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  1. Koga had dutifully informed her he was taken. The lights were dimmed, romantic music was playing. Yue Hua told him she wasn't going to dump the candles and roses, this was the prettiest dinner she had been to in a while, and would likely be in -- ever, unless she changed her type. She was certain neither Dexter nor Corvo had a single romantic bone in their body, as nice as their other bones were for other purposes, and she was un-certain that she had a shot with Telrenya. So, dinner was set up for some play at a romance, but their talk revolved around strategy. It was nothing worth putting in
  2. "Nnn--" No? Some people could be so bold. She had thought she was the type until she realized she was overestimating what was really just a certain level of ease around others. Yue Hua slid a foot back at their sudden proximity then gave a tiny jolt when she bumped against the edge of the table displaying Giovanna's far-too-expensive wares. At that point, her summoning of the party screen was purposeful. "With some warning," Yue Hua amended. Corvo haughtily got rid of her cover. As with almost every other man of average or above height in this game, she had to tilt her hea
  3. [I'm... spectating myself?] Telrenya v. Pollux - 12:30 PM "Oooh! A returning frontliner!" marveled a white hooded figure, about 5'1" tall, balanced precariously on the first rung of the guard rail lining the outermost audience row. She was marked by a yellow cursor. Artificial; like a solid half of the crowd. Her excitement was vivid even from beneath the shadow of her hood. "Times like these, it's more fun to cheer for the challenger! Pollux!! Plant her into the ground!" A pair had exchanged handshakes earlier. These two kept to th
  4. And just like that-- "Time!" Yue Hua instinctively extinguished the light of her sword the moment she sensed the entry of a third party into the ring. Kindling stepped into view, and Yue Hua's movements ground to a stiff halt, the match's adrenaline seeming to drain out of her all at once. They'd ran up to time, which meant... what, again? She could barely recall, her mind as bleary as her vision. With some difficulty, she straightened as Kindling's scrutiny passed over her, her eyes flickering to Telrenya in the pause. The spear was raised. It drew a downwards curve in the air
  5. For every misstep she might have made, every unexpected hurdle Yue Hua had thrown her way, Telrenya recovered just as quickly. Yue Hua had given her a moment to get back on her feet -- she wasn't about to start beating down an opponent that was already on the ground during a fair duel; part of the fault was on her for not scoring the hit while Telrenya was standing -- and the moment she had, Yue Hua lunged, and what would have been a brutal stunning blow cleaved through empty air. Perhaps she was also running out of steam. Her energy bar had a solid chunk remaining, merely trickling downw
  6. Yua Hua, partway through an attack of her own, almost startled. She had tracked the movement of Telrenya’s blade, realized what she was trying to do at the last moment, and narrowly leapt over her opponent’s sweeping leg. She landed unsteady on one foot and pivoted as she placed down the other, sending a stunning sword art flying in Telrenya’s direction. Telrenya rolled out of the way and Yue Hua yanked her sword out of the ground, flicking it up to block a counterattack. The miniature shockwave blew back Yue Hua’s bangs as their blades briefly locked once again. The crowd was going wild
  7. Missed. Telrenya was gone, faster than the wind. Yue Hua missed the advantage the pheromones had given her but she couldn't deny she was beginning to enjoy their exchanges more without it. For the first time since she had walked into the makeshift arena, the corners of her lips pulled up into a faint smile. She followed the arc her partner's leap drew in the air, briefly meeting the other's eyes while she was upside down, and she caught the reflection of sunlight against something made out of glass. The potion doused her hair and the white coat she wore loose around her bare shoulder
  8. No sooner had Telrenya finished healing than Yue Hua was on her again, her sword at the ready. So that answered part of her question. Telrenya had a second wind. Those healing items came cheap though; would there be a third? Yue Hua was not sure she could still pull through if there was. Her offense grew more aggressive, pressuring her opponent as much as she could for as long as her sword held the light of the weaker single-target art. She internally pulled apart her now-obsolete strategy and built another, and Telrenya's thin blade, racing to block one of Yue Hua's attacks, rattled unde
  9. Oh, she was-- Yue Hua felt some of her embarrassment melt away at Telrenya's smile. Her heart was steady. Her eyes were on her opponent. Calm down. There was, what, one chance left before the effects of her potion faded? And Telrenya hadn't brought out any of her token purchases yet. With the compounded pressure of both, and her earlier mistake, Yue Hua didn't trust herself to rush back in. Instead, she let Telrenya come to her. Their swords clashed; Yue Hua parried with her blade, evaded where her sword hand was not in the position to react, making sure to turn herself around s
  10. Her energy burned away as the Stun set in. Her own attack had also chopped off a quarter of her opponent’s HP and she didn’t appear to be regenerating. Three shots left. She tried to tamp down the sudden upsurge of nerves at having the upper hand. She could do this. Yue Hua maintained her momentum, gracefully transitioning into a stance that called for a system-assisted sword art, and the automatic motion carried her forward close enough to catch a whiff of the perfume on Telrenya’s clothes. Telrenya felt a gust of air -- then nothing. Yue Hua ended up meters behind her tar
  11. The major downside was-- Her accuracy...! Yue Hua thought she could evade another attack, but Telrenya's rapier stabbed through a weak point in her guard, and were she a lesser duelist, she would almost have panicked, seeing a fourth of her HP disappear as her opponent effectively claimed first blow. But it was fine. Getting hit was part of the game. Only, now that she knew what her opponent had opened with (her eyes briefly flicked to the single icon on her own status bar), she had to interrupt this chain before she really regretted it. She met Telrenya's next move blow for blo
  12. Yue Hua almost cracked a smile herself. It wasn't often her opponents mirrored her friendly greetings during the pre-battle talk phase. Most preferred a different flavor of banter or to focus on the match entirely. Unfortunately, the crime of being curt was on her now, as she merely nodded in the seconds before the countdown began. Telrenya was swift. A little out of practice (Kindling said she was returning, right...?). She had misstepped, and Yue Hua twisted her body out of the way of Telrenya's blade. But even if her opponent was flustered now, she didn't think it was going to las
  13. She was staring intensely at her paper, brow furrowed, jotting down her best guesses. It didn't matter in the moment that it was less than perfect; she underlined the parts she was unsure of, leaving them to edit over later when she might have a better idea of the overall structure of the message. It was a decent technique, if only she didn't have almost the entire passage littered with question marks by the end of it. Morningstar's discussion of his food preferences was met with a soft, distracted exhalation of breath. Then the lull of the attention Yue Hua had turned onto him ended
  14. Goodness gracious, what were all of these frontliners doing in her yard? In the shadow of a makeshift awning, Yue Hua double-checked her equipment and drew in a deep breath, imagining that she was pulling on her usual air of unaffected ease like a favorite cloak. She was -- not nervous. She was returning to a familiar scene, only in a reality where she or fourteen current/former frontliners including her admirable Leader tripped into the wrong bracket, and after a week of frantic practice and preparation (and a day of proper rest, of course!) she was as ready as can be. Yue Hua belonged h
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