Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24828824-20150116002304/@comment-26388029-20150116082114

Usual. That was the word ringing - no, not ringing, more like buzzing - in the mind of Angela Celeste as she entered the stage, one foot in front of the other. With a metallic hiss, her long, slim katana, Nebula Halo, slithered out, as if looking for prey. In front of her was her opponent, a sword user like her, named Merel Serac.

She wasn't really in the mood for a fight today. Her last mission with her team went harder than expected, but despite the odds, they had come out victorious. Angela was ready for a rest. Yet this had come up, and Professor Goodwitch had called her up once more for battle. In the corner of her eye, she spotted Grayson giving a reassuring smile. Odd. That wasn't like him. She grinned back in response, then turned her attention back to the field.

She slowed her breathing. The countdown started.

She brought up her sword.

3.

One foot slid back.

2.

She leaned forward.

1.

In that moment, she thought of nothing but the fight.

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