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    Let the Tournament...Begin!

    Katsumi
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    Post by Katsumi 13th February 2019, 3:05 pm

    this:

    Katsumi held the Henkan I loosely in her hand. It felt strange, wrong almost. A long black trench coat covered her body. A white shirt sat loosely upon her torso. Baggy black pants sheathed her lower half. All together the effect kept her overly thin body hidden. Sand crunched beneath her boots. A crowd of people screamed from the stands around her. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea. Avin had suggested it. He'd wanted her to get back on her feet instead of moping around. They'd escaped that death game, LAO, little over six months ago. It was time to move on and move forward.

    The black hair sweeping down her back was blown into her face by a sudden wind. Great. Her fingers trembled with effort simply getting it out of the way. It was nearly impossible for her to put it up. Not because she was weak though the arena managers clearly thought she was. They'd given her a partner. Katsumi bit her lip as she advanced across the sand with the other contestants in this tournament. She didn't need a partner. She'd never needed a partner. Her weakness came from the terror. The fear that irrationally rose with anything that reminded her of LAO. Like her scar that her hair was covering. Or wielding a weapon.

    She looked down at the strange Henkan. It would supposedly grant her magic similar to the Sword Arts she'd been used to. She wasn't sure she was ready for that either. The desire to protect people was strong. Katsumi wanted to succeed in the real world where she had failed in LAO. However, the burning question came down to was her desire to protect others strong enough to overcome the scars LAO had left on her heart? Her fingers tightened on the Henkan. Today was the day to find out. She'd been training for months simply for this chance. Now was the time to test herself. Throwing her head back, Katsumi steeled herself for the upcoming fights. If her partner arrived, she'd tolerate him or her. Until then, she'd move through these fights on her own.

    Katsumi felt the arena shudder as the sands shifted. Fighters were moved into their pairings before steel grey walls rose to separate them all. Katsumi slowly pulled out the Henkan II. She wasn't sure of her skills in a real fight. It would be better to start off with everything she had. Her opponent clearly didn't feel the same. He was picking his nose, looking at her with contempt. How he thought he could look good in a pink gi was beyond Katsumi. She waited for the start signal. The announcer echoed around the arena. She ignored his words until he came to her fight. "For Fight Four, we have Hibiki versus the Black Swordswoman! This swordswoman is a newbie to the tournament this year! Lets see what she's got! Ready! Start!"

    Katsumi didn't waste time twisting the lacrima on the Henkans. One transformed into a near perfect copy of her sword from LAO. The other turned into a small pistol. Katsumi had to take a deep breath. The thought of raising her sword again filled her with fear. Hibiki of course had no such issues. He taunted her as he strut across the sand. "What's the matter, Black Swords girl? Not feeling up to snuff? Don't worry I know how intimidating I am." Kasumi's eyes slid open slowly. There was no end to this man's arrogance. She'd have to teach him the meaning of respect. A fight was supposed to be a test of strength between to fighters. Not a show of who was stronger, who held more power.

    "I think, Mr. Hibiki, that you underestimate me." The black haired woman said calmly. She turned so that her body was bladed toward Hibiki. Slowly Katsumi sunk into a ready position. "Shall I teach you what I can do?" Hibiki barked out a laugh. Before he could say anything, Katsumi darted forward. Her pistol echoed several times. Hibiki stumbled back in response. He clearly hadn't thought she'd attack first. 'I hope you got those voice commands working' Katsumi thought silently at Elizabeth. She'd created the Henkan and had always told Katsumi she'd code it with voice commands. "Henkan II, Sword configuration!" Katsumi shouted as she planted her feet and swung.

    Unfortunately, the command didn't work. The pistol whistled through the air. Hibiki looked a bit relieved. That is until the black sword cut into his shoulder. Katsumi couldn't believe this guy had made it into the tournament. He wasn't even a real challenge. She put two shots into his left foot. Not a move she would have normally done. Contempt shouldn't have a place in a fight. It was meant for before or afterwards. Hibiki screamed as if he'd had his foot cut off. He hit the ground, trying to flail at Katsumi. She sighed, knocking away each blow with a sweep of her sword. Hibiki wasted so much time, the girl was able to transform the Henkan II into its sword form. Something that wouldn't have been possible against a real fighter.

    "You're a disgrace, Mr. Hibiki." Katsumi said casually. Her swords were darting between his flailing to deal small amounts of damage. She could have cut his limbs off but Katsumi wasn't doing this to be cruel. She was here to test herself. To see if she could stand with mages that protected the world on a daily basis. "You should have more respect for yourself as a fighter. This... this disgraces you and your master." Hibiki tried to activate some sort of spell or skill. Katsumi sighed softly. Now he tried to fight for real? What a waste of effort. Lunging forward, the black swordswoman pinned Hibiki to the ground. The last of his HP slowly slid to zero in her imaginary display. "You're done" She whispered, yanking her swords back out. Hibiki collapsed into the sand and the crowd erupted.

    Katsumi didn't acknowledge the crowd as she spun away from her finished opponent. The swords spun in her hands as she made a movement to sheathe them on her back. Wait. Her body locked into that position. She was back. Back in that game of death. She'd just defeated a difficult oppponent, collected the XP and was about to return to town. Her breathing grew rapid. No. She'd just escaped. She couldn't be back. She'd couldn't! They said it was impossible. Katsumi's throat seized as a scream was locked inside. Her eyes were wide, not seeing the arena. She only saw the forest of Floor Fifteen. The slow deliberate movement of mobs in the trees, their red cursors taunting her. Her mind had trapped her back inside Lacrima Arts Online.

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    Mythal Ragnos
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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 16th February 2019, 11:30 am

    I've been out there and seen the things she's made


    Another tournament and this time he wasn’t paired with Serilda.

    Mythal had made the… mistake…? of getting convinced into joining a tournament in Talonia. He’d come here with the explicit intent of meeting with one of the shop owners he actually got along with and doing some pricing. Now that he was back in this world, away from Faera and her influence, he knew he had to take his preparations up a notch. He’d been lax in his defense against the Fallen Goddess before and that had nearly cost him, Serilda and their pet’s lives. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. So he had come to the town to ask about some equipment he had seen here once, when he was passing through during his vagabond days. He’d barely made it to the store when he had been beset by a rather robust man with a loud voice and a mission. He wanted competitors for this tournament in the Talonia arena; he specifically wanted newbies to excite the crowd. He didn’t really hint to whether he was expecting the God Slayer to win or not but he was insistent that the man join – he could tell what a true fighter looked like from a mere glance.

    Mythal wasn’t sure how but somehow he had been talked into signing the waiver form to join in. The prospect of jewel was always a nice one and frankly, he was curious to see what kind of fighters were here. Professional curiosity was his own personal reasoning for agreeing and so he was entered into the tournament, though apparently paired with someone else. They never told him her name, only merely saying that she was called the ‘Black Swordswoman’. Kind of a ridiculous name but hey, who was he to judge? He’d stride into the arena and had been led into the preparation areas for the fighters. He caught sight of plenty of strong looking people and they, in turn, met his gaze with scorn and pretention. Yet another fight where people would merely judge him by his looks. He was informed, rather quickly, that his sign up was so late that the rest of the fighters for the Road Fighter tournament had been led into the arena.

    Well that was just great. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he was instructed on the special pathway that led directly into the arena, outside of the gates that blocked the opponents from interfering in one another’s matches. As he walked along the path, he could see through the windows at the set up. Apparently they had crafted gray walls to separate each pairing, locking them behind barriers so they were forced to finish a fight and not interrupt others. He turned a corner and was led down a ramp that led to another metal door, sealed shut for the time being. As one of the guards saw him approaching, he undid the chains and pulled the door open. “Black swordswoman is in the fourth fight pit from the right. Though I doubt you’ll get there in time to save her; she looked weak enough that even Hibiki will wipe the floor with her. You’ll just have to wait outside until her fight is over. We ain’t gonna open up the doors until the matches is over,” the man explained, taking great pleasure in his partner’s current plight.

    Mythal just shot the man a dulled look before he passed through the gate, walking out onto the dirt grounds. Every space was closed off like they had told him, disallowing anyone from moving about beyond their own little ‘cages’. But they had left the top opens, thinking no one could jump as high as the fifteen, maybe sixteen feet tall metal plates. The God Slayer walked over to the gate where his partner supposedly was inside, glancing upwards before he sighed. Within a moment, he had crouched and launched himself upwards, easily jumping up to the top of the gate and landing on its front. He could only imagine what the guards and crowds looked like, as he heard an audible gasp from all around him.

    He glanced down before leaping into the pit, noticing the dark haired woman who was, in fact, dressed in all black. She’d just managed to knock her opponent down as the crowd went wild around him, the woman proving herself far more reliable than anyone had taken her for. He jumped down into the pit, landing a few feet from her, reaching down to brush off some dirt that had managed to get on his pants.

    He looked up at her. “You the Black Swordswoman, I’m guessin’?” he asked as he looked her over. He glanced over at the defeated Hibiki, lying on the ground in utter defeat. He snorted. “Well they sure didn’t give you an openin’ challenge. I’m yer partner, by the way. Name’s Mythal.”


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    Post by Katsumi 18th February 2019, 9:21 pm

    The newcomer's voice snapped Katsumi out of her terrible psychotic break. She straightened, deactivating the Henkan and returning them to their handle forms. The woman barely looked the man over before turning away. "They don't think I can do this...Mythal, was it? My body was wasting away for three years. They don't think six months is good enough recovery time." Katsumi clipped the Henkan into her belt. Perhaps she should be a little less curt with her 'partner'. There was no telling if he'd been forced into this arrangement or not. She shouldn't take her frustration out on him. Katsumi turned and bowed to Mythal. "Forgive my tone and my lapse in manners. My name is Katsumi Akahoshi, also known as the Black Swordswoman. Thank you for taking care of me."

    Katsumi straightened as a bell tolled through the air. The arenas began to shift again. "Forgive my forwardness, Mr. Mythal but I hope you don't think me incompetent. I may be underweight at the moment but that doesn't mean I can't fight." The arenas stopped shifting, leaving them facing two opponents. Well at least the organizer believed in a fair fight. That made Katsumi feel a little better. They weren't treating her like a complete invalid. The announcer was speaking as Katsumi sized up their opponents. They looked remarkably similar in build. Move musclebound yet lean somehow. One had flowing black hair while the other was bald. Katsumi looked at her partner. There was no telling what he could do. She only hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with picking up his slack. No. Wait. She'd promised Akina she'd stop that. There was more to the Black Swordswoman than simply the strongest player in LAO.

    "Aaaannndd in the fourth arena! We have two duos facing off here as one of our fighters isn't quite up to snuff! For this fight, we've got The Black Swordswoman and her Crow companion verses crowd favorites, Masters and Wyvern!" The crowd cheered loudly for Katsumi's opponents. She scowled at the mention of being 'not up to snuff'. Hadn't she just proven herself with Hibiki? Or was it considered a fluke since he was the weakest fighter? "Who will come out on top? Our newcomers, the pair of Doom? Or our returning favorites, the Twin Dragons? Ready yourselves for this fight, folks! It promises to be a dozy! Alright contestants! FIGHT!" Katsumi glanced at her partner as she unlimbered her Henkan. One for each hand. "Take the one on the left." She said before darting forward.

    This wasn't like LAO. She didn't have any assistance in her movements. Yet at the same time, it felt as if the game had traveled with her. As her opponent, Masters or Wyvern whichever it was, wound up, Katsumi felt she could almost see what was about to happen. A blast of wind and lighting barreled toward her seconds later. Katsumi ran straight at it. A slight adjustment sent the attack crackling over her head. It was near enough for the lightning to spark against her neck. Maybe a little less close next time. She used that moment to activate her Henkan.

    Her magic scared her. It was based off the Sword Arts inside LAO and coded into her equipment. The very thought of using it filled her with dread that the nightmare had never really ended. However, unlike Hibiki, this opponent wasn't fooling around. She had to come at him with everything she had or lose. Katsumi hated losing. Her opponent had gotten over his surprise. His leg came back preparing another move. Katsumi had to quit stalling. Holding her arm out to the side, the swords woman unleashed a move called Horizontal. A horizontal light blue arc of magic slammed into her opponent. Katsumi smiled at the line of red across his torso.

    Her opponent smiled back. The small nod of his head was exhilarating. Her opponent was acknowledging her! The swords woman let that little bit go to her head. A kick sent one of her swords flying out of her hand. She barely avoided the strike aiming for her other weapon. Damn. Katsumi skipped backwards. Already the work of this fight had her breathing hard. She was out of shape. That wouldn't keep her down. She was determined to show them all that this 'little girl' was ready to get out into the world. LAO would not hold her back any longer. "You are not the easy fight they said you would be, Black Swordswoman!" Her opponent said with a booming laugh. "Wyvern is happy to have an opponent such as you!"

    Katsumi smiled, glancing around quickly for her other Henkan. Ah there it was, glinting in the sand, still in its sword form. Too bad it was several meters away. She'd have to fight Wyvern with one sword then. Wyvern took advantage of her distraction to step up close. His fist hammered into her stomach. She coughed blood before Wyvern sent her rocketing skyward. The crowd burst into applause. Clearly they thought this match was over. Wyvern seemed to think so too turning to help Masters against Mythal. Katsumi could barely think through the haze of pain as she started to fall back toward the arena. Not like this. Not like this. She wouldn't go out like this! Katsumi angled her sword and body as she fell. Unleashing a fierce battle cry, Katsumi used the Sword Skill: Slant. Another light blue arc rocketed from her blade, this one a diagonal line. The magic slammed into Wyvern just before Katsumi hit the ground.

    Her legs buckled under the impact. This was more stress than they were used to. She was running, skipping and now introducing them to quite a bit of stress. Katsumi fell flat on her back, breathing hard. She stayed like that in the sand. There was no way her body would respond right now. It simply didn't have any juice. Katsumi would have to wait a minute or two before she could even sit up. "I leave them to you, Mr. Mythal" The swords woman called out. She was unaware that her last attack had taken Wyvern out of the running. It was a distant hope that Mythal was strong enough to deal with both opponents. Since the organizer didn't think much of her, Katsumi wouldn't be surprised if they'd given her a sub par partner. She'd simply have to believe that he was good enough for this. Otherwise her dream of showing everyone she could be a legal mage was over.

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 20th February 2019, 9:29 pm

    I've been out there and seen the things she's made


    Well, whoever this Black Swordswoman was, she was quite… blunt. Not necessarily in a rude way, at least not in Mythal’s terms, but she didn’t exactly mix pleasure with business in her tone. She seemed to think the organizers of the fight didn’t much care for her ability, evening going as far as to say that they didn’t think her ‘recovery’ time had been long enough. “Huh…” Mythal simply said in wonder, glancing up past the tall wall behind him. So they’d stuck him with a partner they deemed incapable of fighting? Well, that didn’t say much for the guy lying on the ground who had been fairly easily bested. Maybe they misjudged this gal just a bit.

    His attention turned back as the woman decided to adjust her abrupt words and apologize, going through the motions of properly introducing herself and commending his… ‘care’ for her. “Kid, I ain’t here to take care of anyone,” he said with a shrug as he walked over to her, his hands in his pockets. The arena had begun to shift around them, apparently moving so they could face their next opponents. He didn’t seem very interested in that as he stopped right before her and he took her in for a solid beat, raising an eyebrow. “’Sides, by the look o’ things, you ain’t exactly needin’ a babysitter,” the God Slayer said, kicking the foot of the man on the ground. Hibiki let out a small groan in protest but that was the extent of his complaint.

    The announcer was going through his routine, though he decided to take ownership of characterizing Mythal and naming their team. The God Slayer scoffed as he looked upwards. “Crow companion? Pair of Doom? Gimme a break,” he said with a sigh. How wonderful it must have been to have that job; screaming into a lacrimaphone and making up names and titles for people. But they did have two people facing them down now and Katsumi gave him the order to take the enemy of the left. He arched another brow at her charging form before he sighed and began to walk forward, clearly far more relaxed in the situation than she was.

    Masters walked forward to meet him, a cocksure smile on his face as he rolled his arms in their sockets, stretching himself out. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to stretch before a fight, man?” He asked as he bounced from foot to foot, putting on a good show.

    “My former masters were all ‘bout stretchin’. But I’m not too worried about it,” Mythal said idly as he scratched his scruff.

    Masters blinked in surprise at the odd statement but then simply shrugged. “Your funeral,” he stated before he fell into a fighting stance. His hands tucked themselves on his right side, his wrists snapping together with his fingers forming a flesh cage. “Hadō-hō!” He yelled as he thrust his hands forward, unleashing a thrumming shockwave of intense wind and lightning.

    The God Slayer’s brows rose as he quickly stepped to the side, just narrowly avoiding the charge attack. It soared past him and crashed into the wall, dispersing into a fluctuating plume of light and sound. He could hear the audience ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the sight, several hands meeting in loud appreciative claps. Mythal glanced back at the singed spot on the wall, cocking his head slightly before he looked back at Masters, who was grinning like a kid in a candy store. “So you’re not all talk then,” he said.

    “You’ll talk about this when you wake up! Tornado Blade Kick!” Masters said as he leapt into the air, his body transforming into a spinning top as one leg thrust out. He helicoptered himself the distance between them in a flash, his foot looking for purchase upon the God Slayer’s face. Instead it found his hand, the Darkness King catching the attack and stopping the wild ride before it even got a chance to start. Masters’ smile was gone, now more confused and shocked as he stayed positioned in the air. “Wait…”

    Before he could get another word out, Mythal pushed back against the foot in his hand, reversing the spin that Masters had just created a moment ago. The man’s wild cries silenced the crowd for a moment as they watched him spin through the air wildly, only coming to a stop when he crashed into the wall several yards away. He hit it hard with his back, a loud grunt escaping his mouth as he slid onto the ground. He pulled himself up onto his knees, reaching back and rubbing his back as best he could. His eyes were narrowed now in anger as he stared at the God Slayer, incensed rather than entertained. Mythal, on the other hand, took a single step forward and then held out his hand in front of him. He turned it up and waved the man onward, encouraging him to try again. “Third time’s the charm,” he said, the barest hints of a smile on his lips.

    Masters growled as he jumped to his feet, his rage feeding his adrenaline. He charged forward, his hand tucking against his side as he prepared his next attack. “Dragon…” He chanted, his hand shaking as his strength poured into it. As he came within Mythal’s proximity, he began to unlock the limb from its spot and bring it forward in a sprinting uppercut, aiming for the God Slayer’s jaw. But as he pistoned the arm up, he found no impact as Mythal dipped his head to the side, avoiding the attack. Yet his hand did reach out, grabbing Masters’ hand by the wrist and then twisted on his heel, dragging the man through the air with him. Down he brought him, slamming the kung fu fighter into the ground with such force, the earth dented underneath him and crafted a perfect outline of his figure. There Masters lay, his eyes rolled back into his head as he wheezed and twitched.

    That’s when he heard Katsumi called out, apparently leaving the defeat of the opponents to him. As he turned to look, he saw the Black Swordswoman crashing to the ground almost at the same time as the other enemy… Weevern his name was?... hit the floor too. He looked between the two opponents, now laid out flat and beaten from both their battles. “Uh… alright,” he said, releasing Masters’ wrist and brushing himself off.

    As the announcer made the victory call and prepared to start the arena rotation again, Mythal walked over to Katsumi and leaned over to look at her. “You took out the guy on yer own. Sure don’t look like yer as weak as they seem to think,” he said with a shrug, then offering his hand to her. Counting that she took it and hoisted herself up, he took a moment to look her over. “But you could use a pick me up,” he stated obviously as he reached into his new pool of magic. He waved it in front of him and before her, releasing two spells at the same time. Adorning the space just above her head was now a halo of pure darkness, that fed its energy directly into her body and gave her strength. Black, ashy wings unfolded from her back before turning over control to her, making her feel faster and capable of taking to the air should she choose.

    He’d timed it perfectly; the arena was already beginning to shift again. “Whose next?” Mythal muttered as he turned.


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    Post by Katsumi 21st February 2019, 3:45 pm

    Katsumi frowned at her partner's response, cocking her head. Did he not understand? It was a customary greeting where she was from, 'thank you for taking care of me'. Especially between a younger partner to an older one. It was a sign of respect. Nothing to do with their unfortunate situation now. However it was easy to see how he had reached that conclusion to begin with. Katsumi debated filling him in. She decided against it. Maybe some other time. "I'm glad you think so, Mr. Mythal. It's nice to have at least one person who believes in me." Katsumi said in response to his babysitter comment. It was nice to see that the tournament organizer hadn't stuck her with some misogynist asshole. She'd have put someone like that on their back.

    The swords woman looked up from the sand at her partner. "Thank you, Mr. Mythal. I don't think I'm as strong as I thought either." She took his hand, groaning as she was pulled up. She was hurting in places she hadn't hurt before. LAO didn't transfer aches whatsoever. Real life was way too painful. Katsumi bent over once she was on her feet. Her partner's spells flowed over the aches. Interesting. The pain wasn't gone but she felt stronger. Katsumi looked over at her wings, spreading one of them out. "Thank you, Mr. Mythal" She said again. These would help her out nicely in the coming fights. Katsumi was looking to test them out as much as she could.

    As the arena moved, Katsumi could feel her wounds healing over. The aches disappeared. Her mana reserves refilled quickly. Interesting. She didn't remember that being in the program. Still, in a way, it made sense. Who wanted to watch two severely beaten up people finish each other off? The swords woman made sure to retrieve her other sword. She didn't want to start the fight at a disadvantage. When the arena stopped moving, Katsumi blinked in surprise. "Mr. Mythal? I think we've been had." The rest of the fighters stood before them, all of which were cracking their knuckles. Looking from left to right, there didn't seem to be anyone that was as weak as Hibiki. Drat. This couldn't be good. "You wouldn't happen to have any enemies would you, Mr. Mythal?"

    "Looks like the organizer's have a bit of a surprise for us this evening, folks. Anyone who can manage to take out the Crow, gets the big prize! That includes you, Black Swordswoman!" The announcer's voice boomed through the arena. Katsumi scowled at the announcing box. They didn't know her very well. There was no way she would turn her back on a partner. Not unless the partner did something awful first. "You want to take the three super strong ones on the right, Mr. Mythal? I'll take the four kinda strong ones on the left." She flashed her partner a smile. A little positivity was needed in this situation. Of course a little reality was important as well. "I can't promise I can beat them but I can hold them off as long as you need me to while you deal with the others."

    "Right! Looks like it will be the Detective, the Prostitute, the Boxer, the Narcissist, The King, the Ruler and the Master versus the Black Swords woman and the Crow in our final fight. Everyone ready? Begin!" Katsumi planted her feet in the sand. This wouldn't be the most difficult fight she'd ever done but it'd be close. Especially given that everyone here was probably in better shape and wasn't fearful of their own magical abilities. She'd have to either suck it up or take the beating that would be coming for her.

    After a brief pause with the announcement of this final fight, the boxer charged across the sand. Katsumi lowered her center of gravity. This guy was big and musclebound. Even with Mythal's spells Katsumi wasn't sure she could take a hit from him straight on. The other fighters were spreading out behind the boxer. Great. Why had she taken on four opponents again? Especially when she was weaker than them. Katsumi was used to being much stronger than her opponents. Bigger numbers meant better. Usually anyways. She'd seen some cases in Lacrima Arts Online where that simply wasn't the case. The swords woman shook her head. Focus on the fight in front of her, not the past. Looking behind was never helpful unless an assassin was coming at your back. Or you didn't know your surroundings.

    The boxer was nearly on Katsumi when she moved. Whatever Mythal's spell was supposed to do, it increased her speed as well. The wind felt great against her face. She felt free. Her body could move as it used to in LAO. This was exactly what she'd needed. The boxer's punch flew wide as Katsumi stepped under the blow. Her swords flashed in rapid succession. The boxer's side went red from dozens of wounds. He put a hand to his side, still trying to strike Katsumi with the other. She used her new wings to sweep the strike aside. Her sword slapped the boxer across the face. There was an audible crack before the boxer's eyes rolled back. Katsumi looked at her sword. Her strength had been increased as well. That was something to watch. Applying too much strength could end badly in the wrong situation.

    Two of her opponents were coming at her now. One had a uniform on while the other... had on rather revealing clothing. The detective and the prostitute. Katsumi fired off Slant at the prostitute. She had to deal with one than the other. It was a safe bet the narcissist wouldn't help these two. Katsumi attacked the detective with a flurry of blows. To her surprise, the woman was able to match each blow with a flurry of her own. The detective's legs became a blur until Katsumi was kicked in the stomach. The swords woman stumbled away, an arm protectively over her middle. This would be harder than she thought. Her eyes widened as she remembered something. Her wings flared at the unexpected thought, taking her into the air. Katsumi cried out in surprise.

    A kick from the prostitute passed through the space Katsumi had just been occupying. The swords woman let out a soft sigh. "Right. Keep your head in the game Katsumi. Don't get so focused on an opponent you lose sight of the others. Mythal needs you to keep it together." Adjusting her wings, Katsumi landed back in the sand with a small 'umph'. Her opponents were circling her warily. She'd surprised them with her sudden flight. They didn't want any other surprises sneaking up on them. Katsumi stole a quick glance at Mythal. Was he doing alright? Did he need any help or was what she was doing completely unnecessary? She hadn't seen him deal with Masters. There was no telling where his strength gauged in relation to everyone they were fighting. She hoped the faith she was placing in him wasn't wasted. Her hope was in sort supply.

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    Let the Tournament...Begin!  Empty Re: Let the Tournament...Begin!

    Post by Mythal Ragnos 21st February 2019, 9:06 pm

    I've been out there and seen the things she's made


    Mythal had been the one that had been down and out several times. His entire life had revolved around no one believing in him, up until he had joined Fairy Tail not that long ago. Now independent of them, their lessons had stuck true in his heart and soul and with that, came an odd sense of empathy. As Katsumi was brought back to her feet, Mythal planted a hand on her shoulder, doing his best to be as encouraging as possible. That involved having to invoke some of the Midian monk’s ways of viewing lessons. “First step to defeat is to doubt yourself. So long as you think you can do somethin’, you’ll always have a goal to drive towards,” he said as he waved his magic over her, blessing her with beneficial power. She was not as strong as him, no – but she wasn’t weak at all. There was a practice about her that showed experience far greater than her body could give out. What had she said about her body wasting away? Perhaps in time and training, she would reach her level of mastery again.

    He’d like to see that. But before he could fathom that, he had to worry about getting through this tournament. As the arena shifted, he turned to face where he could feel the other opponents. The shadows of the arena cast just enough darkness for him to feel their steps and sense their weight distribution. Though it was odd, they all seemed gathered in the same area… He learned a moment later as the walls opened up and revealed the rest of the roster that this was not just happenstance. The rest of the competitors stood there at the ready, preparing themselves in menacing ways to attack them.

    The announcer’s shrill voice burst over the lacrimaspeakers once more, announcing a new stipulation to the battle. Anyone that managed to bring Mythal down would be crowned the champion and they even extended that to Katsumi. The Darkness King turned slightly to look at her, curious to see if she was even considering the option. By the look on her face, it seemed she was more offended such a tactic had been used. Two of them against the rest of the roster it was, as the Black Swordswoman offered to take the four on the left while he handled the far more intimidating opponents on the right. He smirked. “Take a few of them down while you’re at it,” he said to her with a nod before he began to walk towards his specified targets.

    “This skinny wimp is our opponent?” The fascist ruler cackled as he hovered in the air, his arms crossed over his chest. “Why is he worthy of crowning the winner when I, Vega, the true Ruler of the World, deserve that privilege?”

    “I don’t care about rulers or victors. That kid over there is fightin’ her heart out and I ain’t about to let her down by half-assin’ on you lot,” Mythal said as he stopped a few yards from the three men. He reached back and pulled Curse from its resting place, the sword unfolding out as he took it in hand. But then a moment later he tossed it over his back, as if he was throwing it away. But much to the surprise of the three, the weapon halted its fall in the air and then hovered behind him, floating in an upright position. The Darkness King pointed at the boisterous, self-proclaimed leader. “You first then.”

    The wicked man growled as purple fire ignited itself around his body, basking him in the violet hue. He jerked forward and spun, becoming a twirling ball of flame meant to crash into Mythal. The God Slayer watched him approach before he twisted his hand towards the ground quickly and then up, summoning forth a wall of pure darkness. Vega smashed into it, twirling violently against the smooth surface to no avail, like a screwdriver against steel. As the wall held him in place, Mythal’s left hand opened up, pulsing black and purple magic fluctuating in his palm as he held it close to his flesh. In an instant he dispersed the wall, sending the twirling Vega right at him. But the fascist was met by a cycle of darkness that erupted from the ground beneath him, sending him skyrocketing into the air.

    Mythal’s eyes flashed gold for a brief moment before the ground began to quake all in the arena. Blobs of darkness began to seep out of the ground, congealing and forming a veritable wall of shadow as they climbed higher and higher. Within moments, a dome of darkness had been forged over the arena floor, blanketing the entire area in near pitch-black darkness. Katsumi would be caught up in it as well but she would probably be surprised to find that her vision and body were unaffected by the endless emptiness.

    From behind Mythal’s back came another wall of darkness, much like his previous barrier, yet it rose much higher. As it towered over the Darkness King and his opponents, black growths appeared all along it’s flat side, similar to tubes but more like cannons. Purple light began to fuel into the ends of the cannons and as Mythal flicked his wrist, darkstarlight exploded out from the muzzles and down upon the ground below. Every competitor save for Katsumi and Mythal were suddenly swallowed up by the bright violet explosions, their cries of agony drowned out by the detonations. As the first volley ended and an eerie silence fell over the arena floor, the cannons reloaded and unleashed another volley of darkstarlight, glassing the dark area once more.

    With a sigh, Mythal flexed his hand and the wall of darkness and the dome crumbled around them. The light of day broke through the shadow and the audience, which had been murmuring in confusion, grew in volume. The entirety of their last opponents now lay on the ground, beaten and unconscious from the two-fold attack sequence they had just suffered. Mythal breathed in and flexed his hand once more, glancing at the limb. “More destructive than I thought…” He murmured to himself about the state of his new dark magic. His eyes rose to glance at Katsumi. “You alright over there?”


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    Let the Tournament...Begin!  Empty Re: Let the Tournament...Begin!

    Post by Katsumi 21st February 2019, 11:24 pm

    Katsumi nodded at Mythal's wise words. It wasn't that she was doubting herself. Rather that she was placing the bar a little bit higher than her body could handle. Pushing herself too hard wouldn't end well. Her doctor had told her pushing her body too far would result in another six months of physical therapy. And if she really hurt herself, then she might end up in a position where someone would always need to help her for the rest of her life. Katsumi didn't want to end up like that. It would take the joy out of life for her. Her mission would end before it even began. There was a fine line that she needed to find.

    Their opponents were about to rush Katsumi when everything went dark. The swords woman instantly hit the ground. She didn't know who was controlling this darkness. There was a faint chance it was a blindness effect but Katsumi was hoping it wasn't. It'd be rather unpleasant to be skewered into the sand. Not the way she wanted to go whatsoever. It sounded like cannons began to fire. The explosion of noise couldn't drown out the screams of agony. Katsumi felt her face go pale. Those screams. They sounded like sounds she'd heard plenty of times in LAO. Her breathing started coming faster. She fought against the pressing weight inside her chest. There was no air. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe!

    Just like that, the darkness was gone. Katsumi could hear Mythal calling out to her. Her anxiety wouldn't allow her to respond. At least not right away. With the sounds and oppressing darkness gone, the return to sanity was slow but inevitable. Katsumi sat up once she was able. "I'm alright, Mr. Mythal. I wasn't expecting you to have something like that in your arsenal." The swords woman pushed herself to her feet. Though she was trembling, she forced her feet to move until she was standing in front of Mythal. The trembling wasn't because of him but Katsumi wasn't sure how he'd take it. Slowly, her arm extended holding out her hand. "I look forward to working with you again, Mr. Mythal. Perhaps, next time, I'll have a little more to show you. I should have filled in a bit more by then, both as a female and a mage." The words were slightly suggestive but Katsumi let them lay. Let Mythal take them as he may. She simply meant she hoped to be more grown when they next worked together. Seeing how powerful a mage could be, Katsumi had something to strive for. A role model to look up to.


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