[IC] Blade Master Academy

[Marcus XVI]

Janos rolled his eyes and very slightly bowed his head to the fellow who had answered his offer with a challenge. "It's all fun and games to beat up others until someone loses an eye. I'd prefer not using proper weapons for this, but since you only have that huge thing with you..." He very casually removed the red shirt of his and tossed it aside while taking notes of his opponent - length of arms, size of weapon and other such. "Oh well, guess we might do this properly." The Finn straightened up and took a step forwards "Janos Kalpa, 3rd rank. I hereby accept your answer and thus we shall duel."

[TheHangedMan]

The young man nodded. He placed the sword in a long sheathe. "This should suffice, yes?" he said. As he walked forward, he let the sheathed sword hang loosely from his hand. "Hansel Harttman, Rank 8. Treat me well . . ." His form was slack and he was looking at Janos through half-lidded eyes.

[Marcus XVI]

I can't attack without getting within his reach... Unless... Janos unsheathed his knives and smiled a bit apologetically - as if he was sorry that he was only carrying proper knives with him. He dropped in to a low crouch, holding his left hand at the height of his cheek while holding the knife in reverse grip. His right hand held the knife normally, but he pointed the blade downwards. I can't hold back an inch with that guy... Janos leaped forwards and made a swift stab towards Hansel's left shoulder with the knife in his right hand.

[TheHangedMan]

Hansel crouched down to avoid the blow and spun, dragging his sword with him. The motion turned his sword act like a tail that went for Janos legs. Hansel was aiming to trip the other boy.

[Marcus XVI]

Janos rolled to the side and hastily got back on his feet. He's fast... damnit.. He moved his hands slightly and made his avatar bracers appear while trying to come up with a plan. He began cautiously circling around Hansel. Friggin 8 ranker... Guess I'm not holding back then... He made barely noticeable wrist movements that made two grayish-blue knives appear behind Hansel at knee height.

[TheHangedMan]

Hansel, not noticing or not caring about the knives behind him charged straight for Janos. His sword swung in an overhead arch going towards his shoulder. The boys left hand meanwhile was held loosely to his side, his palms parallel to the ground. His facial expression barely changed throughout it all.

[Eklispe]

Harry sat up after the sword was moved from his neck and realized that everything felt much lighter then it did a few seconds ago. So he asked "Did you do something to make my body less able to move just now? Because everything feels much lighter." Harry could feel his explosion ahd burned him some but it didnt seem like anything major.

@jorthon

The music ended with a flourish as the match drew to a close, and Johann sheathed his blade with satisfaction. He stood up, walking over to the pair of fighters without making a single sound be bowing his head to them. "Thank you for the match." he said quietly.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Yasuri nodded to the quiet boy, "And thank you, for that interesting accopmiant." Then he turned to face the new duel that was starting watching avidly. One of them was using knives, and the other a sword almost as large as his own.

[Marcus XVI]

Instead of dodging or parrying possible incoming attacks Janos instead dashed towards his opponent to minimize the range advantage and aimed a quick stab towards the wrist of Hansel's sword wielding arm with his left hand and blatantly aimed a stab towards his opponent's throat with his right hand.

[TheHangedMan]

"The problem with dual wielding knives at close range is that the user has pretty much nothing left for defense," said Hansel, speaking for the first time. Hansel stopped his movements by leaning back, pulling his arms backwards and firmly sticking a foot towards Janos body. Because of his dash and the fact that both of his arms were outstretched, normally there wouldn't be time to stop or twist around it.

[Marcus XVI]

Crap... Janos got hit and reeled back a bit, he took a few sidesteps, dropped his knives and clutched his chest. "Didn't think it through really, gotta admit that..." He shook his head and straightened up. "I ain't done yet though." The Finn took a bit different stance while quickly picking up his knives. He sheathed one of the knives and moved the remaining one to his right hand. Jeezh, I made a damn rookie mistake... "So I'd like to continue the duel if you don't have anything against it."

[TheHangedMan]

Hansel smiled. It was the first time his expression changed. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to continue it."The man took a stance as well. He lifted his sword until it aligned with his body perfectly, and placed his right hand on the left side of the blade. "Come."

[Marcus XVI]

Janos bowed his head very slightly before dropping to a low crouch again and dashing forwards. The bracer from his right hand disappeared and the left one seemed a bit more sturdy. I should just hurl knives at him already, but... the hell is that stance, Hajime Saito's Gatotsu or something? ...I'm such a nerd... Janos lifted his left hand slightly, like he was preparing to actually parry an oncoming strike.

[TheHangedMan]

Hansel tapped his foot and jumped upwards, lifting his sword up as he did so. His eyes focused heavily on Janos right foot, making it very obvious where he was aiming to strike. "Hah!" he shouted as he lifted his sword.

[Marcus XVI]

Janos flicked his left wrist towards Hansel and at the same time took a quick backstep. The two knives that had thus far just floated in the air shot upwards and headed towards Hansel's back. He's going to aim somewhere else... He took another side step and flicked his wrist again, shooting four new knives towards Hansel.

[TheHangedMan]

Hansel grinned. The stance he held up until now was a heavy defensive stance. It held the blade at an equilibrium and made quickly defending from every angle possible. He swatted the two swords behind him and kicked away the incoming knives. His boots where thick, so throwing daggers via the normal method wouldn't work. As soon as he closed in on the ground he stabbed his blade down and used it as a pole vault, extending the range of his foot and bringing down the back of his boots towards Janos head as he sidestepped.

[FinDragon]

Janus' and Hansel's duel was rudely interrupted as Alistair Winchester junior, fourth ranker, rich kid and a bully, flew through the circle of people around them and right at their feet. His expensive suit was slightly torn and his very decorated trademark cutlass was nowhere to be seen, his right cheek was bruised and his nose was bleeding, and his right eye was unable to open up properly. He groans and spits out some blood. Leo's voice can be heard a bit father."So, want to say again what you say about my Ma and Pa and their family?" -Just a few moments earlier- Leo was on his way back to his dorm when he was stopped by a male about his age. He and few of his friends that were dressed in very stylish, he guessed, suits that probably had cost a good bit of money were eyeing at him along their noses. "Well well well." The male spoke to Leo."I never knew they allowed peasants such as you into the academy. No no, don't say a word, I can smell it on you. Hay, dirt and pigs. Ugh." He spoke down at Leo, figuratively though, Leo was taller than him. He opens his mouth to ask something but the male continues still."No, I said do not say a word peasant. I know all about you, MY Father has already filled me in with the newcomers of this year. He also did mention that such poor peasant such as yourself is going to step in the same classes as younger ones than you. What, can't read that well yet?" Leo finally manages to get a word out. "What is peasant?" He asks and the trio bursts into laughter."Oh wait, it's not a peasant, it's a retard! You do not even know who you are talking to, do you mud eater?" Leo shook his head."I, am Alistair Winchester junior of the Winchester family, WE have been attending to this academy's construction and funding. Thus, we hold a significant amounts of respect around these parts." Leo was already going to ask another question, but Alistair cut him off again."And thus, now you might wonder, why me, A member of noble family such as mine would approach a lowly peasant such as you. Now the thing is simple. You're a farmboy, you are accustomed of carrying things. I am going to challenge you into a fight." He states."And you have no other option but to agree, else you will fly straight back to your peasant father and wench of a mother on a first plane." He draws his cutlass slowly."Have at th-" He's cut off by Leo's firm leather boot that sinks into his crotch, his eyes widen and mouth falls open as Leo frowns."Fight, accept." He speaks, grabs Alistair from his shirt and punches him in the face hard enough to send him against the crowd and tearing off a bit of his shirt.

[Marcus XVI]

Janos managed to dodge the kick - not by sheer skill, but instead by just dumb luck. When the commotion happened he lowered his knife and glanced at his opponent while being happy about the brief breather and a chance to regain his thoughts. That fellow's face just gave me an idea... He sheathed his knife and made a full set of twelve knives appear above himself.

[jorthon]

Harry looked at the boy who came over and said "Thanks for the musical accompaniment." Turned to face the new fight to see what he could learn. Harry stayed seated where he was for now. While he watched the fight. Then out of no where a dude came flying through the air and interrupted the fight. Harry took the chance to stand up and move further away from the duel for safety.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

Johann also takes this opportunity to move safely away from this new duel, settling down on the grass. He would score this one as well, but improvising music that kept pace with what he was seeing was both physically and mentally exhausting. Still, he couldn't deny that it had been fine training. He decided he would hang around here a while longer, watching.

[VKAllen]

Endo Ikue She remained to wander, still confused with where she was currently at. What hope would it give if she were to expect a sign in between these corridors? Sure enough, an overhead direction came to pass at which Ikue's eyes glimmered and searched for the dormitory. To fate's amusement it wasn't written there. She threw a fit at the sign where she hit it with a slap of her palm, sending it to a swinging frenzy as she madly walked past.