Navigating through the crowd of confused attendants, he went out to see that the crashing came not only from their location, but on another one. Hopping to and fro, he casted an enchantment on himself that made him run faster to catch up to the party crashers. He manages to catch up to see that a man resembling a samurai in neon and modern clothes was responsible, backed up by several slime creatures that are unheard of. The pink flames he saw all around the vicinity could not be put out, and he deduced it to be the swordsman’s magic, most obviously because the pink flames was caused by the inflicting damage of the katana he wielded that burst the same pink flame. In that instant, he decided to make both a spectacle and an example of those who decided to sow chaos in this period of respite from all the troubles in the world, a.k.a, the party.
Fortunately for him, the dance floor was laid out for him as the crowd dispersed, leaving him and his dance partner a wide space for their ordeal.
“Bold of you to make a mess of this place.” He says to the man to catch his attention. It was easy enough to get him to notice him.
“And bold of you face against the mighty leader of PL4GUE. If you have come to stop me, then you are welcome to try. I am not one who shows mercy on my opponents.” The samurai responded condescendingly, to which Francois took it insultingly.
“How bold of you to assume I would grovel against a mere plebeian like you? Surely you know who I am.” Francois responded, though from his looks, he doesn’t look like your usual Rune Knight and, without his uniform, there’s no way to know his identity as a Rune Knight.
“Then who might I have the pleasure of meeting with, my dearest butterfly?”“Butterfly? Please. I’m both flattered and insulted. Come, Weiss!” Francois calls out his sword as a small arcane circle appears on the ground, his elegant ivory rapier rising out of it.
“I’m more of a… spider. And you, my little fly, ” He says as he grabs the hilt of his weapon and points it to the samurai,
“are trapped in my web.” He is taken aback as he recognizes his combat prowess, smirking beneath his ‘ridiculously oversized hat’. This will be a fine duel.
“My name is Francois Louvre Morgan. Remember that.”Just as the music changed into something more upbeat, a magic circle appeared beneath the duelists, with the civilians (or spectators) giving way for the two swordsmen to duel, as well as the slime creatures the samurai was with. A barrier was erected to trap them, casted by none other than Francois to ensure that no one interferes. The samurai drew his blade and the both of them circled around the arena, anticipating their opponent’s attack. As quickly as the first word of the song was sung, the both lunged towards each other, steel clashing steel. Each attack landed and in sync with the beat and rhythm of the song.
Francois decided to disengage from melee and backflipped away to cast a spell, conjuring several blades of magic, launching them against his opponent. Each blade was deflected by the samurai’s blade of pink hued fire in sync with the lyrics of the music. The spell he casted was not powerful enough as he intended not only to see how he fares against his own magic, but to give the audience a spectacle to make it seem they were equally strong. As the samurai dashed towards him, he conjured several blades of magic above them and rained down on the ground, and even then, the samurai deflected the blades as he lunged towards Francois, his sword clashing against his, and the two exchanged blows especially in sync with the song’s hook.
Feeling the need to gain the upper hand, the Samurai ordered his Plasma Elementi to attack him to keep him busy while he tries to land in an attack, a ruse Francois knows far too well as he read from the book named ‘Valor Tactics’. He humored his little shenanigan and dodged the Plasma Elementi’s attacks. The somber melody of this part of the song made his movements seem more fluid. He’s had enough fun with the slimy creatures and spun his blade around and decimating the Plasma Elementis with his magic infused rapier, just as the beat picked up in the soundtrack. The samurai anticipated this attack and dodged it and lunged forth against him once he finished his pirouette, their weapons clashing once more. This time, their attacks grow ever ferocious with none even breaking a sweat.
As the hook came, the duelists’ attacks have been slower and matched its beat. The both of them disengaged after a while, both deciding to end this duel once and for all.
“I commend your skill as a swordsman. It is a shame I have to end this duel as I things that needs burning.” The samurai entered a stance, and Francois felt magic surging on the blade. He knows this will be what it takes to end this fight.
And it is decided that the show must be put to an end.
“Hm... Likewise.” He says. While he does think highly of the samurai, it is a shame he did not meet his expectations. The spectators must have enjoyed what they saw, all while some magically capable civilians are putting out the fires caused by the samurai.
“However…” Before he continued his sentence, he cast a spell, with blade in hand and pressed against their chest with the blade perfectly vertical. A few arcane sigils appear in mid air.
“I am way out of your league.”In sync with the hook, both of them unleashed their skills and spells, the samurai unleashing a fiery wave of pink flames against him. Blue Semi-transparent thorny vines of pure magic were launched from the arcane sigils Francois conjured, threatening to constrict the samurai and robbing him of any form of movement. Francois simply parried the flame, shocking the samurai and has started struggling deflecting the vines from the sigil. While he deflected the spell completely (although one of the vines knocked his ridiculously oversized hat off), Francois took the opportunity and lunged forth towards the PL4GUE leader with a feint attack. The samurai swung his katana to deflect and trade blows once more, but in his hubris, the attack revealed itself to be an illusion. It disperses like wind, revealing Francois with one of his legs raised up. It was too late for him to react as Francois performed a heel drop kick so strong it knocked him unconscious.
The duel ended in Francois’ favor, or perhaps Francois is just way too powerful. He then dispelled the barrier as the fight was already finished.
“Even though I’m off duty, I can’t sit idly knowing that people like you are disrupting a day's respite that we needed from our stressful lives. You, sir, are under arrest.” He says as he tries to procure a pair of cuffs, only to realize he is in his rave attire. He resorted to conjuring a gentle vine to wrap itself around the defeated PL4GUE leader.
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