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Nemo retracted his sword back to him by the manathread, it scraped across the ground for a few moments before picking up enough speed to go airborne. After retrieving the blade, he vanished it back to his inventory. Nemo glanced over to the rip in his jacket. One, huh? ...Still needs some work.

Before Nemo could begin to walk over to Nevar, or do anything to try to help his teammates, Thadeus had interrupted. Despite his irritation at being held up, Nemo still cracked a half-grin. "Insane? Take it from me you sound like you're already there. But disappointingly, your madness seems... shallow."

Nemo wiggled his gloved fingers at Thadeus. "I presume you saw me steal some of his mana earlier, and yet you did nothing but sit up there pretending to be Herr Kaiser. You seem like a prideful man to be." The tone of Nemo's voice seemed to uncontrollably shift to a guttural growl during his final final sentence.

As soon as Nemo parted Nevar of his forearm, he continued the next part of his plan. The spell he used earlier on his blade attached a thin thread of mana to it, spanning from the middle of the blade to Nemo's hand. He had been intently guiding the spinning blade's path ever since he threw it, causing the blade to swing back around once it reached the end of it's tether. To the common eye the thread would be incredibly hard to notice, but with manalysis active it would emit a feint glow.

Nemo made the final adjustments to the flight path of the sword once he spun back around to face Nevar. By this time it was mere seconds away from colliding with Nevar.

Had had guessed correctly by assuming that he would teleport back to the middle rune. Nemo had kept quiet about it the whole fight, but he had picked up on Nevar's placement of his runes early on. Nemo's enjoyment was no longer held back, openly laughing as he waved at Nevar with his gloves hand.

By the time Nevar had looked back up, Nemo had already rushed him. As soon as Nevar swung his rapier the seemingly unarmed Nemo blocked his attack with a new blade; a silver sword breaker.

Once Nevar's rapier fell into the teeth of the blade, Nemo twisted the dagger, catching the blade and holding it tight. Nemo couldn't help but let out a short snigger, his grin seeming much more crazed now. In one fluid motion Nemo pulled back to extend Nevar's arm out and drew his wavy kris dagger from his back, slashing at the middle of Nevar's forearm. While Nemo didn't break his blade, or take it from him, Nemo seemed intent on a much more simpler option.
Nevar's new reluctance to attack seemed to amuse Nemo, he now brandished a toothy grin towards his opponent. However Nemo's amusement was soon interrupted by Raiya's sudden cry of pain. He glanced over, momentarily observing the other fight. Despite wearing a blank face, Nemo's eyes gave the impression that the sight of Raiya bleeding upset him. But given that it was Nemo, weather or not he was distressed about her wounded state, or that she had just sullied her clothes was unclear.

As soon as Raiya began her spell Nemo looked back to Nevar, his expression turning back to a slight smile, as if he had just decided on something pleasing to him. While nobody else could know, the thought which brought him such joy was the new found resolve to eliminate his opponent in front of everybody else.

Nemo held out his sword and ran his palm across the flat side of the blade. While it seemed like a frivolous gesture, someone with a keen manalysis would of noticed Nemo let out a very small amount of mana from his hand during the action.

With a small giggle Nemo stepped forward, gaining a fair bit of speed with a few steps before suddenly twisting around in a three-sixty and hurling his sword at Nevar. The sword spun incredibly fast and approached at alarming speeds, akin to a flying guillotine.
Nevar's speed was impressive, Nemo quickly turned around but wasn't able to save himself from being cut. A small puff of down feathers expelled themselves out from the sleeve of Nemo's jacket, some stained with a slight tinge of red. A small gash now resided on the middle of his arm. Nemo seemed more upset about the damage done to the jacket than the damage done to himself. If anything the injury only seemed to excite him further.

Nemo used the guard of his sword to try to catch Nevar's blade as he initiated his follow up slashes. Simultaneously, Nemo removed his right hand from the handle of the sword and struck out at Nevar's chest with his gloved palm. Now that his limb was unburdened of the weight, his attack was surprisingly quick with enough force behind it to easily crack a average man's rib. Upon coming into contact with Nevar, someone keeping track with manalysis would have noticed something peculiar occur.
Nemo parried Nevar's attack once more, however this time he definitely had a shorter margin for error. "Your slashes lack inspiration, if that teleport is your only trick we're going to be at this for days!" Nemo commented.

He's gone for a frontal attack all three instances, he must be buying time for something.

As soon as Nemo lifted his own sword back to begin a counter attack, the space around them slightly distorted. Nemo's own warp spell kicked in and placed him to the back-right of Nevar. He finished his swing, starting from the bottom and cutting up diagonally.
"Very good! You know your stuff, huh?" Nemo commented before Nevar attacked again. This time he opted to attack instead of just block. Nemo hefted his sword from his shoulder and cleaved it towards the rapier's path. The two swords would cross before meeting any flesh, Nemo hoped to power straight through Nevar's opposition.
"That's disappointing to hear, to think I've fallen out of fame already after all that work-" Nemo warped in his own weapon at the last second, a two handed broadsword, to deflect Nevar's attack off with the side of the blade. Nemo dashed back afterwards and rested the sword on his shoulder.

His sword was made almost entirely out of engraved silver besides the blade, had a straight crossguard, and a ornate metal bead chain hanging off from the pommel long enough to wrap around the crossguard in a X fashion once. The whole weapon seemed quite heavy, but Nemo brandished it rather easily.

"Slow down there greased lightning... take it easy." Nemo commented with a chuckle. He glanced at his own weapon. "I love rapiers you know, they used to be one of my favorites. But if this is going to be a true spectacle, I might as well pick a complimentary weapon to match you. You are light, I am heavy, you are speed, I am strength. That will make it a real challenge for both of us, hmm?"

"...Have you ever heard of a sword breaker before?" Nemo asked.
Tattoos? Nemo thought as he glanced back to Raiya. Tattoos had always fascinated him, and the thought of them had somewhat distracted Nemo from his earlier musings, as did her more open ramblings about her jacket. Before he could reply, Nemo's thought process was interrupted by Thadeus' arrival.

Instead of turning around, Nemo bent himself backward so far he could see behind him, clearly using some minor gravity spell to stabilize his awkward position. He let his hair hang down as he eyed the newcomers silently. This is turning out to be a really exciting day.

Nemo straightened himself out and faced the enemy group. He still seemed rather calm despite the circumstances. Not giving much of a reaction to Thadeus' aura or anything he said, even the things concerning him.

"That sounds fine." Nemo stated after Raiya's suggestion. He said it with a rather soft and serene tone. With his hands still in his pockets, Nemo stepped closer to Nevar. "Do you know who I am?" He asked him, despite Thadeus spewing out one of his nicknames earlier.
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