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Ryouko nodded his thanks to the guard and stood in the room, eyes closed, as he drew out the long blade from the sheath at his side. He took a few practice swings with the blade before he inwardly smiled, and tried to locate a type of training dummy. It was time to see what he could do with these blades.
Then he found one. Though it was made of metal, with a strict programming. He could tell that it would be hard to not slice apart the automaton, and so he sighed softly, before he cut his palm open. He made his blood coat the sharp edge of the blade, to where the edge was now blunted and not as able to cut. Thankfully, the blade wasn't harmed.
He then hit the start button, on the side of the dummy, and stepped back as it said robotically. "Five..Four...Three...Two..." Then, Ryouko flipped the blade into an underhanded grip. "One."
The automaton moved at a respectable speed, with a double edged claymore. Ryouko stepped to the side and brought the blade he held up, spinning it into a forwards grip to gain momentum as he knocked the blade back up. He then stepped in, before he slammed his fist into the metal. Though it hurt, he took it much like the robot. Painlessly. As the robot stumbled backwards, clanking, Ryouko slid his left foot forwards, holding his blade at neck height in his right hand as he let his left hand drop to his side.
Then he found one. Though it was made of metal, with a strict programming. He could tell that it would be hard to not slice apart the automaton, and so he sighed softly, before he cut his palm open. He made his blood coat the sharp edge of the blade, to where the edge was now blunted and not as able to cut. Thankfully, the blade wasn't harmed.
He then hit the start button, on the side of the dummy, and stepped back as it said robotically. "Five..Four...Three...Two..." Then, Ryouko flipped the blade into an underhanded grip. "One."
The automaton moved at a respectable speed, with a double edged claymore. Ryouko stepped to the side and brought the blade he held up, spinning it into a forwards grip to gain momentum as he knocked the blade back up. He then stepped in, before he slammed his fist into the metal. Though it hurt, he took it much like the robot. Painlessly. As the robot stumbled backwards, clanking, Ryouko slid his left foot forwards, holding his blade at neck height in his right hand as he let his left hand drop to his side.
Brb. Dinner!
Then...He began to search through the blades with a keen interest. He could tell by the look of the blade what would work best with him, and none of what he could see were it. Then he saw a set of similar made blades. All still in the case, mind you, so Ryouko had to carefully slide off the glass. The black sheath of the uppermost blade in the case was soft to the touch, and felt good in his hand.
Strike that, It felt great.
Ryouko drew out the sword slowly, admiring the plain design and yet, the sharp cutting edge. He set it down across his lap, placing one hand on the hilt while the free hand ran along the flat of the blade.
"Perfect." He whispered, as he stood up and gathered the two, smaller blades. He strapped the two largest to his waist, positioned at a curve, as he slid the smaller one into his jacket. He then walked over to one of the guards. "Can I go back to the Arena and practice with these?"
Strike that, It felt great.
Ryouko drew out the sword slowly, admiring the plain design and yet, the sharp cutting edge. He set it down across his lap, placing one hand on the hilt while the free hand ran along the flat of the blade.
"Perfect." He whispered, as he stood up and gathered the two, smaller blades. He strapped the two largest to his waist, positioned at a curve, as he slid the smaller one into his jacket. He then walked over to one of the guards. "Can I go back to the Arena and practice with these?"
@Xiphonic @KatherinWinter
Heck, I know it's near useless. I wasn't serious. If anything I'd be going with something like this. And sorry Katherin...I was actually going to go with these, if that's okay.
Heck, I know it's near useless. I wasn't serious. If anything I'd be going with something like this. And sorry Katherin...I was actually going to go with these, if that's okay.
@Carlsberg @Xiphonic
Neither. I was planning on him using a Long bladed Katana, with dark designs etched into the metal and both sides having a cutting edge. One handed. The designs are slightly cut inwards, so he can store blood with a slight sense of unnoticability.
Neither. I was planning on him using a Long bladed Katana, with dark designs etched into the metal and both sides having a cutting edge. One handed. The designs are slightly cut inwards, so he can store blood with a slight sense of unnoticability.
Then...Ryouko was pointed to a smaller section by one of the guards who was watching Veronica with the gun, cautiously. It was a little off to the side, and smaller than the others. All that it was was a cabinet, slightly dusty, and locked tight. Ryouko smiled. Locks...Fun when you put blood into them.
These men really didn't seem to use swords though. That was good.
As he bit down on the back of his hand, breaking skin and biting into blood, he put a drop into the lock and focused. The drop of blood slowly expanded and coated the inside of the lock, before twisting the mechanism to the position for it to be unlocked. The lock hit the floor and Ryouko took off the chain, before opening the drawer and chuckling softly. Despite having not been used in little while, which was apparent, he saw good swords. Even traditional blades, farther down, rested on a rack that was parallel to the ground. Now for the challenging part...One that worked in his hand and felt right.
These men really didn't seem to use swords though. That was good.
As he bit down on the back of his hand, breaking skin and biting into blood, he put a drop into the lock and focused. The drop of blood slowly expanded and coated the inside of the lock, before twisting the mechanism to the position for it to be unlocked. The lock hit the floor and Ryouko took off the chain, before opening the drawer and chuckling softly. Despite having not been used in little while, which was apparent, he saw good swords. Even traditional blades, farther down, rested on a rack that was parallel to the ground. Now for the challenging part...One that worked in his hand and felt right.
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