NIGHT

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femme? no. night was reading too much into it. she might've studied the dress a little harder if she hadn't been strategizing too hard. something about kiru's demure appearance comforted her -- night chalked it up to her hair. this fight might feel like tag-teaming with her shadow. “Let’s separate them.” it was a good idea, but night considered the players on the alternate team. supports didn't play selfish; they needed a good distraction to ensure their focus stayed on their weaknesses, or force themselves to take advantage of their reliance on one another. she hummed, nodding

| NIGHT | Lv. 150 >> P. 117, Lv. 33 | Status: freaking out. Notes: sheet found [here]. they were going to have dinner in a church. that was already, in equal measures, extravagant and confusing enough. but what caught night off-guard was in needing to wine and dine her combatant ally. what? valentine's day had completely slipped her mind. the last time night entertained that idea for a date, it didn't go well. and still, she urged herself to look past these feelings, bubbling murky, suspicious

approved.

"high praise already?" there was a flash of confusion in night's eyes, betraying her straight-laced neutral expression. and she was almost ready to draw her hidden stash, too, but the sheathing of his own dagger had her stop her hand from reaching into her pockets. huh. a surrender? she rightened her back and sunk her blade into the stage. "you... sure?" was all that made it out of her before her opponent's outstretched hand declared it formal. then, she waved away cosmic devourer from view. though there was an urge to fit in a rebuttal -- the technique itself wasn't really the

he didn't take the hit. instead, night watched through the spice haze as kiyabu pulled out a potion of healing and downed it simply, his health shooting back up from the left. she calculated an estimate in her head. no doubt the amount mirrored what she had probably been regenerating back across the whole fight. once the effects of the stun wore off, she took a gait, slow, breaking through the miasma as she considered the next art to use. kiyabu had braced himself for the next bout in their skirmish. night's eyes were thrown to the wayside as she spoke. "neat trick. i think i knew what yo

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"No need to apologize, Little Lady. You've probably seen your fair share of monsters…" night scoffed in humor. "yeah, you could say that again." she'd nodded to the invitation to the drink. then, they fell back into the thick of it fast. the careful steps of the man as he approached with his dagger unseen felt but practice of a reminder: there wasn't a real threat present, at least where her life was concerned. but the tournament standing? to him, it was training -- her health already seemed to have net her the strong potential for victory. to her, what was the match worth? the

"Cough..! Are you still in there, Little Lady?" she narrowed her eyes at his words. jittered against her will at studying the shape of his face. it wasn't the monster she had expected to see. so she relented, reeling, pushing herself away from her victim as the shock dawned upon her and left. this wasn't the real world. that wasn't her maker. and her health bar -- her health bar was still next to full. night fought to catch her breath as she watched kiyabu pick up his weapon, hand clutched around the collar of her shirt, fingers rubbing at her neck. she eyed the dagger, the

she eyed the tip of the dagger. her mind was threatening to fold into a scramble. not again. not again. it is her subconscious that struggles for survival, out of the years of practice of close quarters to save herself. a strike to her wrist was superficial; the raise of her blade to parry the swing had turned out to be herself buying into a feint. the subsequent nick to her leg left a gash, thrumming with numbness. night balked at every hit, nearly swaying just enough to knock the dagger out of her opponent's hand. too late, with force too little. "And to that other commen

there was a second reason at play for why night was going in so aggressively to begin with -- but the dull edge of a knife was nothing she had fear to contend with. though a quicken in her pulse had signaled of danger incoming, her greatsword was not defense enough to block each of the blows kiyabu was focused on preparing. each point struck had her staggered, fighting curses through gritted teeth, and neither did the announcer's words need to emphasize the importance of exaggeration. the gravitas of each immobilizing strike in the combo she'd been trapped in had highlighted enough in what dir

cardinal's timers ticked down in her head. she walked circles around kiyabu, eyeing him cautiously, keeping an arm's length distance. not once did her gaze leave his figure as he dropped to the ground to pick up his weapon. it wasn't that she had decided to give the man a fighting chance, but she did imply the fight would be clean. it was her fault they started out dirty. night was too familiar with playing underhandedly. the next move she pulled, she figured, might read all the same. just as her opponent's sights began to lift from his scooped dagger, night rushed in with a second s

they shook hands. she gave him a taut smile. as they turned towards their positions, night watched the man carefully from the corner of her eye. she wasn't one for flair or showmanship, noting the appeal to the audience that kiyabu had pulled off. minako's words played in her head, as each step across the stage tugged her towards her starting anchor. that she left the crowd quiet, tense and wanting? it was a state that wouldn't do for the event. night thought hard about her opening move, just as she did her about-turn on the spot, facing her opponent in a neutral stance. "Today's cla