[h1][u][b] Latin District - Alley-Hidden War [/b][/u][/h1]
[h2][b]Set: 1/??? (2) 3 X 4 Yazhua versus Noon[/b][/h2]

[@SSW] [@KoL] [@Subjectvision]



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The battle began with a rush beyond normal men. Noon rushed forth, spear-first with a speed exceeding that of a normal reinforced magus, his body enhanced two-fold by his conditioning and the circulation of magic to reinforce himself the blur of steel thundered forth, propelled in a swift thrust that aimed for her chest. His power was no different story, the rush of wind and the sensation of danger that would surely spark across the nerves and skin of the other combatant proving it so.

It was a frightening blow. But it was hardly his only one. Striking her or not he didn’t stop, pulling back both in blade and body so as to maintain the distance between them. 

 Do not let her escape, do not let her close in. A chaser when one marked themselves as prey, a defender when one barred their fangs. To fight with a spear was to punish and control distance. 

His weapon glimmered with magical energy as it flew in a series of following blows that chased after her as he carefully paid attention to her coming movements. As swift as her movements might be his awareness honed in on her and followed her.

The throbbing in his head continued, but it didn’t hurt anymore. This was something he could handle. This was not the strain in trying to see the splendor of a heroic legend. He could not see the future but he could see, he was aware of her movements, seeing in clear detail with his vision how her body shifted.

A dance of ebb and flow. Cautious and yet aggressive. 


[@The World]
[h1][b][u] Business District -  A clothing shop and streets[/u][/b][/h1]

[h2][b]What Do We Wear? (Values and Clothes): [/b][/h2]

[img]https://i.imgur.com/YarKC0l.png[/img]

"Mhm, hurrying. I’m fine with that. But which is it? Are we hurrying away from them?”

Then he smiled as he suddenly turned into a shop. “Or are we hurrying towards them?” 

“There’s no sense in being scared. That’s a way you lose freedom. But there’s no sense in going out of your way for danger or trying to prove something by being brave either. Shackles, obligations. I’m a lawbreaker who didn’t let what I want and what the law stare at each other in some cold war. But I didn’t act as some rabid animal either. Restraint is good to an extent, or well, what is it really? What’s to say is the difference between living without fetters and doing things crazy without care? Is living without worrying about the consequences or indulging into madness freedom? I don’t think so. You stop being human, you stop being yourself. You’re a monster, or you’re a useless wreck then.”

For a moment he became silent, a small nostalgic and ponderous smile forming on his face as he tried on hat after hat. 

“Living free, hm, now that I think about it, it’s hard to explain. Living in the frontier where the laws and rules were poorly defined maybe my freedom was a bit poorly defined too? But all I can say is that freedom was the real thing. Isn’t that how someone like me somehow became a legend?

“All I can say master is don’t worry about the rules, the world, or people. Do what you want, but don’t lose who you are.”

He finally chose a hat, and nicked two. “Let’s go now~” he said with a pip of cheer, tugging on his master’s hand and leading her out swifter than the workers of the shop could follow without hurting her. 

“So what’ll it be?”