Sparring for Funzies...

[Otebon Albrecht]

(Sorry, for a second there, I was waiting for you. Didn't see your post previous had action in it...)


Otebon completed his spin and took a single step away from Leiton, opening space for a strike. His left hand moved to grasp the hilt and he swung with a powerful, two-handed blow. The blade arced in from over Otebon's shoulder and flashed down to Leiton's body like a lightning bolt from on high.

[Leiton]

Leiton completed his spin and took it an extra step, sidestepping the blow.
"Hm. You put some effort in that one," He gritted his teeth as he crouched and swept at Otebon's shins with his left blade, manuevering his right blade to a defensible position.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon knew his opponent too well to not expect such a well crafted counter. What he didn't expect was the machinations of fate.


As he adjusted the weight on his foot and prepared to move slightly, allowing the blade to pass harmlessly, a rock shifted under his foot. Leiton's blade made a small, but deep gash on Otebon's leg.


He didn't allow the pain purchase however. Keeping the follow through of his sword, he slightly changed it's direction and brought it forward in a slash. It began behind and to the right of Otebon, but now came straight towards Leiton in an upwards curve. It passed mere centimeters from Otebon's injured right leg.


Otebon once more was aiming for the shoulder reasoning that, if he could eliminate his enemies ability to move, he would win.

[Leiton]

(Now you're being too nice )
Leiton smirked as he saw his mark on Otebon's leg, but his smiled quickly faded as he saw the follow-through.
He quickly threw himself to Otebon's right, keeping as low to the ground as possible. Though he missed the bulk of the blow, he felt a sharp pain in his tail. He didn't turn to see what it was, however, and pulled his blades up in a defensive position.
 
(If I do something that just seems not right, feel free to tell me. Like I said, I don't know much about sword-play other than what i've seen on tv from movies and the Olympics or read in books...)

[Otebon Albrecht]

(All part of the RP. And it sounds like you'll do just fine RPing a sword fight.)


"Fate," Otebon said as he lifted his leg up to inspect the wound. "She is a cruel mistress, no?"


The light flared as the skin was knit back together quickly. This was Otebon's talent, that of medicine. The only reason he had learned how to fight all those years ago was to defend those that he cared for...


"You don't poison your blades do you? I hate it when people do that sort of thing." He looked at Leiton, a good distance away. "You want me to get that for you?"

[Leiton]

Mawz chuckled and stood out of his crouch. "No, I do not resort to poisoning any blade but my knife, and even then only in special cases."
 
Mawz looked back at his tail, which was bleeding. He bared his teeth and thought better of telling the old man no. "I suppose it can't hurt. Always liked that about you. You never fought anyone who wasn't at their best."
 
He approached his master warily, just in case he was up to something...
 
(Thanks )

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon raised his left hand, causing a small ray of light to strike out at Leiton. "Don't bother," he said as the light surrounded Leiton's tail, temporarily banishing the shadows accumulated there. Within a second, the wound had closed.


"It's good to hear you haven't become too much of a savage," Otebon joked as he raised his sword once more. "Your maneuverability is still top notch Leiton, but how's your footwork been?"

Otebon's sword, at the behest of the hand holding it, sways left to right in a mesmerizing pattern. The tip of the sword slipped one way, then the other quickly, like the head of a cobra about to strike. Otebon took a step forward, jabbing straight at Leiton's chest.


(And with that, I'm off to bed.)

[Leiton]

Leiton still had not gotten used to having shadows temporarily dispelled. It itched.
 
Leiton immediately took his dual-blade stance as Otebon lifted his sword. Though he moved his blade in a hypnotic fashion, Leiton had sparred with his Master too many times to look anywhere but at his eyes. The slightest movements were the only clue to his attacks...
 
And just as fast as he could think, Otebon jabbed. Leiton quickly reacted by taking a sliding step to the right, spinning his left blade in its customary circle to knock away the jab, and jabbing forth with his own right blade at Otebon's left shoulder.
 
(Same here.)

[Otebon Albrecht]

The jab was testing strike, just as easily retracted as it was extended. As soon as the blades met, Otebon withdrew his blade and moved it to intercept Leiton's reaching sword. Instead of batting it aside, he merely diverted its path, allowing their swords to slide along each other.


"And now," Otebon said gleefully. "We duel!"


A quick step in gave Otebon the momentum he needed to start a lightning offensive. Although he rained a series of strikes on Leiton, none of his strikes were powerful enough to break a guard, but they didn't need to be. Fast and light he moved, relying on the razor's edge of his sword to do its damage.

[Leiton]

Leiton kept eye contact throughout the entire ordeal. It became a deadly dance of blades as Leiton deflected or dodged Otebon's strikes. If there was one way to win this fight, it was to tire out his Master. For now, he would fight on the defensive, watching Otebon for any signs of fatigue...
After deflecting another slash to the shoulder, Leiton struck back with his left blade, feinting a blow at his side, before twisting at the last second, arcing it towards Otebon's left shoulder.

[Suzumibachii]

Walking into the open arena Akaira was just observing the fight for now...

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon kept in perfect balance. He truly enjoyed the aspect of the duel. Speed, not strength won the day. Intelligence, not brute force decided one's fate. The dance of their three blades made a cacophonous song made of the crashes of metal on metal and the sharp whine as the edge of one sword dragged against another.


You've gotten so much better at this Leiton, Otebon thought with a smile he was sure reached his face. Even with your two mismatched blades, you are balanced. Normally a fighter gets lopsided when they train with unmatched swords.

Otebon threw one more strike at Leiton's shoulder, for old time's sake if nothing else, and watched it fly harmlessly away. He sensed, more than saw, Leiton's left-hand blade move towards his side and redirect upwards.

Otebon spun to his left, away from the weapon.


(Hey Suzumi, do you wish to fight in the group, observe, or fight one-on-one? I can do two characters. Got a million of them.)

[Suzumibachii]

(Never been in a group fight but i can try)

[Otebon Albrecht]

(Up to you, just say what you want and we'll see what we can do.)


During his spin, Otebon caught sight of another person entering the field.


"Hello there," Otebon yelled as he spun his sword in front of him to dissuade and attack. "Good morning!"

[Suzumibachii]

Stretching out her body before reaching for a sword sheathed on her back. " Good morning"