Kiru

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PH ID: 243502 LD, 3

After I pulled the dagger from Yue Hua's ribs, she seemed stunned for a moment- possibly shocked? I was shocked by my own ability to land a hit on the first go. The past couple of duels had not gone exactly in my favor due to one thing or another- mostly a mental blockage I put upon myself. Perhaps what was helping me this time was the scenery. She went to shove me back, and I accepted it in order to create distance between the two of us. I was fully comfortable being on the defensive end as long as it was face-to-face. My opponent then rushed at me, which I stepped back from. As she swung pas

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The architecture was magnificently breathtaking. I did not find myself in awe of much, especially recently but this? I was filled with a child-like sense of wonder upon arriving to the arena. This tournament had begun to feel more like a task rather than an opportunity recently, but the view up here almost made me forget about it. There were guardians around the entire place- which made a lot of sense. Although it no one built this, it was a video game, it seemed like no matter what it was at risk to be ruined by humans. Thus, the guards were to protect the carefully artificially curated struc

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ID: 242794, LD 1, CD 4 +1 Madness This arena was different. Overall the vibe was exclusive in the arena, given that I could barely see ahead of me. A couple of years ago, this place might have made me nervous- but now it excited me. This tournament was a test to myself and others in a way. This week's match did not have an audience, and my performance was not being watched. The seclusion of the arena made someone line me even more dangerous- stealth was something I used to pride myself in. A small exhale escaped my mouth as Minako began their announcement, "what's wrong with them?"

Although I considered myself to be a confident person, I felt slightly embarrassed to even be participating in this event. On top of that, making a fool of myself on the sand was not helping me either. Last week’s battle was tumultuous, however victory was secured very suddenly. It gave me slight confidence, but otherwise nothing was gained from that interaction. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath after I managed to scrape my opponent. I left myself vulnerable for his counter. Before I could think of parrying, his knee connected with my chest. I let out a small exhale out of sheer surpr

ID: 241969, LD 18 [Win!]

ID: 241667, LD 11 Kiru goes first ID: BD 2 [-1 EVA +2 ACC = 6, Hit] (6*10=60-42= 18DMG) CD 2 [trap triggered] Kiru | HP: 180/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:2 | EVA:3 Oscar | HP: 182/200 | EN: 40/40 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | EVA:1 The thought of sand made my eyebrow twitch out of frustration. I was aware of the location where this third battle would be held, and truly I was not impressed. This was my own gripe, however I could not fathom how I was going to navigate this sand in a battle. Even so, I was trying to get over the mental block of using the sand as a

It seemed as though my actions were all for naught- nothing was landing! I allowed an extremely frustrated sigh to leave me, but it came out more like a grumble. I was usually pretty level-headed these days, but this battle was doing something to my self-esteem I couldn't quite place. I looked over at my partner, who seemed to be holding her own. While I was missing every attack, she seemed to be landing some while taunting my target, Lessa. Though she was speaking towards Lessa, she kept placing attacks on the other woman I did not know. I swiped my bangs from my eyes with determination

In this moment I realized I had not truly fought someone who was labelled as a support. The concept went over my head oftentimes due to the amount in which they left themselves vulnerable. I understood that on certain teams it was standard for the support players to be protected at all times, however it is never guaranteed they are safe. I wondered how someone could put that much trust in their teammates. Could I trust someone like that? Hmmm I turned the blade over in my hand again. I let out a frustrated sigh and began another attack against Lessa. I truly was not trying to bully her, b

Almost suddenly, the match begun. Whatever interactions I was having with Night were halted- interrupted, by our green-haired opponent as she took the first strike against my partner. The tactic seemed rushed, but I was glad it was not directed towards me. I was quick, but not that quick. I shifted my gaze to my other opponent, Lessa. I smirked, recalling that I knew of Lessa but never truly interacted with her. Much like me, she had been around for awhile, "nice to finally meet your acquaintance" I shot forward towards Lessa. The dagger felt like a different weight in my hand, and unlike my p

“Huh? Why are we in a church?” I opened my invitation to double-check the address- and it was correct. The Grand Cathedral in Taft was where I was supposed to be. “Taft, huh…” The Eleventh floor held some weird memories for me, but I pushed them aside and walked in with confidence. Though I lost week one against Katoka, I wasn’t nervous for this one. It was a doubles fight, and now I got a feel for combat. Still, I had not met with my partner yet. I looked down at my dress. I chose to wear the St. Valentine’s dress that Ariel had made me some time ago because I felt it matched the occasi