[center][center][h3][color=f26522]-Lukas Kunze : Probably Going to Get Rekt-[/color][/h3][/center]

Lukas came to a grinding halt as he instigated something to irk the dragon. The tone of her voice wasn't that of playfulness, rather one of annoyed befuddlement. Glaring at the woman as she questioned what he said, and he defiantly answered back. [color=f26522]"I'll repeat it again then. Ahem!"[/color] Lukas cleared his throat as he stared at the dragon, his eyes lacking fire, a mouth holding a frown. [color=f26522]"Do you really expect me to jump out of a friggin' window without most of my magic? I'm do not want broken bones, so there is truly no way in hell I can go with that command."[/color]

There.

Hopefully, [i]this[/i] time she heard his plea... which bordered more along the lines of a provocation. While he did nod in agreement over what she said. However, his goat was got when she declared his foolishness, and how it was unwise to go against a dragon. Frowning, his tone was a bit prevalent than before, declaring to go against her wishes; though, in reality, he really just needed a way to vent. [color=f26522]"There's a thin line between compliance and just plain stupidity. Sure, I will do a couple of things, but I will not risk breaking most of my bones for something ridiculous."[/color]

Lukas' noticed something about her now, something that was different - she was smiling. This only meant she heralded a mischievous ploy to further assert her dominance. His head nudged upward at the challenge she conceived - if he struck her once, she would overturn such a senseless command. His demeanor was the same, though most of the anger had dissipated. It was almost unlikely that he would land a singular strike... but...

[color=f26522]"I accept the trial, however..."[/color]

... he was going to damn well try.

[color=f26522]"... you must not dare to fly upwards to completely nullify any blows; you may use your techniques and acrobatics to avert a strike from bounding off you. Along with that, we will fight on equal terms."[/color] Four of his swords shot out of the sheathes, a much quicker pace than of the previous night. Suddenly, two of his blades shot deeply into a tree, barring anyone lacking upper body strength from obtaining them. Next, he unequipped the holsters for each blade and used his mind to set them by the tree; ditto for his satchel.

[color=f26522]"You to a blade, and I to a blade, no fire or whatever ability you have as a dragon,"[/color] he spoke with a certain hardness in his voice. This was it - no more analyzing, no more goading another to learn their moves and exploit their weaknesses. One of the swords landed in his hand, another went towards Sorcha, almost as if it was beckoning her to grasp at it. Lukas' face became much more relaxed, albeit it lacked that losing fire he had when battling Sorcha the other night.

His eyes could be compared to smouldering coals, a straight line as his mouth displaying a lack of emotion or two, making him almost seem mundane. Gripping his sword firmly he looked at his opponent, seeing how she would react. [color=f26522]"Tell me if there are any other rules you wish for me to undo, otherwise..."[/color] Lukas arm moved up swiftly, pointing directly at Sorcha, unrelenting, despite the odds, the opposition were all against him once again.

Lukas still wasn't giving up.

[color=f26522]"... take my blade if you wish, Lady Sorcha, and we shall begin."[/color]

He was still determined, despite how outrageous this whole spiel was... but he still wasn't going to give up without trying, not by a long shot.[/center]
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