Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150806023625/@comment-13593058-20150807034951

"Jesus, is this guy serious?" Asher scoffed as he sat lazily leaning on the desk at the very top of the inclined arena with his teammate, Heart, beside him. On his desk infront of him was a can of lemonade he had purchased prior to entering the arena. "Team battle? No Semblances? That just about knocks out half of the fighting potential in this room."

He sternly stared at the boy with a puzzeled face while grabbing the can off the table and taking a generous sip. The students beside him were all bustling with excitement and tension which created an unpleasent white-noise around the room. "God it's noisy, what's so special about a fight like this? Without Semblances, it'll be just a couple of kids swinging huge-ass sticks around;" Asher then turned his gaze towards Heart to look for agreement, "and of course the one with the bigger stick... wins....... God damnit."

''"Of course." ''Asher thought to himself as he examined Heart's visage. Her eyes had, as expected, lit up like a major city on New Years Eve, he could tell that she could barely contain her excitement as a menacing grin formed around her flushed face and her fists tightened around her weapon in anticipation.

Naturally, Asher tried to snake his way out of the inevitable, "Hey, Heart? You know I don't feel very well I don't think-" but was cut off by a disapproving stare from his teammate.

"WE VOLUNTEER AS OPPONENTS!!" Heart shouted at the top of her lungs, weapon drawn and feet on top of the table. Beside her, Asher covered his head in shame as he mentally prepares himself for a beating. The room went quite as the Heart and Asher made their way down to the battleground along with Alicia and Carmine.

Goodwitch, a little startled by the intrusion, responded, "V-very well then, members of Team CADM: Miss Alicia Blue and Mister Carmine Ravenholm, will be sparring with members of Team HART: Miss Heart and Mister Asher Stahl."

All around the various cheers of students could be hear rooting for the four brawlers.

''"Alicia! Do your best!" ''a group of girls cried.

''"Blast them to dust, Carmine!" ''another pack of boys hollered.

''"Dice'em to pieces, Heart!" ''a pair of red-heads shouted.

"Hey Asher! You suck!"

"HEY! Who said that?! Stan?!" Asher retorted, "I know your mother, and I'm sure she'd like to hear about that time you tried to snort Dust!" The room then went silent. "Yeah... that's what I thought." He looked towards Heart as if to direct some of his hate towards her consciousness, however, Heart seemed unfazed by his feelings. Asher proceeded to draw out his lengthy blade and a loud scraping sound resounded from the scabbard.

Students began to murmur at the sight of the weapons unveiled. They had a similar style to each other; Heart's sword was smaller in comparison to Asher's and the colour scheme of the blades were slightly varied as well. Asher's lengthy and broad blade had two cutting edges and a crimson coloured fuller. The handle grew a protector for the wielder and a tiny little charm in the shape of a heart was attached to the pommel. Heart's needle like blade was single edged and had a fuller coloured in electric blue. Both looked like primitive in terms of design but also well made and high in quality and craftsmanship. Whoever crafted these weapons had an eye for detail, reliability and practicality.

Asher hung his sword on his shoulders as the weight of holding it became quite a chore while Heart planted the tip of blade onto the arena floor and held it up with the palm of her pushing down on the pommel. Heart produced a cocky and dangerous grin on her face and adjusted the hair hanging infront of her eyes, she intended to stare Carmine dead.

"Ah-hem," Goodwitch interjected, "the third request of an introduction, Mister Ravenholm, in what way would you like it down?"