[h1][u][b] Latin District - Alley-Hidden War [/b][/u][/h1]
[h2][b]Set: 1/??? (3) 3 X 4 [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uStWYhENgJk]Yazhua versus Noon[/url][/b][/h2]

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


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She was fast, fast both in the sense of the speed of her movements and in her decisions. The hesitation and delay she had was small, swiftly making decisions, swiftly reacting. More than anything the way she carried herself wasted little. The martial arts of the east. Her visage alone revealed her roots, but her movements were the true proof of her background.

A textbook perfect redirection came towards his spear to redirect it. Even if he saw it coming he could not completely stop himself, so instead he pushed at the end of the spear while letting go, sending it spinning in counter to the way it flew. An act more to pressure and halt her advance rather than kill. 

[i]Palamedes[/i]

From his sheath came the hilt of a  long blade, a curious mix between a sword and spear due to its hilt that could lengthen or shorten, similar to the famous weapon of the Trojan hero that switched between forms. With it in his hand he felt the oath he made burning in his mind. An oath made to a blade, an oath made to a knight.

Sir Palamedes.

[i]"The battle must be one-on-one"[/i]

It was perhaps his terrible advantage. The lack of need to commit to a single weapon, the arsenal of oaths that weighed down on him yet paradoxically gave him strength. In combat without arms she would surely outdo him, but he needed not overextend to preserve his advantage of arms. 

He felt the world shrink. He felt his mind hone in further, further, further.

His breath disappeared, the only thing in his head outside of that oath that vibrated so loudly in his mind being those eyes. 

He wasn’t alone.

Iaido.

A Japanese martial art.

An art that focused on preparedness and an immediate flow into opposition. A swift presence which paradoxically was a path to nothingness. Yet he was far from a master who could reach zero or infinity.

All he could do was cut things away from himself until he reached one goal. It was a comforting exercise, a ritual in mimicry that simply was something he took to. 

He slashed. [color=f26522]"Cross Ecliptic!"[/color]

Magical energy overflowing from his blade as he met Yazhu, intersecting her with his blow. He held no restraint, Palamedes swung forth with the full intention of defeating her. But even if it were to strike… with the magical energy that surrounded her and her potent enhancements would it be enough? He did not ponder the question as a doubt but rather because he felt that this battle would not end without more.

A touch of guilt. Somewhere deep inside he wished to see just how strong this girl is. That interest in a fight was something he could only feel ashamed of. He was a blade for his lord. That’s all he needed to be.