Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20150806023625/@comment-13593058-20150817035034

"Really?" Asher questioned with a tone of bewilderment as his attack bounced off Carmine. "We're going to de-evolve to taunting now?" He quickly switched back to a defensive stance to block a straight jab from Carmine using his sword's broad face. "Okay, one," Asher corrected as he used both his hands to push the attack back, "Heart is most definetly not my signifcant other, that role..." he demonstrated a quick shudder of fear, "goes to a much scarier individual who thankfully is not in this room right now to personally correct you herself."

Asher then jumped half a meter in the air to make use of some angular momentum and smashed the weight of his blade into Carmine, blowing him back quite a distance. "Two," he continued as he charged towards Carmine, "I am not in the greatest of shapes so yes, that one's on  me." The two clashed with their respective swords in a test of strength.

''"Not my smartest idea considering that artifical limb." ''Asher told himself. Carmine, of course, had a grin on his face the whole time as his cybernetic arm slowly overpowered their fight, inches the two blades ever closer to Asher's visage. Surely victory was in his grasp and the taunting has obviously distracted Asher enough. "All right, gotta fight a little dirty then."

Suddenly, Asher lessened his push and dashed back just enough to catch Carmine by surprise causing him to begin stumbling forwards. Not wanting to miss this chance, Asher used his pommel to deliver the combined force of his punch and Carmine's forward momentum to deliver a devestating strike right onto Carmine's left cheek sending him sliding onto his back.

The screen of the arena showed Carmine's Aura bar drop instantaneously to three quarters its orginal value but it still stayed a healthy green.

"Jesus, what a tank." Asher said to himself while letting out a big collection of air from his lungs. "Oh and three! I don't NEED to beat you," he gestured towards Heart, "because she'll do it herself. I'm just here for the ride." and with that he resheathed his sword and unbuckled it from his back only to whip it straight at Alicia from a distance. "Good luck..." he said before turning to greet Carmine's cybernetically enhanced fist with a grin.

"Asher C. Stahl is out of the match." Goodwhitch announced.



Across from the fight between the leaders, the sound of steel ripping through fabric resounded all around as Heart's blade cut through Alicia's parasol with every strike it makes. With each strike, some sort of profane sentence was formed from Heart's mouth, "Don't pair me with that excuse of a warrior, bitch," snapped Heart before she took several lateral slices at Alicia, all of which ripped pieces of her weapon clean off of the skeleton and at this point, even Alicia's clothes have several lacerations on them. "I'll treat him however fucking want to, that's not of your concern!" Heart put in a lightning quick thrust right at Alicia's head with Alicia to the left of the blade only mere microseconds afterwards. She felt the cold steel of the sword run along her jugular but luckily it was only the blunt side. Heart's sword continued past her head and cut a prescious lock of blonde hair from Alicia's body.

"Gotcha." Heart whispered into Alicia's ear right as she felt a sudden sharp pain at the back of head caused by Asher's projectile landing at its target. With brutal efficiency, Heart quickly made use of the transfer of force from Asher's sheathed blade to Alicia's head and brought up her knee right towards Alicia's chin, sending her flying into the air and landing back on the ground with fleshy thud.

Heart then caught Breaker by its handle before it hit the ground and lodged it into her sash.

"Alicia Bluel is out of the match."

A deathly silence fell on the room.

"All right pretty boy," Heart laughed as she pulled out Asher's sword with a maniacle grin, "lets see that arm of yours, yeah?"