Intro:

 Benjamin Lloyd walks into the center of the arena with a lazy grin at odds with his movements; each step is a coiled spring, propelling him smoothly with the utmost precision. He stops at the very edge of dueling range, stretching and rolling his neck. He regards his opponent while shrugging out of his uniform’s coat, casually tossing it off screen as his theme fades out. 

“Let’s make this quick.”

Playstyle: [i]Rushdown (Okizeme):[/i] Where others depend on a single style, Ben controls the flow of battle. Shotguns for a close-range opponent, close-range tonfa use for a projectile user, he adapts his tactics for the opponent. Specifically he picks the style best suited to put pressure on his foe and never let up. He keeps them at a disadvantage, and the instant they stumble, he takes the lapse to eliminate the opposition. 


3-7 Special Moves: 

My Legend Began: Benjamin closes the gap between himself and an opponent out of range with a Deinamig-powered lunge, using a shotgun blast from Lawnslot to stun his opponent long enough to move in. If uninterrupted, then he will flip Artorius into a reverse grip and use a blast’s recoil to drive it home once in range. 

In the 12th Century: A counter move. Ben evades the incoming attack and forms Caletfwlch from his tonfas, using the opening in his opponent’s defenses to slam its handle into his opponent’s face in a Mordhau strike. Forced back and stunned, they are easy prey for the blade, given extra force by the hand resting on its pommel, stabbed towards their chest. 

Excalibur, Excalibur: A guard-breaker. Caletfwlch is formed, and the opponent’s defenses are broken with a devastating overhand strike, transitioned cleanly into a side hand slash across their chest. 

Caliburn: Useful only in dangerously close ranges, Ben stabs Artorius through his opponent’s clothing and into the wall behind them, pinning them in place. He fires a Red Dust shell into their gut three times, then withdraws Artorius and jumps back to a safe distance. 

Camlann: A highly risky counter. Ben charges headlong into his opponent’s attack, permitting it to land and inflict damage while he takes advantage of the break in their guard caused by their strike. Artorius and Lawnslot are both fired with Dust rounds, and unless he is interrupted before the attack begins, his first shot will stun his opponent. Every successive shot will do the same, with a brief moment open for a combo breaker. If no breaker is achieved he will empty both weapons’ munitions before breaking off the attack.

Instant Kill:  

[i](Locked during rounds against teammates.)[/i]

The blow seems certain, but the sound of metal against metal heralds its failure. He pushes back harder than should be possible, throwing his opponent off balance and slamming Lawnslot into their face to force them back. They stumble, but their Aura ensures the impact is little more than an inconvenience. Their recovery is swift, they regain their footing, and focus on Ben-

Just in time for the shotgun in front of their face to go off. Red Dust round, they find the presence of mind to think as they reel back from the explosion. But there is no second respite. Another shell goes off, and another explosion colors their world red, knocking them back. Then again. And again. And again. The world becomes nothing but fire, noise and confusion. They’re dimly aware, as the barrels go silent, that the last blast knocked them against a wall. Their weapon is no longer in their hand, and they blink rapidly, trying to restore some sense of focus to the world. They needed to get their weapon back, and they needed to keep moving.

And get their weapon back they did. Their gaze clears just in time to see Ben lunge forward far faster than before, his tonfa replaced by a longsword in his right hand. Before they could blink their weapon had been stabbed through the collar of their clothes into the wall behind them with the sound of concrete cracking. They couldn’t move. That speed, that power… His Semblance. Not that they had much time to process it. His left hand joined the right on the handle of Caletfwlch, his blade a blur as he drew back. And the swing was even faster. A single report of the shotgun, the last round in the chamber, lent the inhumanly potent blow force.

The wall shattered as his blade passed through it, leaving his opponent in a pile of rubble. A single shotgun shell bounces off of the ground. 

[i]Alternate Version, For Characters Without A Suitable Weapon (Krysanthe, Ebon, Diamond, Emerald, Delta, Jasmine, Sterling, Clair, Amber, Akashi, Valin)[/i]

The blow seems certain, but the sound of metal against metal heralds its failure. He pushes back harder than should be possible, throwing his opponent off balance and slamming Lawnslot into their face to force them back. They stumble, but their Aura ensures the impact is little more than an inconvenience. Their recovery is swift, they regain their footing, and focus on Ben-

Just in time for the shotgun in front of their face to go off. Red Dust round, they find the presence of mind to think as they reel back from the explosion. But there is no second respite. Another shell goes off, and another explosion colors their world red, knocking them back. Then again. And again. And again. The world becomes nothing but fire, noise and confusion. They’re dimly aware, as the barrels go silent, that the last blast knocked them against a wall. Their weapon is no longer in their hand, and they blink rapidly, trying to restore some sense of focus to the world. 

Their gaze clears just in time to see Ben lunge forward far faster than before, his tonfa replaced by a longsword in his right hand. Before they could blink their weapon had been stabbed through the collar of their clothes into the wall behind them with the sound of concrete cracking. They couldn’t move. That speed, that power… His Semblance. Not that they had much time to process it. His left hand joined the right on the handle of Caletfwlch, his blade a blur as he drew back. And the swing was even faster. A single report of the shotgun, the last round in the chamber, lent the inhumanly potent blow force.

The wall shattered as his blade passed through it, leaving his opponent in a pile of rubble. A single shotgun shell bounces off of the ground. 


V-Trigger:  

[i]Battered again and again, Bastille’s leader is faltering. His Aura is low, hovering only just above red. Attack after attack has whittled him down without reprieve, and his breaths come quick and shallow. His foe’s victory is imminent. He lacks the strength to turn the tides. Benjamin knows that he’s running out of steam. But the fact seems to bring him to life, insurmountable odds more galvanizing than any pep talk.

“Bastille’s impenetrable.” Standing tall, he grins. “Can’t be the one to break that rep.”

The batteries release.[/i]

Benjamin’s V-Trigger, Deinamig, is a highly unusual one. It can only be activated once he falls beneath 30% health, cementing its status as an ace up the sleeve. His health bar regenerates over time, enough to restore him to full and then some. Ben switches to Caletfwlch as his primary weapon and its attacks are faster and hit harder. But at a cost. Every attack, be it a Special Move or a Standard Caletfwlch attack, costs him health. Between this and his opponent’s attacks, there is no guarantee of a full restoration to his health bar. The tradeoff is difficult to manage, but devastating when he controls the flow of battle. 

Taunt: 

[i]Standard[/i]: Ben grins at his opponent, spinning his tonfa almost playfully while he bounces on the balls of his feet. “You know you’re getting your ass kicked by a dropout, right?”

[i]Against a BASL Member[/i]: “If you lose, you’re paying for the team’s night out.”

[i]Against Sapphire Rode[/i]: Ben settles into a ready stance, a faint half smile on his face. “Time to knock that chip off your shoulder.”

[i]Against Threatening Opponent[/i]: Loading Dust rounds into his tonfa, he scowls at his foe and settles into a ready stance. “Want to get at my team? Get through me, bastard.”

Win Animation:  

[i]Standard[/i]: His coat comes flying from off-screen, and Ben catches it with a finger, draping it over one shoulder. He rolls his shoulders, and grins down at his opponent. “Better luck next time.”

[i]Against BASL Member[/i]: Ben laughs, and crouches down next to his teammate to offer a hand. “Great round. Need some help up?”

[i]After Instant Kill[/i]: Caletfwlch separates with several mechanical clicks as the dust settles, both tonfa spun lazily before being returned to his belt. Ben glances at the rubble sheepishly. “Shit. Got a little carried away.”

[i]After Instant Kill on Villain[/i]: Ben stabs Caletfwlch point first into the ground and rests a hand on its crossguard, glaring at his downed opponent. “Don’t get back up.”

Win Quotes:  

[i]BASL[/i]

V. Lorena Negasi: “Gotcha this time. Sure Amy’ll kiss it and make it better.”

V. Amaranth Desire: “I know you said you got better exercise in bed, but I think you’re outta shape, Amy.”

V. Sangue Naga: “That was a blast. Almost had me there, Sangue.”

[i]JMCL[/i]

V. Lucas Schwarze: “Haven’t quite kicked reason to the curb yet, have you? C’mon. Let’s meet up with the gang and get some lunch.”

[i]SASG[/i]

V. Sapphire Rode: “Ready to stop treating people like dirt?”

V. Kuhaku Shiro: “See why you gave Luke so much trouble.”

[i]VGNB[/i]

V. Napoli Fiordilatte: “Your jokes are way too [i]cheesy[/i].”

V. Gratia Mindaro: “[i]Jesus[/i], chill out.”