[Clash of Blade Season 1] Week 1: Oscar v. Lessa

[Minako 0]

The sky was clear, and a bright blue as the sun hung high in the air. Little to no clouds hung in the sky, perfect weather for today's festivities. A small clearing lay empty, it's grass field mowed perfectly and laid smooth. Seats sat around the stage in a large 'U' and higher elevations as the seats went further back, allowing any to have a clear view of the stage. A smattering of people, a mixture of NPC's and PC's alike sat around in clumps. Not enough, but she was sure the show that she and Enkindling drafted was going to be the biggest thing Aincrad had seen. And she, was going to sell that shit.

"GOOD MORNING AINCRAD!"

The smaller woman cried out to the crowd. Despite her small stature, her voice carried. Naturally talented, and aided by the amphitheater.  "Are we ready for one of the great show's you'll ever see in your life!?" She cried out, attempting to hype up the crowd and possibly even bring in more people who had just been standing near. "This week is going to be filled to the brim with non-stop action, blood, violence, and drama! With this, the first week of the Clash of Blades tournament!" She announced met with a smattering of applause.

"The former leader of the Guardians of Aincrad! The beautiful, the caring, the terrifyingly strong! It's none other than LESSA!" She said, waving an arm over to stage right giving Lessa the signal to come on and stand on her mark.

"And on this side, a man who single handedly started Aincrad's largest Orphanage! A man who will win your heart through your stomach! It's none other than OSCAR!" Minako cried out waving at stage left for Oscar to come down to his mark.

When both players were on the field, Minako motioned for them to get closer to her so she wouldn't have to bore the crowd with rules, and so the players may hear her over the cheers. "Alright guys, it's showtime. I'm feeling really nervous, but I'm gonna go ahead and shoot my shot. If either of you are free after this, would you maybe like to, I dunno get something-" She asked the two, her voice trailing off and disappearing. She let out a small cough as she cleared her throat, realizing that she may have had gone a bit too far on her instructions. "I'll just, go over the rules again just to make sure we're on the same page." Minako said, before she started going over the rules with each of them. "And now, if we understand we can get started. Back to your marks. And let's have a good time." She said before turning back to the crowd. "Today's clash of blades will be between Oscar and Lessa!" Minako screamed out! "Now then! Fighters!"

"CLASH!"

 

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Out of Character

Thank you both so much for being here! Below is another explanation of the rules, how we would like things formatted, and other important details!

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• Week 1 has no thematic or special rulings. Combatants will have to win this one on completely flat footing.
• Remember that all stats and tiers are locked to Level 10, Tier 1. If you need assistance, us THIS SHEET- It has the level 10, paragon 0, and tier level 1 lock already in place. All you need to do is plug in the appropriate skills at Rank 3 or lower, as well as your equipment. Remember to check the Informational for what Skills, Mods, and Addons are, and are not, allowed.
• It is on each Combatant to log their own stats, and changes in those stats in each combat post. Do so with a spoiler to declare your starting stats, purchased consumables from the weekly shop, and then your natural regens, effects, or DoTs at the end of every post. Bonus brownie points if you also link your use of the sheet linked above to make it really easy for us to double check and keep track of everything.
• Both Combatants are given a post to introduce themselves, and go over anything they want. In that post, they will each roll, the Combatant with the higher Natural LD will go first.
  • If the second to post rolls the higher LD, they may use that same roll result to begin their turn and start the fight.'

Ask @Kindling or @Minako if you have any questions. Ordinarily, the fight will end 11:59 PM Saturday, Feb 15th, 2025. However, we are fairly flexible, and if Combatants request an extension on that time, they'll get it. If we do not hear from you, and one Combatant does not post by then, it will be considered a default, and a win for the other Combatant.

Remember! Most of all; have fun!
 

 

[Oscar 0]

This was a major departure from the mundanity Oscar had become used to. A PvP tournament? An assortment of fights where no one needed to worry about death? Oscar was almost compelled to sign up. Oscar stepped into the ring as he was summoned by the caster, pleasantly surprised with the crowd that had formed to see a bunch of goons beat the shit out of one another.

Of course, things were a little deeper for him. His first opponent, in some strange twist of irony, was Lessa. They couldn't have found a better first match for him. Unless someone - somehow - found Bahr. The two had a small amount of unresolved tension. They'd put it aside for the sake of the Floor Raids, but this struck Oscar as more of a grudge match than a friendly bout.

After all, Lessa had blood on her hands specifically because of him.

But even given the serious nature, Oscar couldn't resist the urge to play up the crowd. All of his experience put his life on the line. He never enjoyed it, despite the fact he was good at it. This, however. This he would enjoy.

"Alright guys, it's showtime. I'm feeling really nervous, but I'm gonna go ahead and shoot my shot. If either of you are free after this, would you maybe like to, I dunno get something-"

Oscar grinned as the woman dropped her line. He realized that it was definitely a compliment and totally a joke for the sake of the crowd.

But Oscar wouldn't be outdone.

He reached into his coat and then flung his arm out towards Minako. A hot dog with all the fixin's shot through the air like a dart, aiming to stick itself right smack dab into the caster's mouth. He spun on his heels, walking backwards towards Lessa for a brief moment. "Practice for later! Call me!" He gave the woman a wink as he pantomimed a phone by raising a thumb and forefinger to his ear. Then he spun back around, stepping up to his opponent and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Been a while, Lessa. You ready for this?"

Spoiler

 

Oscar | HP: 200/200 | EN: 40/40 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8                               

Initiative: ID: 240665 | LD: 18

 

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"Name: Oscar

True Tier: 10

Level: 10

Paragon Level: 81

HP: 200/200

EN: 40/40

 

Stats:

Damage: 10

Mitigation: 42

Accuracy: 2

Evasion: 1

Battle Healing: 6

Loot Die: 8

Stealth Rating: -3

PHASEREC: 1

HLY: 4

BLI: 8/-5 

 

Equipped Gear:

Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 

  - <<DIVINE RANCOR>> T4 KATANA - HOLY/HOLY/PHASE/BLIGHT

Armor/Trinket: 

  - <<TACTICAL UNDER ARMOR>> T4 HEAVY ARMOR//MIT/MIT/MIT/REC

Shield/Armor/Trinket: 

  - <<IVORY GOLD LEAF RING>> T1 TRINKET//ACC/ACC/EVA/EVA

 

Combat Mastery:

  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

 

Combat Shift:

  - AOE Shift

 

Familiar Skill:

  - 

 

Custom Skill:

  - 

 

Skills:

  - Battle Healing R3

  - Charge

  - Energist

  - Extended Weight Limit

  - Heavy Armor R3

  - Katana R3

  - Lock Picking R3

  - Quick Change

  - Searching R3

 

Extra Skills:

  - Concentration

  - Forgotten King's Authority

  - Meditation

  - Parry

  - Survival

 

Inactive Extra Skills:

 

Addons:

  - Ferocity

  - Iron Skin

  - Precision

  - Reveal

  - Stamina

 

Mods:

  - Impetus

  - Night Vision

 

Inactive Mods:

 

Battle Ready Inventory:

  - <<CRYSTAL OF DIVINE LIGHT>> ID: 236066 x

  - <<GLOVES OF CAERUS>> T1 LIGHT ARMOR//3 LD x

  - <<Kyūketsuki>> T4 KATANA//ABS.ACC/PHASE/VAMP2  x

  - <<RHINO'S HORN>> ID: 236068 x

  - <<SANCTITY'S RUIN>> T4 KATANA - FROSTBITE/BLEED/BLIGHT/BURN x

  - <<TELEPORTATION CRYSTAL>> x

  - <<TROLL'S BLOOD>> ID: 236067 x

- 2 Healing Crystal

- Rage Crystal

- Antidote Potion

 

 

Edited February 11 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

Lessa was insane. Certifiably, undeniably, insane. There was absolutely no reason for her to enter a PvP competition, and about a billion reasons for her not to, starting and ending with she hated PvP. Duels rarely, if ever, went in her favor, and they had wrecked more than their fair share of friendships. Back in the real world, Alyssa had thrived on the rush of competition, but that simply had not transferred into the death game. Here, she would much prefer to hold hands and sing Kumbaya with her opponents than try to shove swords through their guts. 

Opponents. Lessa's lips pulled back in a grimace as she risked a peek up at the waiting stage. At least it's a platform in the woods and not a damn Colosseum like the last one. Even if she'd been put down Gladiator-style, it hadn't felt good at the time. And once again, she found herself facing off against someone she knew well. For a game with thousands of people in it, she thought dryly, I sure do seem to bump into the same dozen over and over. Perhaps she didn't know Oscar as intimately as she'd known Alkor on the day of their duel, but she both liked and respected him. He'd seen her at her best, and her worst, more recently the latter. Banging her fists on the the locked doors of the The Crusty Bahrnacle. The orphanage. Then-

But it didn't matter. This was a friendly duel, not an introspection, and the joke was on her for constantly making these things into bigger deals than they needed to be. Wasn't that why she'd accepted the invitation to join the Clash of Blades, after saying no (forcefully, and with much head-shaking) over and over again? To prove to herself that the duel could be just that - a duel? A chance to hone her skills, gain some much-needed experience, and learn from those who knew more than she did? Wasn't that what it was all about?

So when the pretty brunette introduced her, Lessa pasted on a winning smile, and strode into the metaphorical spotlight. Her blonde hair swayed, her blue cloak billowed, and the sun glinted off the buckles on her numerous crisscrossing belts. She hooked her thumbs in them as leveled Minako with her most seductive smolder. "When you get tired of cute party tricks and the taste of wiener, you call me, okay?"

The smile remained in place as she turned to face Oscar, though it no longer reached her eyes. "I'm ready," she answered simply. "Are you?"

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2                                                                                                                            

Initiative: ID: 240765 | LD: 5

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Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad
True Tier: 10
Level: 10
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 200/200
EN: 43/43

Stats:
Damage: 10
Mitigation: 42
Accuracy: 2
Battle Healing: 6
Stealth Rating: -3
HB: 8
REC: 2
HLY: 2

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Arcael's Might (T4 THSS - DMG DMG DMG HLY)                                                                                                        
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Vega's Panoply (T4 HA - THNS THNS HB HB)                                                                                                             
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Neutron Star Necklace (T4 TRINKET - ACC ACC REC REC) 

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Mitigation R3

Combat Shift:
  - ST Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - Rending Familiar

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R3
  - Energist
  - Extended Weight Limit
  - Heavy Armor R3
  - Straight Sword R3

Extra Skills:
  - First Aid R3
  - Leadership R3

Addons:
  - Hyperactive
  - Iron Skin

Mods:
  - Energize
  - Impetus
  - Inspiring Speech
  - Large Pockets
  - Purify

Inactive Mods:
  - Press the Attack

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Shell Crystal
  - Antidote Crystal
  - Healing Potion

Housing Buffs:
  - Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first two expenditures of each combat
  - Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 20% (rounded down)
  - Living Room: Increases out of combat HP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Storage): +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
  - Slime Farm: +5% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll

Crafting Profession:
 - Blacksmith[465exp] R6

Gathering Profession:
 - Forager[0exp] R1                                                                                                                       

♬

[Oscar 0]

"Jealousy isn't a good look," Oscar teased as Lessa spoke to Minako. "Could be you but you trippin'."

It was fun to cut loose every once in a while. Some one-off fight that neither one really cared too much about taking seriously. After all, both of them had been in a fight much more dangerous than this with far more at stake. So he wasn't about to walk on eggshells like he had with Tarot this whole time. They'd not parted on the best of terms, but they had settled into a sort of equilibirum.

"Hold on," he said quickly, throwing up one finger. From within his coat, he produced a single tomato and a hamburger bun. Through the alchemy that was the game's crafting system, he smashed the two objects together. In a flash of light, they fused to create a dark blue hoodie with Lessa's face front and center. He tugged the piece of clothing on, over his coat no less, and grinned widely at the blonde before him. "Yes. The Lessa hoodie stays on while I kick your ass."

His weapon flashed into his hand. Like a bolt of lightning, Oscar covered the small distance between them. His arm dropped down low, slicing upward in a wide arc that cleaved Lessa from her right hip to her left collarbone. He watched with a smirk as her health bar tanked, completely ignoring the damage he suffered as a result of her thorns.

"You awake? That was a little too easy."

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 182/200 [-18]| EN: 33/43 [-10]| DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8           

Charge Activated -2 EN, ST-I used -8 EN

[C]ST-I vs Lessa | ID: 240776 | BD: 5-1+2, hit | Deal 13*8-42 = 62 DMG

Oscar takes 18 THNS DMG

Lessa | HP: 138/200 [-62] | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2                                                                 

 

Edited February 11 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

Real, honest-to-goodness amusement lit Lessa's features, despite the damage Oscar inflicted. She paused only a few heartbeats to glance at her health bar - already too low for her liking - before giving him her attention again. "I love that," she told him. "Do you have one in my size? Or better yet, maybe I could just have that one after all this is over?" She narrowed her eyes playfully at him before continuing. "I'd get one with your face on it, but I'd want to wear it out in public, and that might scare small children."

His jab hadn't fallen on deaf ears. She gave a little shrug, which she seamlessly morphed into a roll of her shoulders. "Yeah, I'm a bit rusty," she confessed easily. "I won't deny that. The support game's got me going soft. But I'll bounce back. That's what all this is for." With one hand, she gestured to their surroundings. With the other, she drew Arcael's Might with a long, satisficing hiss of metal. She let it rest casually against her right shoulder.

Inside Lessa, there were two wolves lines of thinking, each jockeying for her attention. The first, no doubt shaped by her recent dip in the support build pool, begged her to go slow. To prepare herself for the long game. To settle back, and go on the defensive. The other, which was always encouraged by Oscar's mere presence, demanded nothing but big dick damage. Could she find a happy medium?

"Look babe," she began, summoning her HUD and selecting the Shell Crystal from her inventory. She palmed the pretty cerulean item before tossing it into the space between them, watching it shatter with a sound far too loud for its small size. "I really appreciate how determined you are to finish me quickly, but I'm not as young as I used to be, and I've been out of the game for a while. I really, really want to make it last." A few short stride brought her across the shell's scattered pieces. The pixels ribboned around her, fortifying her defenses, and giving her armor a subtle blue glow. If she noticed the change to her appearance, Lessa gave no indication. Instead, she looked up at Oscar from under her lashes. The sword began to glow as well, humming with power as she activated another skill. "Help a girl out, would you?"

Spoiler

 

Lessa | HP: 152/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 38/43 [-5] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 57 [+15] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Hyperactive activated!

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 0/3)
Shell Crystal (+15 MIT for three turns - 1/3)

Oscar | HP: 182/200 [-18]| EN: 33/43 [-10]| DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8         

 

 

[Oscar 0]

Oscar responded to Lessa's verbal jousts with a smirk. As she set about making herself as durable as possible, he couldn't help but lean into the bit. <<Divine Rancor>> disappeared from his hand with a flash of light as Oscar strode calmly across the arena. "Oh babe," he said, faux offense dripping off of his words. "You know that's not how I get down. But hard and fast doesn't necessarily mean it's over quickly. And with all those items you just popped, I think you can take it." He stepped past her, raising his hand and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. 

"Let's test that," he continued suddenly. There was a flash of light upon her periphery as Oscar resummoned his weapon. His free hand grabbed the nape of her neck, his leg shot out and his foot collided with the back of her knee. He leveraged the momentum, slamming the blonde knight into floor of the arena. His grip shifted, firm pressure on her shoulder keeping her locked in place as Divine Rancor penetrated her breastplate. He paused for a moment, that self-assured smile never leaving his face.

"Perhaps not the most fun way to be on your back," Oscar said. Old habits had him pushing the blade in deeper, driving the weapon out of the back of her model and into the floor of the arena. "But it's all so public right now, isn't it," he added sarcastically. In a flash he - and his weapon - were gone. He'd returned to his previous position, graciously allowing Lessa the time to recover before continuing the attack.

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Oscar | HP: 168/200 [-18]| EN: 23/43 [+1 -11]| DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8      

ST-II vs Lessa [-11 EN] | ID: 240807 | BD: 4+2, hit | 11x10-57 = 53 DMG | Oscar takes 18 THNS DMG

Lessa | HP: 99/200 [-53] | EN: 38/43 [-5] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 57 [+15] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 11 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

She knew it was coming. Though years might have passed since she'd held a damage-dealing position on the Frontlines, she hadn't completely lost her spatial awareness. The problem was, she couldn't do anything to avoid the attack. He moved with far more speed and grace than a man his size should be allowed, and in seconds, the warm, rough skin of his palm was pressed to her neck. That feels nice, came an absent thought, before everything else happened in quick succession. Her legs vanished from beneath her, her weight shifted, and her breastplate slammed against the stage's wooden floor. The breath left her lungs with a soft whooshing sound.

Though the move left her rattled, the system helped her recover in a matter of seconds. She was left to gaze up at her attacker, one hand clamped around his wrist, the other gripping at the blade of his sword. As he plunged Divine Rancor deeper through her chest, she tightened her hold on the steel, emitting an ugly screeching noise as the weapon skated across her gauntlet. "You," she countered breathily, "have no idea how much I can take."

When the weight atop her vanished, Lessa wasted no time launching to her feet. One hand moved to the spot in her chest where his blade had been, and the crimson gash that marked the damage dealt. I'm already at half health, she thought, though she made every effort to keep the concern from her expression. How was she meant to learn from Oscar if he killed her within two minutes of their duel starting? What a waste.

"Very public," she called back, distracting herself with the banter. "You're telling me you're not into that kind of thing?"

Spoiler

 

Lessa | HP: 113/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 41/43 [+1 +2 REC +3 HYP -2] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 57 [+15] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240815 +2 EN

Tech-A vs Oscar [-2 EN] | ID: 240816 | BD: 4+2-1=5 Miss

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 1/3)
Shell Crystal (+15 MIT for three turns - 2/3)

Oscar | HP: 168/200| EN: 23/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8      

 

 

[Oscar 0]

"Oh here I was holding back for your benefit," Oscar said with a smirk. Lessa was always too fucking resilient. Physically and mentally. It was no small wonder why and how she handled the weight of Aincrad on her shoulders with such grace. Oscar wouldn't have been able to do it half as well. In a way, for all their fights and all their history, it was the thing he admired most about the woman. But sometimes, even for just a moment, you needed to shrug off the weight of the world and just cut loose.

This entire bout was just a means to do that. Oscar stopped caring about winning or losing a while ago. He was an agent of chaos, everything was a joke. But true enjoyment like this was so very uncommon. 

"I so rarely get to have fun like this. Maybe I can thank you properly after the match?"

He smirked, breaking into a sprint. <<Divine Rancor>> winked away once more as his hands took on a dark blue glow. He struck twice in rapid succession, two jabs right to her chest. <<Shatter>> did just as it name implied and - at least temporarily - reduced her metal breastplate to mere fragments. He kept up the momentum, stepping forward in the aftermath of his attack and positioning himself right in her face. 

"I thought it would be harder to get you out of your clothes. But I shouldn't be surprised seeing how you take me so well."

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 156/200 [+6 -18]| EN: 12/43 [+1 -12]| DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8    

Recovery Check Failed

TECH-D vs Lessa [-12 EN] | ID: 240818 | BD: 6+2, hit | Deal 10*8-57 = 23 DMG, reduce MIT by 10 | Oscar takes 18 THNS DMG

Lessa | HP: 90/200 [-23] | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 47 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 11 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

The woman huffed out a breath, and though she rolled her eyes, they held no real annoyance. "That was your first mistake," she informed him, reaching back to drag her mop of blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing her sweaty neck to the cool breeze drifting across the meadow. Even in the midst of their repartee, she couldn't quite let that statement go unexplained, or else risk looking like a complete prick. "Either you'll fuck me, or I'll fuck you." She flashed him a wicked grin. "Metaphorically speaking, of course. But either way, I don't want you pulling your punches, got it? I won't get stronger if you take it easy on me. And like I said. That's what I'm here for. The immense pleasure of your company is just an added bonus."

She held Arcael's Might casually at her side, the picture of a soldier at ease, as she sauntered closer to Oscar. One hand absently traced the missing chunk of her breastplate, the cloth of her shirt beneath, and the hint of bare collarbone that his attack had exposed. Dipping her chin, she watched him through heavily lidded eyes as her fingertips moved from her chest to his forearm, his shoulder, the nape of his neck.

Rocking onto her tiptoes, the Guardian pressed her chest to his chest, her cheek to his cheek, her lips to his ear. "If you wanted me out of my clothes," she whispered, "you should have just asked." She swung her right arm back, and with a soft grunt of effort, buried her blade to the hilt in Oscar's hard stomach. The whole thing might have been a tad sexier if she'd been carrying, say, a pretty little dagger, but it still got her point across.

Once the stun had taken effect, Lessa leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Now you just lie there and let me do all of the work." 

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 104/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 34/43 [+1 +3 HYP -9] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 47 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Tech-A vs Oscar [-9 EN] | ID: 240819 | BD: 9, hit | Deal 13*8-42 = 62 DMG

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 2/3)

Shell Crystal (+15 MIT for three turns - 3/3)

Oscar | HP: 94/200 [-62]| EN: 12/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8 [STUNNED]

 

[Oscar 0]

Oscar hadn't expected such a telling blow. It wasn't as if he'd underestimated the Guardian of Aincrad. It was quite the opposite. But such an abrupt change in tactic took him by surprise. His response was immediate. Second nature. <<Forgotten King's Authority>> dispelled the stun. And in that same instant, his hand shot out. His fingers wrapped around her throat as he once more swept her legs from under her. He drove her into the ground, bearing down on top of her. For a split second, his expression changed. The smirk that had been painted upon his visage had disappeared, replaced only by that cold, demonic glare. In the time between the heartbeats, he was fully convinced he was locked in a life or death battle.

Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanish. Reality caught up with him rather quickly. He looked between them, looking at the blade stuck square in his gut. He leaned into it, into her. Perhaps it was for apologies sake. Or perhaps he'd been swept up in the moment. Either way.

"I'd prefer to take an active role," Oscar said. He realized where his hand was, but decided to leave it there for the bit. Tighten his grip for the bit. And only the bit, he lied to himself. Whatever exchange this was, it was infinitely more fun than the duel neither of them took all that seriously at this point. "That was a good hit," he continued. "Good girl." His hand left her throat, fingertips blazing a trail down her chest, along her sides, before his palm came to rest upon the ground. "But I think you'd agree we have it backwards, no?"

Oscar leaned down as he leveraged his weight to push himself off of her. And in that instant when his lips were oh so close to her ear, he whispered:

"Don't make me make you beg."

And then he shot up like a rocket, leaving Lessa still prone with her weapon pointing skyward. He'd completely forgotten to counterattack in all the chaos. Oh well. She'd certainly earned her free hit.

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 100/200 [+6] | EN: 7/43 [+1 +1 -5 -2] | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8 [STUNNED]

<<Forgotten King's Authority>> Activated -5 EN

FKA CD: 0/5 | Charge CD: 3/3 | Recovery Check: 240820 | CD: 9, +1 EN

ST-I vs Lessa | ID: 240821 | BD: 2+2, miss

Lessa | HP: 104/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 34/43 [+1 +2 HYP -9] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 47 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 11 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

In an instant, shock replaced the coy amusement she'd worn for the entirety of the fight. She'd let her guard down - that had been her first mistake. Looking into Oscar's eyes had been the second. 

That attacks she'd just used, where she drew him close just to run him through? She'd borrowed that from another swordsman. Of course, he had used it on her, in a demonstration that had shaken her to her very core. It had left her wondering who he was. Who she was. Who she was to him.

He'd grabbed for her throat once, too, straddling her hips as he pinned her to the ground. "So fragile," he had whispered, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. "So tender. You could die just as easily as any mob in this game." And as she'd stared up into those shattered-stardust eyes, a shade not unlike Oscar's, Lessa had sobbed out her apologies. She'd begged for his forgiveness. She had accepted the burden he'd placed squarely on his shoulders. Hell, she'd welcomed it. Because if she was solely responsible for his ruin, it meant he cared enough to let her in. And wasn't that better than nothing?

Lessa gritted her teeth, glaring up into eyes that weren't Alkor's, and ground out three distinct words with the air she had left. "Go. Fuck. Yourself."

She bucked her hips, an action that was as explicit as it was an attempt to jam her knee into the man's balls, but he had already disappeared. Speedy little fucker, Lessa found herself thinking as she found her feet for the second time in a handful of minutes. She thrust her elbows back, cracking her back loudly, then did the same to her neck with a quick roll. She shoved her blonde hair back from her face, moved her sword from her left hand to her right, and shifted her weight so it settled squarely between her booted feet. Only then did she cut a glance toward Oscar, as if as an afterthought.

"Baby," she began, her voice a throaty purr that likely didn't reach the first row of spectators. "You can't possibly think that, out of the two of us, I'll be the one begging."

And without another warning, the Empress closed the distance between them, Arcael's Might a mere swath of gold light in her joined hands. She raked it down his front, leaving a trail of red across his broad chest, and cleaving another chunk from his health bar.

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 118/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 30/43 [+1 +3 HYP - 8] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 37 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240822 CD: 2 Failed

ST-I vs Oscar [-8 EN] | ID: 240829 | BD: 5 + 2 - 1 = 6, hit | 10*8-42=38

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 3/3)

Oscar | HP: 62/200 [-38] | EN: 7/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

 

[Oscar 0]

Quick as a flash, Oscar lifted his foot as he weapon arched toward the ground and trapped the blade beneath his boot. He'd struck a nerve - he could tell by how quickly Lessa was gnawing through his health bar. "You know, I've never been more attracted to you than I am right now. You're a fuckin' monster, Lessa." He grinned and twisted his foot as he dragged his leg back. He wrenched the weapon from her grip and hooked his foot under it. Flicking the toe of his boot up, the weapon sailed into Oscar's waiting hand. With an exaggerated motion, he made a big to-do about examining the weapon. Then, he returned it to her with a quick toss that buried the blade into the floor of the arena.

She was good, but he was out of his element here. He wanted to make that clear.

But before she could retrieve it, he had wedged himself between her and the weapon. He loomed over her for a moment -their bodies pressed a bit too closely together in that limited space - with that same self-assured smirk rising to his features once more. He leaned forward, once more gracing the nape of her neck with his breath. "Everyone thinks you're a saint," he whispered. "Had me fooled for a while. But I think I got you figured out. Only took a duel for it to happen."

He stepped back, though not without returning her previous gesture and leaving a less-than-chaste, lingering kiss upon her cheek. Oscar walked backwards, keeping his eyes affixed to hers the entire time. "So yeah, I know you'll be the one begging. I got what you need, after all."

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 98/200 [+6 +30] | EN: 17/43 [+2 -2 +10] | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

Recovery Check - ID: 240830 | CD: 7 |+1 EN

<<Rest>> Action Taken +10 EN

Healing Crystal Used +30 HP -2 EN

Lessa | HP: 118/200 | EN: 30/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 37 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 12 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

You're a fuckin' monster, Lessa.

His words sent a shudder through her, and it had nothing to do with the sexual tension snapping and sizzling like electricity between them. Am I a fucking monster? Her blue eyes bore into his, cold ice meeting hot fire, and she swore the events on that glacier played out in her peripheral vision. The same way they played out in her dreams most nights. If I'm a monster, you would be the one to know. But she didn't think that Oscar would be heartless enough to drag that into their duel, even in an attempt to throw her off her game. The man was chaos incarnate, but he wasn't completely heartless. He'd leave her secret alone, leave it out of their duel. So so would she.

"You've got me all figured out, huh?" Her gaze never left his as she strode toward him, closing the distance he'd just opened, and tearing her sword free in one smooth motion. She let it rest over her shoulder like a batter on deck, and her posture held all sorts of promise as she lined herself up before him. As she tilted her face up to take him in, the fingers of her left hand absently climbed his chest. "You think that after five minutes in the dueling ring with me, you know who I truly am? You've learned all my secrets? How about I let you in on one more." She fisted her hand in the fabric of his shirt, yanking him down so the former guildmates stood eye to eye. Her hot breath washed over his face as she whispered, "There is not one person in this goddamn floating tower from Hell who knows what I need." 

As she spoke, she slowly sank her sword into his stomach. With her final declaration, she tore it out again. "But I can guarantee you, you don't have it."

Spoiler

 

Lessa | HP: 132/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 20/43 [+1 - 11] | DMG: 10 | MIT: 37 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240835 CD: 1 Failed

ST-II vs Oscar [-11 EN] | ID: 240836 | BD: 8 +2 - 1, hit | 10*11-42=68

Oscar | HP: 30/200 [-68]| EN: 17/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

 

 

[Oscar 0]

He'd struck a nerve. How many of those had he dinged in this bout? Too many to accurately count, he figured. But that smirk never left his face. Even as she drove her blade into his gut and tore it out with a brutality that he'd only seen in, well, himself. She was a monster, but there was no negative connotation there. Only respect for her skill. He'd seen a flash of it that day, but he'd never thought much of it. Never really considered calling it to the carpet or acting on it. Oscar had been too busy with his extracurriculars. 

But he wasn't now. Now, he had nothing but time to address it. And he would address it.

"You'd be surprised how much you can learn about someone in just a quick fight," Oscar said flatly. His hand moved to her wrist, trapping her sword hand. He wouldn't let her retreat. Not now. They were having too much fun for that. "For example, you need control." He twisted her wrist sharply, stepping forward to throw her off balance. Bent at the waist, he stepped behind her, pinning her arm to her back in a most uncomfortable position. He'd not used his Martial Arts skills in any capacity, but once you had them unlocked, you couldn't unring that particular bell.

"Notice I said control, not to be controlled," he growled as he leaned forward. It was a positively inappropriate position. His chest pressed against her back, her body held firm against his. "Everyone has their opinions about the Guardian of Aincrad. None of them are of your own making." <<Divine Rancor>> disappeared, freeing his other hand. It shot out like a bolt, his fist tangling in her golden locks as he pitched her forward. Driving her to her knees, grinding her face into the dirt. "You're on a pedestal, Lessa. I don't think either of us know how you got there, but you so badly want to fall off of it."

He rose to his full height, pulling her back with him and onto her feet as he leveraged his knee against the small of her back. With explosive force, he spiked her up into the air as he released his grip upon her wrist and hair. He moved quickly, his fist balling in her tunic before she sailed entirely out of reach. With a simple flick of his wrist, she was slammed back down to earth, bouncing off of the floor of the arena in a shower of dirt and debris. 

Once more, Oscar pressed his attack. A sharp kick between her shoulder blades lurched her upper body forward. As her feet alighted and before she could stumble, Oscar spun her around to face him. Once more, his fist wound itself in her tunic and held her fast. He leaned in, mirroring her gesture just seconds prior. "And what you need is for someone to make you fuckin' fall."

Two things happened in quick succession. First, he lunged forward. His lips collided with hers in front of the crowd. Fuck the crowd. They could deal. It was so difficult to parse out emotion and desire when engaged in such a satisfying bout. And here he thought he had a bit more control than that. But really, what man would even want self-control in a situation like this? His left hand grasped at the assortment of belts at her waist, pulling her into him.

And the second thing was him driving his own sword straight through her chest. It was instinctive. Even in such a precarious situation, the battle raged on. Would she even notice? He barely noticed that he did it. After a moment of deadly passion, he wedged his hand between them and pushed her away. The motion separated <<Divine Rancor>> from her body and gave the two of them some much needed breathing room.

Or, more precisely, gave Lessa some much needed breathing room. Because Oscar still had that same damnable smirk on his face.

"You still so sure about all that shit or you ready to stop lying?"

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 48/200 [+6 +30 -18]| EN: 6/43 [+1 -10 -2] | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

Recovery Failed | Charge Activated | Healing Crystal Activated

ST-I vs Lessa | ID: 240844 | BD: 5-1+2, hit | 13 * 8-37= 67 DMG, Oscar takes 18 THNS dmg

Lessa | HP: 65/200 [-67] | EN: 20/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 37 [-10] | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 13 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

As a history teacher, Lessa had read a lot of first-hand accounts of battlefields. One consistent factor had been the sound - the cacophony that had filled the ears, the mind, the entire being, rendering some helpless in their most vulnerable moments. The screams of the battle charge, the wails of the wounded, the thunder of hooves, the crack of gunfire and the boom of cannons. "If you want to know what a real war sounded like," a reenactor at Fort Mackinac had joked, back when Lessa had been Alyssa, "then turn your hearing aids up to eleven before we start firing our muskets."

Though Lessa would never know the horror of war, in that moment, she thought she understood the overwhelming barrage of sensation those soldiers had described. The crowd cheered (or maybe jeered), but the noise was strangely distorted by the time it reached her ears. Perhaps that had to do with the hammering of her own heart, and the whoosh of her breath as her chest heaved beneath her shattered breastplate. Her hands trembled at her sides, her sword lost somewhere in the middle of their... skirmish. And none of it held a candle to the conflict taking place inside her, emotions without name or logic grappling for purchase at the edge of her consciousness. Then her eyes found his again, drawn back to them like magnets, the same way they had for the duration of the fight. And in them, she found the truth that she hadn't found in his words.

And as ice cold clarity replaced the hot panic ignited by his kiss, her smirk mirrored his own.

"Does it get tiring, Oscar? Being so confident, all the time? Being so fucking sure that you're right, especially when you're so very, very wrong? You've given me a lot to unpack, so let's go in order." She threw her arms out wide, turning first to the crowd, then to her opponent directly. "I like control? Of course I do. I was getting an advanced degree in classroom management. I LOVE control. And everyone has their own opinions of me? Yeah, they have them about you, too. Some people think that you're a self-righteous asshole." Her eyes narrowed, a storm moving across a still lake as she pressed on. "Am I on a pedestal? Maybe I am. But I never wanted it. I have never wanted to be. I lived like a hermit on Floor 20 for two years so I didn't have to deal with people and their expectations of me." She let her arms drop to her sides. "So you're right again. I would welcome the chance to be just Lessa again."

The woman paused to walk to the spot where her sword lay. Stooping to retrieve it, she activated Hyperactive, then glanced over her shoulder toward where Oscar stood. She wiped the back of her gauntleted hand over her lips, though whether it was to clean off the kiss or the dirt he'd left, no one could be sure. "Here's where you're so completely, so confidently wrong. I like having control. I would love if someone blew up this Mother Teresa persona that I never asked for. But neither of those things are what I need most. And neither of those things are worth begging for."

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 117/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH + 30 HP] | EN: 16/43 [+1 - 5] | DMG: 10 | MIT:47 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240847 CD: 3

Healing Crystal used!

Hyperactive activated!

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 0/3)

Oscar | HP: 48/200 | EN: 6/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

 

[Oscar 0]

Oscar listened patiently to her venting. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all. And he figured they both could use some of that right now. The fight had certainly shifted in her favor if he looked at their health bars, but it wasn't quite over yet. They needed to cool their jets.

But more importantly, they needed that heart-to-heart that until now the two of them never quite had.

"You know, one of the things I really admire about you is how resolved you are," Oscar said. "Whatever the fuck you got going on inside that pretty head of yours, it never once has mattered. You plant your feet and you throw all of yourself into whatever you need to." He dismissed his weapon once more, shoving his hands into his pockets. He left himself open - he knew that. But that's what this was about. Openness. Oscar wouldn't let his mask crack, but he could drill home that paradigm shift in other ways. His tone was steady and even, absent of the lilt of mischief that ordinarily colored his voice.

Lessa was one of the few that knew him best - she would be able to tell the difference.

"But you never leave anything for yourself," he continued. His strode towards her, closing the distance with calm, even strides. Not once did his gaze waver. He stepped past, his hand rising to her face - his finger hooking under her chin. He bade her to follow his gaze as he meandered around, beckoned her to turn in a shoddy facisimile of a dance. "You can keep your fucking control. I only want to borrow it."

He completed his lap, returning her to her original position and walked backwards towards his own. "I can use it to break the pedestal you've found yourself on." He returned to where he'd begun and tilted his head to the side while shrugging his shoulders with his patented nonchalance. "If you're not willing to beg for that, what would you beg for?"

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 54/200 [+6] | EN: 17/43 [+1 +10] | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

Recovery Check Failed, Rest action taken +10 EN

Lessa | HP: 109/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH + 30 HP] | EN: 16/43 [+1 - 5] | DMG: 10 | MIT:47 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 13 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

And she thought she'd been been angry before.

Fury rose in her chest, a living, breathing thing that threatened to explode out of her at a moment's notice. Her hands trembled again, though this time for a completely different reason. How dare he? HOW. DARE. HE. Get her all riled up, like some freaking exhibitionistic display, then try to psychoanalyze her, then kiss her, and then... what? Be there for her? The longer she waited, managing to look down her nose at him despite their massive height difference, the more completely her rage turned to disgust. 

"Tch," she scoffed, finally looking away until she was certain she had her emotions in check. Perhaps for the first time since the fight began. She walked to him, but this time, there was no sway of her hips. And despite the control she felt she'd finally established, there was a part of her that still itched to bury her fist in the man's pretty face. Maybe next time.

"Bring your sword back out," she demanded. "I don't care what the fuck you think of me, Oscar, or whatever this little show was. You will show me respect. You will stop patronizing me, and you will finish this fight." To emphasize the point, she brought the tip of Arcael's Might's to his neck. His health was dangerously low now - it wouldn't take much. It would take more for Lessa to strike an unarmed man.

She wasn't going to speak. She had promised herself she was done entertaining him, playing his stupid game, and she was just going to finish the fight and walk away. So even Lessa was startled when the sound of her own voice reached her ears. "Here's what I think. I think I'm up on that pedestal because even as people tell me how resolved I am, and how strong, and how brave, those same people would rather me be up high where they can be sure I can't get hurt. Where they can be sure I won't get the chance to disappoint them."

When Divine Rancor finally materialized in Oscar's hand, she raked her blade across his torso, taking a sick satisfaction in the way his health bar plummeted. Served him right, a small, satisfied voice rationalized. 

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 123/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 14/43 [+1 +2 REC +3 HYP -8] | DMG: 10 | MIT:47 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240907 CD: 7 Success!

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 1/3)

ST-I vs Oscar [-8 EN] | ID: 240908 | BD: 5+2-1=6, hit | 10*8-42=38

Oscar | HP: 16/200 [-38] | EN: 17/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

 

 

[Oscar 0]

She bade him summon his weapon, so he obliged. Even after being on the recieving end of some of Oscar's best needling, it would take more than that to get her to strike an unarmed opponent. Even if that opponent was a defector from the Guild and ripped open an ocean of blood in his wake. He took the hit, unflinching. With a narrowed gaze, his pupils flicked up to his health bar. The duel was a foregone conclusion at this point. He'd all but lost now. But that didn't mean he was giving up. Oscar breathed out a laugh, shaking his head in response to her tirade. His gaze rejoined hers and for the first time, that smirk faded.

"Answer the fucking question."

It came with a commanding timbre, his voice dropping in octave as his gaze steeled. His hand shot up, catching the tip of her blade between his index and middle fingers at the very end of its arc. He guided it back to his neck, feeling the cold steel against his exposed skin. "I don't put you on a pedestal because I know, push comes to shove, you can get just as dirty as I can." He pressed forward, guiding the blade along with him as he advanced.

"Keep it right the fuck here," he said. Another command in that same cold tone. He'd make it easy for her, after he said what he had to say. "But I'll stop patronizing you. Show you that respect you asked for." Oscar leaned in close again. Some words were not for the audience. Sometimes, one needed to make sure that only the intended recipient heard it. His cheek grazed against hers as he made his advance. His torso pushed her weapon forward, wedged between both of their bodies as he spoke his piece.

Softly and slowly and only to her.

"The only thing I find disappointing is how much you're fighting it. You said you want off the pedestal. But you're over here all pissed because I'm willing drag you off and onto my level. It's super fucking annoying. And if you didn't want that, you would have finished this fucking duel five fucking seconds ago. So fall."

 

Spoiler

Oscar | HP: 22/200 [+6] | EN: 16/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

Tech-D vs Lessa | 240910 | BD: 2+2, miss

Lessa | HP: 123/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 14/43 [+1 +2 REC +3 HYP -8] | DMG: 10 | MIT:47 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

 

Edited February 13 by Oscar

[Lessa 1]

It had come to this, then.

When she'd walked onto the dueling stage, she certainly hadn't expected whatever this had been. And she assumed her future duels wouldn't be quite so... lively, or else Minako and Kindling had some explaining to do. Or maybe the brunette's offer at the start of the fight hadn't been a mere show for the audience. Lessa made a mental note to follow up.

But in the moment, she bore down on Oscar, her eyes alight with a myriad of different emotions. Some of them scared her. Most of them confused her. All of them surprised her. Something between them had changed, and her head tilted curiously as she studied the brown-haired Beast. He claimed to know her so well, but she'd be the first to admit she didn't know him nearly as well as she thought she did.

With a flick of her wrist, Lessa removed the sword from Oscar's throat. Then she rolled her eyes. "You tell me you're so different from them," she droned, "but the second I asked you to show me some respect in this fight, you planted yourself on the end of my blade and offered yourself up. Show me the respect in that, you pretentious prick."

He leaned close to her, no doubt to whisper something witty against her cheek, and she slipped out from beneath him. As momentum carried him forward, she threw her body up and under his. When her weight slammed into him, it adjusted his trajectory, sending the huge man falling backward. Perhaps the system aided in the maneuver, or perhaps he wasn't fighting the assault as hard as he could have, but the result was the same. Oscar lay on his back, with Lessa towering above him, the sole of her boot pressed to his throat. The last rays of the dying day spread out behind her, setting her blonde hair aglow, but the expression she wore was the opposite of angelic. "I don't care if you want to bend me over again, Oscar. I don't care if you want to pull my hair, or have me on my back, or drag me off of your motherfucking pedestal. But when you do, it will be on my terms, do you understand me?"

Her eyes never left his as she planted the tip of her sword between his legs and pushed.

Spoiler

Lessa | HP: 137/200 [+8 HB + 6 BH] | EN: 7/43 [+1 +3 HYP - 11] | DMG: 10 | MIT:47 | ACC:2 | THORNS:18 | BH:6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2

Recovery | ID: 240919 CD: 3 Failed!

Hyperactive (+3 EN passive regen for three turns - 2/3)

ST-II vs Oscar [-11 EN] | ID: 240920 | BD: 5 + 2 - 1 = 6, hit | 10*11-42=68

Oscar | HP: 0/200 [-22] | EN: 16/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:42 | ACC:2 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:6 | REC: 1 | HLY: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | LD: 8

 

[Oscar 0]

There was something about her final attack that should have made him recoil. But he wouldn't give her that satisfaction. She was a fuckin' monster. There was no doubt about that. The rage flaring in her eyes told the entire tale. But his mind lingered on a single word - one which beckoned the half-smile back to his face. Probably and potentially, much to her chagrin. He raised one hand and nudged her boot from his neck. Then he sat up and rose back to his feet, dusting himself off like she didn't just strike him straight in his manhood.

"That's how consent works, Lessa," Oscar said as he peeled the Lessa hoodie from his frame. He took a moment to dust it off. It didn't look too much worse for wear despite the complete brutalization she'd subjected him to.

"Hey Minako!" Oscar tossed the hoodie to the shoutcaster. "After all that, might be able to hawk that thing for a pretty penny."

Oscar's head swiveled back to meet Lessa's gaze. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "It wasn't the respect you wanted, but it was the respect you were gonna get. If I'm gonna lose, it's gonna be on my terms. I need not remind you what happened to the last person who put their blade up to my neck. Here I thought I was being all subversive and shit." Oscar shrugged again and walked past her towards the exit. He took a few steps past her and then stopped short. Turning around, tilted his head towards her quizzically. "So you just gonna keep standing there fuming or are we gonna finish having whatever this is out?"