[right][h2]Col. [color=purple]Purple[/color], Valk Rooftops - [/h2][/right]
[right][@Kazemitsu][/right]

It seemed this wouldn't be as easy as she had thought. Shame. But it didn't matter, even if the initial trick hadn't worked this wouldn't last long. Instead of dodging attacks she allowed them to slide off of her curved armour, turning only to prevent a direct blow. This suit had been designed to hold up under heavy weapons' fire. An outer layer composed of layered graphene was easily tough enough to withstand low-calibre arms fire. Beneath that was a metal-foam plate to add sturdiness, and a third layer of aerogel. That superlight material provided immense insulation against heat, in addition to it's malleability absorbing direct shock impact. It would take a lot more than these simple blades to get through to her, even if they were wielded by a super-strong opponent. Only a direct hit would even cause any damage. Being able to take most attacks without even having to Parry she was able to push forward and stay in close, where her smaller weapons were harder to block. She dogged his every step, knowing that his speed gave him the advantage is they were further apart.

Of course, this wasn't her only trick by far. Knowing both your and your opponent's capabilities was vital in a fight like this. In skill they seemed to be matched. Even if she was more disciplined and focused he had a wealth of experience to draw on, as well as a natural fighting style that was hard to predict. And his physical strength and speed were significantly above her own. So she would have to press her advantages where they lay: in her armour and weaponry. Superior technology. "This isn't a fight. This is a lesson. Consider me your teacher in this." With a swift gesture she caught his blade, something that would have been impossible with lesser armour. But without any momentum it would be doubly impossible for that edge to penetrate the Scarab Armour. Of course his strength was greater than hers so she wouldn't be able to imobilise his weapons for long. But she didn't need to. With a swift gesture she slammed her own blade into his, snapping the dull-coloured weapon in half.

When cultures met it was the most advanced that came out victorious. Oldbloods were powerful, but they failed to advance with the times, and their weapons weren't nearly as strong as they were. But these weapons were designed to be worthy of a superior race, and could easily outmatch even the finest of old-fashioned blades. Brute strength was meaningless in the face of progress, and if the oldbloods refused to keep up with the times they would die out. Stepping back Purple halted her assault. "I think I've made my point. You lack discipline and technology. With those, even a Newblood like myself can defeat you. As for my age? It's 52."