Kiru

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

Okay if I miss one more time. Aimed at Lessa. ID: 241643 BD 2

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

"Perhaps this is so," I turned over my blade once again and prepared for Katoka's attack. It seemed she realized this was not a deadly fight after my second hit. I had been so close to death that I had accepted my fate many times; the prospect of dying itself was not that unnatural. However, dying in this fight was not even a consideration due to the rules. Would I have joined if this was to the death? That would be a flashy and stupid way to go out." She disappeared again, "You're like a little glow stick. Someone cracks you open and you light up, how fun" I teased, though not really knowing

I stared across at Katoka for a brief moment, then the crowd. There were a lot of people watching. It made me wonder if anyone I knew was there. I’d like to think that somewhere I had something supporting me, but no evidence gave me that impression. Especially since I had distanced myself long ago, it was probably that case there wasn’t anyone here for me. Strange enough, I wasn’t bothered by it. The overall exhilaration of combat was coursing throughout my body. I returned my gaze back to Katoka when she started towards me. This time wasn't as quick as before. She swung, and missed me, sailin

Katoka shared a similar sentiment and kept the greeting brief. She found her place directly across from me. Much like others I had fought in the past, this woman had something flashy going on with her weaponry and overall guise. Goddamn. I’m like…ancient I thought, watching the heat around Katoka’s body change color. In the same instance, she was gone. My muscles tensed quite a bit, but I remained alert. I was completely aware of the fact that I was out of my element here, given the fact I hadn’t so much as killed a boar in a long time. It was difficult, but I shifted my foot slightly to

Alkor’s stature made sense, given it had been a long time. I knew nothing about this person that stood in front of me now offering me an acknowledging nod. He then did the same greeting to Baldur then, which filled me with an immense sense of relief. There was something almost stoic about how they interacted. It did not raise alarms in my head, but was familiar. I recalled exchanging a similar look with Oikawa the last time I saw him; the overall tone of unfinished business lingered. All I could do was watch their interaction and test the waters of how truthful they were being. Baldur cu

KIRU | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:2 | EVA:3 “What the fuck am I even doing here?” I said quietly. I turned slightly and scanned the small area for an exit, but there didn’t seem to be one. I had heard about this tournament through the grapevine somehow, and by some lapse of judgement I signed up. The concept of a tournament like this would have intrigued me some time ago- I would have been thrilled! I imagine the entire Azure team would have had a monopoly on an event like this. But now? Now I felt slightly out of place. My own insecurities from being away from com

Spending -6 SP on Weapon Skills for Banshee Shiv to be Rank 3 + (6DMG?) Spending -10 SP of Rank 3 + enhancement for Light Armor - Rank 3 [Rank 3 Cloth Armor Mod] Athletics +18 MIT - 4 SP Effect: Gain +1 base Damage. -13 SP to Rank 3 Grandmaster EVA (Combat Mastery) -23 SP overall

Signing up :-)

After Baldur raised from his seat he put his weapons fully away. The small gesture made me feel only a little bit more at ease, but nonetheless eased. He did not seem much older than me, but he looked as though he had lived twice as many lives as I did. Something about him was worn. I took the lead from Baldur, but not too far ahead. Regardless of the outcome with Baldur and Alkor, my ego would not let me cower in the face of fear. “I did not know him that well, either,” I said. I weighed the words in my head and considered asking Baldur a question or two, but our destination was not that