was a burning star, giving off enough light to blind the surroundings, this much power was amazing, it was almost addictive, yet another reason it was sealed away when it wasn't needed.

Sutera's weapons slid across each other, bright lights like a hundred tiny firefly's sparked into existence where the two weapons met, and the flew with purpose towards him, it was another example of beauty over practicality, while it was possible it had some purpose if it reached him, it actually had to reach him to do so. The bright flash of these sparks burning into existence burned spots into Josh's eyes, like he'd stared into the sun for that moment to long and had a dark mark inscribed into his eyes, for a moment he was blind, like he had been before in his life, blind without knowing what attack was coming for him, but he retaliated anyway in the best way someone could when they couldn't see their opponents exact location, with area of effect. Josh made one motion, he thrust his left arm forward, jabbing once with the metal shod blunt tip of Jasmine, and as he did so, all hell broke loose. [Wind Strike]+[Physical Spirit]

Cutlery flew into the air and across the room in a deafening rattle of silverware on silverware. The two tables closest to Josh with their giant size and extraordinary weight actually rattled as the force went past them. Sutera's little sparks? They were nothing in the path of this typhoon, when the solid wave of air and Ki struck them they were forced to reverse their path and were carried back towards their origin. The wave of power that had erupted from Josh's one simple thrust was a testament to his power, this technique was strong in its own right, but this time it was enhanced even further by the power he'd just released from within himself. It was almost impossible to see on it's own, Ki was like that, but like the wind you could see where the attack had passed by, the adorn-less tables, the completely dust free section of floor. This attack hit hard, and it hit fast. It would decide, decide whether Sutera was worth his time. If she had a strength she wasn't showing or if she was just a pretty girl wielding a blade. Quickly Josh was blinking the spots form his eyes.

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From their one past meeting he'd called out to her in an attempt at finding some connection, some oneness that would extend between them to form a bond. It hung between them, stretched, twisted and thin from the various, silent problems which appeared. Like taffy, it fell apart in pieces and strings. Stella had walked in hoping for an almost friendship to come forth. There had been the seeds of hope that perhaps this battle her time would not be wasted as it had with so many others. It wasn't even the first time their paths had crossed one another, but yet, he still remained stubbornly across a chasm that held no bridge for the dishonorable and cruel. His next motion, however, fell into neither, piquing a small bit of interest within her and giving her more knowledge of his abilities.

A great chime echoed outwards, thin but abrupt. As the visual and sound came at once, immediately the samurai's eyes found purchase upon that which bothered her most. [Uncommon Hearing] The blunt end of his weapon had thrust forwards, that had not gone unnoticed, but past that everything rattled, rolled and flew. If it wasn't light enough for a man to lift by himself, it stayed. Unfortunately that amounted to precious little.

Thin silverware bounced off her body, wooden cups striking before rolling off to some unpleasant existence under the tables they were between. A cacophony of sounds, sweet and metal mixed with the dull ones of wood, swept the mage's original request right off of the tables, leaving it to hang by a thin thread. “Start whenever you're ready, try not to break anything though.” In damage his retaliation had been ineffective, but inwardly she likened it to the attack she'd just managed herself: what little damage it did was balanced by the true effects. He'd blown out the vast array of darting motes and created a mess himself.

His breath was too harsh for the flickers of fanatic flame, their floating fashion reversed with the same exuberance as a child wasting so much energy for mere candles. They tumbled and cooled, wild upon the winds that suddenly became visible. Like autumn leaves following the ways of an errant twister of wind they rode the distance between them upon currents before swiftly winking out. As it pushed, Sutera felt her weight rock back onto the heels of her leather boots before a handful of steps were conceded to whatever power it had been. Amid the crack of the sleek black sash in her hair snapping in the wind and the great but brief musical moment he'd created, she doubt he heard the shuffling of her hurried steps as she gracefully kept to her feet. [Blade Dancer's Avatar] It was a force to be reckoned with, there was no doubt about that in her mind, but it stopped pushing as her boots added to the distance already between them.

Josh's attitude had stayed an annoying constant so far, a more-powerful-than-thou stench rolling off of him with every small movement he was forced to make on her behalf. His expression though and blinking with an unfocused gaze confirmed for her that the once blind martial artist was so again. As he struggled with the blindness that she'd given him, reacquainting him with an old friend of their's, Sutera took the moment to pull another shuriken from somewhere in the depths of her armor and clothes. The two katana in her left hand bounced awkwardly against one another in their close proximity, the thin piece of metal let loose quickly in an attempt to take advantage of the disability he'd somewhat forced upon himself. Swiftly it flew between them for the fleshy softness of his unprotected stomach. No qualms rose their ugly head as she did this; she'd accepted her actions as part of her duty and unless Josh's own actions took a different turn than the path he had been walking upon, Sutera was sure she'd walk out of here with her honor quite intact.

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