The boy, Zeth, seemed more agitated by Pterro's interference than anything. But he wasted no time in opening his menu and equipping his weapon. It was a black shortsword, a Tachi to be precise. Classed as a Kodachi due to it being barely 60cm in length. It was the perfect sword for his height, though he held it in an over hand grip, much-like an over-sized dagger. Mez noted the boy's relaxed posture, he'd seen combat before without a doubt.
As Pterro laid out the ground rules, Mez glanced past Zeth to see Sasha staring at him with a slightly troubled look. She wanted him to go easy on the lad. Mez merely smirked. Then, in a swift movement, he swung his sword off of his shoulder and drove it into the stone floor in front of him and took four paces backward. The kid's scowl lifted at that and changed to slight confusion. Without a word, he opened his menu and issued a duel request against Zeth who accepted straight away.
After doing so, the air filled with words detailing the duel and health bars for each of them. A ten second countdown began as well. Mez slowed his breathing and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"You ready, Kid?" He asked. But Zeth ignored him which only made Mez chuckle. Then his expression suddenly turned serious. If this boy wanted to fight, he'd sure as hell give him one. And maybe a lesson in manners while he was at it.
The timer ticked down, each second seemingly a lifetime; 6...5...4...
"Still time to back out?" A final warning. 3...2...
1. As the klaxon sounded, Mez burst into action, blinking once between his starting point and the three strides it took him to reach his blade. A quick glace at Zeth's starting position revealed nothing but empty space. The kid was gone. Reacting immediately, he dove the remainder of the distance towards his blade, grasping the hilt with only one hand as he rolled over it. He hit the floor in a crouched stance and the momentum of his dive had ripped his greatsword from the ground. Looking up at where he had leapt from, he saw the blurred form of his attacker, descending upon him in mid-air.
'So he's fast, huh?' Mez thought before pushing off with his back foot to meet the attack with the flat of his blade.
Zeth's sword struck his own with a loud
CLANG!, but Mez pushed through, taking the advantage of the fact that he hadn't yet touched the ground. Admittedly, he probably put too much into the shove that sent Zeth clattering across the stone cobbles beneath him, a quiet whimper could be heard as his smaller form crashed to the floor. Not letting up, however, Mez pressed the attack. He swung his enormous blade high above him before bringing it crashing down towards the Kid. Premature gasps could be heard from the crowd, most notably from Sasha, but they wouldn't stop him.
A sharp metallic din rung out around the hall as Mez's attack met only the cold, hard floor where Zeth had been but, now, no longer was. He looked up, seeing the youth stood a few meters in front of his sword, a wry smile on his face. He figured that he had Mez dead to rights. It would take him far too long to bring his greatsword back in to defend this next attack. The kid's next movements were like slow motion. An eruption of energy, directed straight at him. Priming his attack to hit Mez's exposed form. Some cheers could be heard from the crowd as they realised Mez's predicament. But in spite of this, the seasoned warrior stayed calm. In fact a smile had begun to grow upon his face. It grew wider with each step the kid took. He was waiting. Waiting for the commitment. The moment where Zeth would inject all of his weight into a single step so that he could spring off of it and launch his inevitable, unblockable attack.
Mez heard it then. To him it was a deafening change of pitch, a deeper slap of his foot connecting with the floor that told him it was time. In that moment, he sprung forward, his blade instantly feeling lighter than before. He felt his speed increase dramatically as he pushed off of his back foot. The build up was intense, like the crescendo of world-class symphony.
Then it was all over. All sound had left his mind as the hall remained deadly silent. It was broken only by the sound of the boy falling to his knees, a singular cut traced across his left rib cage. Mez stood a few meters behind the boy, in his hand he held a different weapon. Not his greatsword, but
Retribution. He had been forced to use his Unique Ability;
Ghoul's Grin.
When the klaxon sounded again to denote the end of the fight. Mez sheathed his sword and headed for the doors of the hall once more, he needed some air. Looking back over his shoulder at Zeth, who had yet to move, he spoke,
"Tomorrow. 8am. On the training field." Then he left.
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