The Final Trial.

[Kage]

To bump this up, it begins in 7 hours!

[Kage]

And a quick change, it'll start a half an hour early! Pre-event rp can happen and I'll be throwing out invites at around 4 till then. So show up! And feel free to rp with others around you, just don't bog the chat too much! But as always, come to have fun!

[Kage]

Welp, that was odd. Was going good with a mini tournament then my internet cut off xD

Which can only mean one thing. Throw it this weekend! If that doesn't work though, expect there to be an IC forum post's for it, simply so everyone who wants to attend can, and a reference to how Daichi got his title.

But till then, and I'll keep this updated when I talk ta Avon again.

[Kage]

Change of plans. It's being held.. -now-

[Kage]

Kisgal enters the ring, her blade lifted in one hand. She looks across the ring to see her student, all grown up, ready to fight her for his title. She remains wordless, and nods to the spectators. Daichi enters himself, the menacing red blade remaining on his back as he keeps his eyes on his master. He pulls the blade off, holding it in his non-dominant hand, bowing his head out of respect. Kisgal shakes her head and begins to walk forward, ever so slowly. "Tradition can wait. We're here to see if you can fight like a blademaster, not to see how well you can kiss my ass. The weaker one strikes first, so hit me!"

Daichi frowns at the words, but knows better then to turn down a first strike. He dashes forward, fast as the wind could carry him as he brings his blade aloft, slashing with a quick strike to her chest. Kisgal quickly parries the strike, bringing it down to her left as she steps right and to the side to get out of range of the blade. She kicks out as his knee! Daichi quickly jumps back, his nimble figure showing his work in his own agility. His face remains calm, his blue eyes staring at his master from behind the wolf mask, quickly moving forward with a onehanded slice, spinning on his foot to add more speed at the price of exposing his shoulder.

The blademaster drops down low and rolls to the side, entirely avoiding the blow. She comes up on his side instead, slashing upwards, trying to open up his ribs. The boy grins slightly, leaning away to lessen the wound. He didn't expect her to be so fast, despite her title. He jumps back, his tabard sliced open to expose bare flesh, a shallow wound trailing up. He closes his eyes for a second, holding the wound as slowly another him forms. For a breif second they both charge, intertwining with each other in an effort to conffuse Kisgal before he slashes down once more, both hands gripping his blade. By then the fake would be known, and fade away.

Kisgal would comment, if she wasn't in a high-speed duel. She rolls backwards again, relying on her agility to keep herself alive. She tumbles, lands upright and on her feet, and charges forward, slashing down at the dominant hand. Daichi brings his blade up, catching it on the back side of his blade, holding himself there before pushing out, using some of his natural strength to push her away before launching a boot to her chest after it. Kisgal the Awesome takes the boot to the chest, using her legs to send herself backwards even farther and to maintain control in the shot. She swipes at his leg with his blade as she goes flying away from said kick. Daichi momentaraly looses his grip on his blade, his left hand slipping off before he spins, moving with the blade long enough to get his grip back, switching the hilt into his right. He dahses forward once again, bringing the blade seemingly across her chest before switching the angle, going strait down.

Kisgal the Excellent feels the blade come down on her chest, slicing right under her neck in a very shallow cut. She pulls back to avoid more damage, but charges back in with ferocity, slicing at his wrists. Daichi smiles at the first cut, shallow as it may be, it showed improvement. But the smile fades as he feels cold steel across his wrists. He jumps back, much like before, clentching and unclentching the hands one after another, keeping a steady grip on his blade, dashing back into the fray once more, bringing the blade strait up in a long arc. The woman goes for a simple manuever, parrying the blade to the side, still one-handed, and uses her other fist to punch at his jaw.

Daichi takes a fist to the face, his head turning with the punch. But he keeps turning, and turning, eventually becoming a flurry of blades, spinning in place at highspeed. Green and Sexy begins to parry each strike at high speeds, matching the strikes. After a few parries, she leaps high into the air to slice downwards at his shoulder from above, trying to avoid the whirlwind entirely. He continues his spin, halfway around when she jumped. He turns still, before noticing she was gone. He looks up quickly, seeing her in the air and bringing her blade down before he pulls his own blade up, catching the sharp steel on his own, somewhat buckling below the blow. But his feet set into the ground, allowing him to use his strength once again to push her back and off.

Kisgal lands on her feet and ducks low, rearing her blade back to free it from the strike. Before he can make a move, she rolls between his legs and pops up behind him. She grabs his hair and pulls, bringing the blade to his neck with incredible, unearthly speed. She pulls hard on his hair and growls at him, bringing the blade up to quickly flip the wolf mask off his head. The mask flys away, the wolf-face landing in the sand, staring up at the cealing with empty eyes. Daichi starts to growl himself, his head back, his neck exposed. His shining blue eyes dart over his shoulder to see his master, his hand tight on his blade as he continues to scan for a way out of this. He finds none however.

The woman lifts her blade away and places it on her back, in its sheath. "You are defeated, but it was not all for nothing. Wait here." S

he walks to her entrance, and disappears in the shadows. The pup brings a hand to his throat, rubbing it gently as he grips his sword tighter. But he relax's his grip, sheathing the blade once more in the chain loops on his back. he makes no move to retreive his wolf mask. His hands and side are still bleeding.

Kisgal returns, and kneels before her student. She calls out to the arena, a sashimono presented before him in her arms. "You are now a blademaster, Daichi Windwalker. Do your people proud."

He takes the Sashimono, a small smile forming on his face before he holds it aloft, the banner displaying the symbol of the horde. Kisgal rises and bows before her former student, and then exits. No more words are needed. Daichi pulls on the Sashimono, walking to retreive his mask. The runt places the white wolf once more on his face and exits a Bladeamster.

[Kage]

Thought about it, putting the post above in it's own thread. *nod nod*