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Sho thought as his martial arts uniform fell apart from her slicing attack, revealing his scarred and muscular body beneath it. Sho instantly turned around, just to hear her warning him before she unleashed a barrage of blows with her sword at him. He parried, blocked and dodged her blows. Admittedly, It had been a while since he had fought someone on this level and so was taken aback by the sheer force she put behind her attacks. he thought, blocking another hit with Kaliz. he said calmly, trying to get into her head.Sho dodged her sword once more and jumped high, landing several feet away from her, making some space between them. That's when he realized she was using the dull part of her blade; he said and extended his arms in-front of him, requipping Halborym. Once equipped, Sho dashed forward even faster than before, putting the extra speed the magic gauntlet gave him in use. he said and planted one foot on the ground, propelling him forward, his left fist coming down from upwards while his knee came flying upwards, a move he called Dragon's Roar. It produced enough force to shatter a large boulder into pieces. Had she dodged it, Sho would continue on his course and instead hit the building behind them.
Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang
The moment he leaped away, the girl ceased her advance. Under normal circumstances she would not have allowed her opponent a moment's reprieve to even breathe, but this was a spar, and the man that retreated a potential teammate; the last she should ever do is exile someone completely from her circle of compatriots or prospects. After all, one cannot meet the extent of their ambition without ample support.
That was a lesson she had learned in her youth.
With his retreat, he tried taunting her to which was an obvious failure; petty words meant very little on the field of strife, and it showed by only the nonplussed expression upon her face what she thought of it. Yet his warning of her using the blunt of her sword was heeded, if he wished that she would use the fullest extent of her force and skill, so be it. With a flick of a wrist, the razor edge of Durendal came to bear as he seemed to be changing his weapons.
Then, he charged forward in an all out attack a second time, a full fronted obvious assault with a few defiant words to her as her eyes narrowed and the world around her seemed so much slower. With his brave assault and rise of his knee and gauntlet alike, she flickered just once before disappearing entirely to immediately reappear just a few feet to his flank. As he seemingly passed inexorably in comparison to her, a pirouette of focused velocity would not bring her sword to his back, but the length of her foot.
Her intent was simple: avoid the strike and instead kick him in the small of his back. Sending him unbalanced and careening into the building ahead, rather than a simple slam of easily absorbable force. Whether or not this was successful was another measure, but he would punch through the wall either way.
Sheathing her weapon and instead reaching behind her back, the girl would simply speak in a monotone voice as she extracted a pair of finely crafted leather gloves from a pocket on her backside. Sliding the precisely fitted items upon her finger tips and stretching slightly against the finely crafted material for a moment, her words would be clear and concise.
"Not bad in terms of mobility and strength, though, your predictability leaves much to be desired." Were her first words, while she finished strapping on the gloves. "Try something different, won't you? Full out frontal assaults are both easily maneuvered against as well as countered." There was no mocking tone nor harshness in her statement, it were almost as if a conflict such as this was little more than a meager business arrangement. "Try to be more fickle, and indirect."
