Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150930003410/@comment-13593058-20151015173636

The one thing Heart hated the more the lack of meat in her meals is unfair match-ups in the battle-field.

''"Battles are to be fought fairly, with pride and with honour intact." ''Heart reminded herself while brushing the dirt out of her eyes. "Then again, there are no rules in battle either."

However, Heart's intuition kicked as she duck from Sable's blow, rotated her blade's grip to reverse to accomadate for the close quarters and rebutted with Shiranami's pommel into his ribcage following with an elastic rotation of her body and palm strike to Sable's chest. To Sable, it felt like being hit by a car as he stumbled backwards and struggled to keep his feet on the ground.

Heart wiped her lips with th sleave of her coat and spat out the remaining dirt from her mouth as she approached the winded Sable. A rythmic walk slowly acceralerated to a full on run as Heart hurled her body at Sable, blade in hand. Sable readied his fists and they transformed back into SMGs. Shots were fired at Heart who began slicing, dicing and doging the bullets in her approach with minimal unnecessary movements. Her dress, stockings and jacket started teared at irregular places as the bullets grazed past her skin until an empty clicking sounded.

Sable had run out of rounds in his magazine.

A last minute transformation blocked Heart's inital strike as he had no time to reload and a light hop prevented a sweeping kick from tripping him. Sable dodged desperately in his boxing stance as the crashing waves of strikes coming from Heart only grew more powerful as they rolled and retreated. It was like the ocean itself was crushing his spirit. The spectacular display of speed, prediction and precision awed the audience with cheers for both students equal in strength.

"Shit!" Sable gritted his teeth, "Why is it that all the good-looking ones are bloodthirsty as hell?!"

Sable was having trouble keeping up to her speed and knuckle dusters have only so much protective surface area. One wrong move and her could lose a couple fingers and maybe even a hand.

"How about a twist?" Heart suddenly chirped, catching Sable off-guard. With Heart's last strike, she returned her sword back into her sheath for a split second with one hand on the handle and the other on the sheath. It did not last, however, as the sword came straight back out faster than ever with an upward slash that knocked Sable's fists into the air. Heart followed up her attack with the sheath in the other hand and twirled her whole body upwards, landing a critical blow from below Sable's head. His Aura, completely drained from sustaining too many blows with the final deceptive strike as a finisher.

"Sable Taylor is out of the match."

Heart let out a frustrated sigh.

"There, I did it your way, Asher."

 "So you're Asher's girl, huh?" Carmine commented with slight disbelief and curiosity. Now that he had a good angle to look at the girl, she didn't seem all that scary. She had a very reserved sort of attire, and her face did not have much emotion to discern.

 "Oooohh, Carmine, I like her hairpins," Alice yelled excitedly, "they're cute!"

But Carmine couldn't tell what made hairpins cute, he only continued his rant to stall so that he could get a better picture of what he was dealing with.

''"Maybe I should try mocking her." ''Carmine thought, so he began, "I just don't know what you see in a guy like Asher. Guy can barely even fight properly, he's not even a challenge!"

Instinctively, Carmine readied his weapon as he expected some sort of powerful but rushed attack made out of anger, but nothing came through. Rayne only stood at her position, her chest rising steadily, scythe in hand and face expressionless.

"Damn, why is she so hard to rea-"

Out of nowhere, Heart came from Carmine's back, blade ready to penetrate itself into his interior. "Gotcha, punk." Heart whispered into his ear but was suddently jerked upwards by Carmine who had latched onto her jacket collar with his cybernetic arm and brutishly judo-flipped Heart over himself right and straight onto the ground.

"Who's got wh-" Carmine's sentence was cut short by Heart's devilish grin. He looked up for her golden eyes to witness Rayne's wide slash from her scythe approaching him and Alicia. The two reacted instantly and pushed themselves further away to avoid the surprise attack.

"So it was a trick..." Carmine surmised while breathing a sigh of relief. Rayne's attack left a chill in both Alicia and Carmine's spine. With their retreat, Heart pick herself up off the ground and took her position by Rayne. The two clearly refused to look at eachother but knew how to communicate through their actions.

Rayne was the first to move, followed by Heart. Rayne's longer reach allowed her to spear head the fight while simultaneously forcing both of her opponents back. Each of her strikes were followed by several shots from her shot-guns and Heart's demon-like swipes. It was a impressive alternating attack that rendered the enemy confused as to who they should focus first and where both choices had their own disadvantages. It almost seemed like an endless monsoon of wind and rain added with a maelstrom of thunder and lightning. One would attack, disappear and another would come from a completely different angle.

This tactic seamed to have literally forced Carmine's hand. He had transformed his arm into a blade in other to block half of their attack and Alicia's parasol only blocked a few shots from Rayne before being torn by Heart's sword strikes.

"Amazing! They're so fast! And they aren't even talking to each other!" Alicia managed to praise them while dodging and blocking as best as she could.

''"I hope Pieter's having more fun than I am right now." ''Carmine hoped before taking two simultaneous tonfa butts to his gut.

In the other end of the arena, Asher and Pieter were having a stand-up conversation with thier weapons. Pieter was the more experienced fighter, his rifle-spear hybrid, Innocence had better power than Asher's greatsword, Breaker, but has a smaller effective surface area. Asher, while not fast, was able to minimize damage from Pieter's swings by position himself just before the start of the blade during the attack meaning he only really got hit by a big stick.

Asher was able to keep a close distance to keep his sword effective with his upward cuts and rotating slices. He was more comfortable with switching handle positions at the end of each swing to provide a better angle of attack after each block, parry or miss.

It was a silent duel save for the clinging of metal on metal and the fleshy thuds of metal on muscle.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">Pieter went for a low sweep with his weapon which tripped Asher as it connected but out of stubborness Asher windmilled his entire body as he fell bringing Pieter down with him. The two rolled away from each other and recovered on their feet a the same time and charged at eachother with their own heavy battlecries. Pieter thrusted his weapon at Asher who deflected the thrust upward with a baseball swing.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">"Ah shit." Asher cursed when he felt the breaker leave his hand. He was a little too enthusiatic with the parry but did not falter from the advantage he clearly had. With no other option than to finish his attack, he continued with a rough tackle with his shoulder into Pieters stomach and Pieter retorted with several a sharp elbow strikes into his back. Asher ran the entire length screaming with at the top of his lungs before colliding the both of them into a tree.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">"Pieter Schwartz is..."

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">The meter clearly ready 0% but Pieter was still standing.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">"What?" Asher was astonished, he felt heavier than usual so moving was out of the question. His shoulder burned after connected with an almost six foot giant when he was only mere five-seven and may have even dislocated it. He stumbled backwards to observe Pieter.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">"No... he's out..." Asher confirmed, still panting heavily and a gorwing shadow looming over him. He final breath  as he closed his eyes and felt the weight of Pieter's unconscious body deliver him to the floor.

<p style="margin-bottom:1em;">"Pieter Schwartz and Asher Stahl are out of the match!"