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OOC: I am not sure I know all the information given about the boy mentioned in your post, but I suppose I will try and make the best of it. His name was Biff, was it not?
IC:
Ruka shrugged. This teacher did not seem to be very friendly, but she would warm up in time, like they all did. At least she did not sound like a fool. He'd dealt with enough of /those/ in the past.
He was supposed to spar and for now that seemed like the best plan. He did not know anyone in this class, nor what their strengths or weaponry were like so it really did not matter who he faced. All that mattered was whether or not he decided he would fight. If he did he would be sure to win. If not even if he lost it would be obvious that it had been by choice. He approached the nearest unoccupied student, the large boy that had just gotten to his feet.
"Sorry if I do not have an appointment, as you seem to be such a popular opponent, but would you mind if I was your next opponent?" His smile was disarmingly polite and the boy grunted in reply, not seeing much of a threat. Ruka was not sure how many times he had asked someone that question, but the sense of déjà vû never lessened.
"Fine. Defend yourself!" Biff yelled, swinging at the lighter fighter, his pride stinging from his previous defeat.
Of course, the blind swing was easily dodged and while Biff was recovering Ruka pressed the attack, delivering a flurry of jabs which, while not helped by a speed speciality, were too quick to be blocked by the heavy weapon of the other boy. At the rate the battle was progressing it would only be a matter of time before Ruka was able to wear down Biff.
Ruka's confidence was increasing as was evident by his arrogant grin. This did nothing to improve Biff's mood.
As would be obvious to any observer a fencing foil does not provide much in the way of defence and so in this scenario Ruka would have to rely on his own agility to avoid the blows, rather than block them. Being just out of hospital as he was the blue-haired student overestimated his endurance level at the time and what, to him, seemed like a strike out of nowhere Biff managed to knock him off his feet with the club.
Ruka gasped, the breath knocked out of him as he staggered back into a wall, one hand clutching his bruised ribs. How was this possible?! At the Academy things had been so simple. One little flick and the drop of a rose, then everything was over. He scowled and shoved himself away from the wall, glaring at the larger boy and trying to launch another attack.
Again, he found himself on the receiving end of a strong blow, but this time his foil clattered to the ground, skidding a short distance away. He barely managed to roll out of the way as Biff followed up his advantage. His slim, graceful fingers found and grasped the hilt of his sword and he swung it up in defence. Then, somehow, a new strength surged through him and he got to his feet, avoiding another swing.
"I...I...will win..." Ruka said through clenched teeth, assuming a defensive stance as he waited for Biff's next move. The signet ring on his hand was glittering in the room's light, matching the flicker of determination in Ruka's eyes.
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Ruka swung past Biff and spun as soon as he was behind him, then taking the opportunity to hit the club-wielding opponent with the hilt of his sword and sending him reeling. The next thing Biff knew the point of that foil was digging into the back of his neck. "Yield?"
/What a waste of time. If this had been the Duelling Arena this would have been over in less than a minute./
OOC: And now for the nostalgic moment of the day: "O roses of the noble castle..." |