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Post by GER on Jun 12, 2014 16:50:02 GMT -6
WELCOME! IT IS TIME TO BEGIN! All Brackets and Seeds have been randomized for optimum fairness by a computer number shuffler.
Banners from all over the world hang in the stands and down to the field as supporters and fighters have made pilgrimage here from all over the world. Some for glory. Some for gold. Some for the love of combat. All stand today in the great annual tournament that is in honor of the blessings of summer and the longest day of the year. The summer solstice. The lord, proud and regal but warm and friendly, stands in a booth far above the arena and through a primitive megaphone makes the welcoming announcement, echoing through the hushed arena as though there were speakers and high tech equipment all around "Welcome, one and all! We pay homage this day to the four gods of peace! And also the new addition to them, for which we offer thanks that we can at last after hundreds of years, hang up the banner of Zhadrah among the colors of our shining arena!"Thunderous applause erupted as the speech was made and further pomp and circumstance of parades across the feilds and prayers for the safety of the warriors were offered up to the Gods. Orik sat in disguise among the throng in the stands. As the tournament honored him and the other gods, it was customary for them all to keep an eye on the proceedings and to honor the winner when the time came to declare the champion. After all, it was only for the Gods to judge men. ~*~
Alright everyone! This thread is for the above mentioned participants ONLY! Any other posts into this thread will be met with consequences ranging from a warning to a temporary ban depending on the offense. As a refresher, here are the rules for the round! All other information can be checked here : Solstice Tournament
NOTICE: This round, due to inconvenience, will end at the same time as the other Prelims. Please do the best you can with time allotted. I apologize for the unforeseen and abrupt change in program.
GOOD LUCK TO PARTICIPANTS! PLEASE POST IN THE FOLLOWING ORDER:
Miyoko Yasu of Aquavia and then Geraldine Killian of Domhan Tir
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 13, 2014 8:45:10 GMT -6
OOH, ARE YOU READY GIRLS? OOH, ARE YOU READY NOW? Miyoko had to admit, while her first impression of Domhan Tir had been one of a backwards state with nonsensical rules and where the one thing that determined your path in life seemed to be a question of what was between your legs, the mercenary was pleasantly surprised and oddly happy to be proven wrong about one thing at least - these people knew how to have a good time. Granted, the place was still a bit basic for her own tastes, but it was a far cry from what she had been expecting when her boss had brought news of the tournament to her. Originally the idea had been to attract clients for their business - much of their work ironically came from mapping out dangerous areas and escorting people across said areas, but with the recent turn in events with the gangs back in Aquavia business had been slow as of late to say the least with people either too afraid to leave their homes for one reason or another.... or because they had already left the cities in their entirety. Not exactly good news for her paycheck or that of anyone else in the company, but this tournament was an opportunity to correct that - a place where influential people from all of the nations would gather to watch and participate, and a perfect chance to attract attention. The fact that people were basically too busy to keep an eye on her just was a bonus on top of that, plus there was one other perk to this place that wasn't available in Aquavia - no speed limits to get her into trouble.
As with all things, though, it eventually had to come to an end, and after a handful of days essentially spent living life in a way worthy of a college freshman on their first spring break without any supervision the woman had been pulled back to reality by her coworkers, and it was directly following the act of being collected that Miyoko would find herself briskly striding down the corridor leading to the arena. Already probably a few minutes late, and with that realization Miyoko admittedly felt a small twinge of guilt as she retied her hair into a tighter ponytail, wrapping it around her neck and over her shoulders as she reached the end of the hallway to suddenly emerge into bright sunlight. Far, far too sudden - she wasn't drunk anymore and the headache was gone, but godsdamn that was a bright light to be subjected to so quickly. Squinting against the sunlight as her eyes took a moment to adjust, the mercenary would only pause as she saw, to her surprise, that she was the first one there.
Unexpected, but as Miyoko blinked in mild surprise she had to admit that it wasn't too bad as surprises went. It'd definitely give her time to properly wake up, along with a few other things - after standing in place for a moment Miyoko would simply take a few steps away from the door before bending forward and reaching down - of all things, starting to stretch, moving to touch her toes for several moments only to repeat the motion and then beginning to move on to calf stretches. Probably something she should have done during her party induced haze an hour or so ago, but no time like the present. Besides, she had a bit of time before her opponent hopefully got there - for an unaugmented or otherwise normal human that was a long run of at least several seconds from the opposite door, and even as she stretched the mercenary was beginning to use her gift in a subtle fashion, pulling electrons from the ground beneath her feet to "charge". Not something the other person would be able to see, but it would be apparent soon enough. Or not, all Miyoko really cared about was having a good time with this, what the other person thought really didn't figure into that.
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Post by Geraldine Killian on Jun 13, 2014 15:05:42 GMT -6
She was suited up to the nines. She represented not only herself, but her family, her unit and her God. Shoulder armor, leather and her family dagger adorned her as she strode out onto the sands of the arena. It was brighter here than in the forest. The field was flat and vision was good. Useful.
In the stands, there were a few who knew her. Most for the political stance her family had since her father was a guardian shield. However, it was shield duty that caused her not to respond to the applause. They did not clap because they cheered. The clapped for being heard and acknowledged as connections to her clan. Besides all of that, the green eyes hidden beneath a bit of red hair were examining the stretching figure on the other end.
Fighting anyone from Aquavia was a tricky business because of the certain kinds of "amplifications" and other sorts of blasphemy that they used. She was certain that's why she'd been chosen for this. Through most of the northern villages, there were not many who had not heard of the archer woman. On her back was a quiver, neither large nor bulky, but full as it could be with the arrows she brought to aid her in her hunt. In her hand was a bow. No reason to hide it. She was smaller than most of the combatants who usually signed up for this honor. It would be foolish to rely on one single weapon.
Truthfully, her father had only finished briefing her. This fight would be personal, and possibly the one after, if another Shield shirked his duty in proving that Domhan Tir forces could handle any outsider threat that appeared. Intelligence had been warned that some of the participants had occupations that were more than questionable. Being allowed to win the favor of the Gods would be not only shameful... but dangerous. That could not be allowed. So the future head of the Killian clan was sent forth to do as Killians did... and to further prove herself to her father and her clan members... both as a Shield and a leader.
Geraldine Rosalie Killian gave a sharp salute as the fanfare to begin started. Then swiftly she moved into a better position to notch her arrow into her beloved bow, aiming carefully for the feet of the person. She did not want to kill... no... this was not a killing or food hunt... the seriousness of her face did not change though. This was about protecting all of Domhan Tir with a show that proved they were not afraid. They did not run. They did not stand down. They faced any opponent eyes open, teeth bared.
Sttuuuuuuuuuuuftnk
It fired, and should it strike the mark, the opponent she faced would be handicapped. At least for this fight. Ger would not stand as a target. She immediately used her small form to push herself over to the side of the arena, notching another arrow as she went...
One one thousand... two one thousand... three one thousand... FIRE!
As she angled herself, ready to push against the wall and head to another part of the arena, she fired again, aiming much the same way for the legs. Repairable, but crippling... For now, that was her strategy. She did not intend to kill on this holy battlefield... but she would not allow loss.
She prepared a defensive just in case, and then began barreling forward towards the woman, silent as ever as brilliant green eyes glowed with all serious and severity of a Kath Queen.
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1 arrow shot 1 arrow shot 1 closing the distance with possible physical tackle
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 13, 2014 16:10:29 GMT -6
OOH, ARE YOU READY GIRLS? OOH, ARE YOU READY NOW? Continuing to both mentally and physically prepare herself for the arrival of her opponent and the start of the even proper, Miyoko's mind refused to simply stay still. Part of it was the fact that she still had to keep at least a small part of her mind focused on soaking up power from the ground and building up the charge she was carrying, but a lot of it was genuine curiosity. What kind of person was she going to be up against? Hryst, Domhan Tir, that new nation she'd been hearing about in the news? Male, female, something in between for the lulz? More than that, what kind of fighting style? She might have looked like a bit of thug, but that wasn't to say she didn't have at least some degree of intelligence - and with said intelligence came curiosity. Granted, probably one of several things that she should have done before even stepping foot into the arena - looking up her opponents and seeing who they were and what they could do - but the other problem was that there really wasn't any fun in knowing ahead of time. Spontaneity was one of the things that made life fun, and a moment later the door on the opposite side of the arena would open and allow another woman to step forth.
Domhan Tir from the look of it, and probably military judging by the weapons she was carrying - all in pretty good condition, and the way the woman held that bow showed she meant business. Specifically, the bow that would be held up and aimed at Miyoko after only a moment of fanfare from the stands.
Having just paused in her preparations to hold up a hand in relatively friendly greeting, the grin on Miyoko's face would disappear nearly as quickly as it had been slapped on as the other woman drew and notched a bow - aiming relatively low, but frankly speaking Miyoko had never really been a fan of pain to begin with. Having already been drawing up an electric charge from the ground to begin with and well aware that attempting to dodge the arrow of a pro the old fashioned way was probably a bad idea, the mercenary would focus her mind to mold the charge in the ground into a vague path leading off to the side before "gluing" a positive charge to both her feet and the ground directly beneath it and sliding said charge to follow that path - in effect, the same trick that maglev trains used in her country. Purely mental, the action only took all of a moment to complete, with the only visible effect being to suddenly yank Miyoko sideways across the loose ground as the arrow shot foward, barely missing as it tore through the edge of her pants.
NOPE. FUCK THAT.
Still holding much of the charge from before and reabsorbing much of what she had just expended as her feet unglued from the arena's floor, Miyoko instantly made a note to avoid sitting still at all costs. Doing otherwise was not going to end well here, and putting on a burst of speed that heavily borrowed from the momentum generated by the earlier movement she would turn and dash off to the side as the second arrow cut through the space she had been standing a moment before, the quick movements of Miyoko's legs doing quite a bit to throw off her opponent's aim. Well, just enough to avoid taking a hit at any rate - it wasn't going to be something that Miyoko could keep up forever, and this was frankly where her irritation came from. What kind of bullshit was this where guns were apparently banned but bows were allowed?! Not a question that she would have much time to answer, though, as her opponent was already moving to close the distance between them.
Alright, fine. She wanted a serious fight, she'd get one. Pivoting on a foot, Miyoko would turn to allow the other fighter to begin closing the distance between them - with any luck the other woman had no idea what Miyoko was actually capable of, and that would play to the mercenary's advantage. If the Domhan Tir guardswoman wanted to go for a physical tackle, Miyoko would allow it - any sort of physical contact would horribly backfire with the slightest touch, and with that thought in mind the Aquavian would let an electrical charge start to circulate over the surface of her body and clothing. Not enough to kill, but definitely enough to induce a tazer like effect - loss of muscle control, temporary paralysis, that sort of thing, and contrary to popular belief electricity was not as visible as the movies made it out to be. She'd have no warning, and that was just the way Miyoko liked it.
"Want some? COME AT ME, BRO!"
Summary: Used her ability to yank her feet sideways across the ground to barely dodge the first arrow. No electricity visible.
Used the momentum from the previous maneuver to dodge the second arrow by foot.
Allowing her opponent to close the physical distance - nonvisible electrical current with strength comparable to a tazer to be delivered on physical contact.
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Post by Geraldine Killian on Jun 13, 2014 17:11:13 GMT -6
The opponent was yelling something, welcoming the hand to hand challenge. Geraldine's mind was focused but also calculating. In about three steps she would be in front of her opponent, in four there would be contact and she would have a choice to make. Did she knock this person down and pin them or suspect they had a weapon hidden on their person and keep attacking?
No weapon had been produced... but from what she knew, mercs didn't usually produce them immediately. Particularly if their opponents were obviously well trained. Surprise was a clever tactic if used properly. Loss of control and rage were weaknesses more than strengths. Had to handle this well, or her entire station would be shamed.
The position her opponent took left them wide open. It was a trap.
Her momentum was strong and would lead her to this person easily... but when she stuck her heel in the soft sand and slid to the side, she reached her arm back to produce her family dagger, sliding through the sand that offered little resistance in it's softness for her leather attire.
With a plunge the dagger was swinging forward, wickedly gleaming as it sliced through the air and aimed at extremities. This wasn't an execution... this wasn't an execution... this wasn't an execution...
Geraldine then hopped backwards to give herself room should the mercenary decide to unleash whatever trap it was they were hiding. Knowing that technology had been checked for, not only at the boarder, but also at the gates to the arena, Geraldine's mind was stroking over the list of weapons she knew and understood to scramble for some strategy she could use no matter what was about to be presented. Staves, spears, tridents, daggers, dirk, knives, swords, maces, slings, bows... The person's clothing wouldn't hide anything long range likely...
After leaping away she notched another arrow, aiming but not yet firing.
"... Thine own movements betray thee quite fully... yet thou hast drawn no weapon. Either thou art stalling for some opening or hast entered this on a whim. Such hardly seems befitting of a mercenary."
She fired once more at the person's feet before brandishing her blade once more. The warrior woman wasn't certain what game this little fox was playing at, but she was wise to most of the games animals played and she wasn't very pleasant to play with. Though yet her mind had not entered the idea that this person was blessed by the gods, she knew there was strange tension in the air. She felt as if she were the one being hunted, clearly... and that meant something was there she didn't see.
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1 - slash with dagger to arms
1 - dodge back/away
1 - arrow
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 13, 2014 17:37:06 GMT -6
OOH, ARE YOU READY GIRLS? OOH, ARE YOU READY NOW? COME ON. Really?! Was everyone packing something sharp and pointy in this tournament?! From what Miyoko had been told this was supposed to be a friendly gathering, if somewhat competitive - certainly nothing anyone was supposed to die during, and shit always happened when you played with fire, so to speak. Miyoko knew she wasn't one to talk, admittedly, or rather she wouldn't if she hadn't effectively sacrificed any semblance of social life to make sure she didn't zap someone by accident - the only reason her opponent hadn't been lit up like a lightbulb yet was because any jolt powerful enough to jump those couple of meters from her skin and clothing to that little metal object would be more than strong enough to stop a human heart. In any case, she didn't feel like being stabbed or cut - nope, not today, and definitely not by a damned toad sticker. Redirecting the charge from her skin to her nerves instead, the mercenary would instead kick back with greater speed and strength than a human would normally be capable of to put another meter or two between herself and that nasty little knife the other fighter was carrying as they swung, at least having the presence of mind to aim for Miyoko's arms instead of attempting to shank her.
And then, apparently, right back to the arrow, and at this range she highly doubted that dodging was going to be an effective option. That being said, there were still plenty of tricks up her sleeve and while it would be a dead give away to being something a little different from your average human being it was still better than having a stick lodged several centimeters deep in her shoulder. Deliberately allowing herself to stumble, Miyoko would drop and roll in the sand, picking up yet additional charge along with something of a passenger - essentially just an amplification of static cling, much of the sand would come up clinging to her clothes. Coming back up to her feet, Miyoko would finally pause to devote quite a bit more than her usual degree of attention to control, even further amplifying the static charge her body was giving off and the difference between that and the sand causing it to compact - not really true armor and something that would fall apart the moment she attempted to move, but enough to stop an arrow. Maybe. Probably.
"Weapon? Why the hell would I bother with one? I'm all natural, buddy." Miyo would reply, standing again and facing her opponent - at least, thankfully, her ability probably looking more like that of a geokinetic or something else. Brilliant thing about electrokinesis, as long as you knew what you were doing with it Clark's Third Law was in full effect - "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic". Granted, the full measure of that irony was not lost on Miyo since she very highly doubted anyone but the gods themselves had any idea how their gifts worked, but without a proper explanation here it was very likely that the guardswoman would simply take the ability at face value and not look any deeper than that. Or if she did, so what - without actually being able to know for a fact that Miyoko was effectively working with ideas she was pulling out of her ass there wasn't anymore to go on beyond what she saw. Regardless, the arrow fired hurt like a sonuvabitch - the feeling fairly similar to that of being punched in the foot, but while the projectile managed to knock the thin sandstone loose it failed to penetrate her skin.
Summary: Charge transferred to muscles/nerves to leap back and out of range of the knife.
Static cling used to pick up sand from the roll.
Charge amplified to condense sand into a thin armor.
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Post by Geraldine Killian on Jun 13, 2014 18:22:17 GMT -6
The sand confused her. It was building up into an armor.
"I'm all natural!"
... So then this would be like fighting Alistair...
She was outmatched by the God's choices.
This fight was no longer in her hands, but in the favor of the Gods. Which what little training she had about gifts, and this person not being a disciple of Orik, she knew well enough that she couldn't take anything for granted. This could be an illustration of many different things... for all intentions and purposes, it could be nothing at all but an illusion to make her think she was sorely out matched.
However to make a move on such a notion would be foolhardy.
And Geraldine Killian was not to be mistaken for a fool.
All applause and joviality had stopped. It was well understood what was happening on the battlefield now. It was no longer Shield vs. Outsider, it was training vs. the favor of the Gods. All who had made bets secretly ground their teeth. Geraldine had once been the favorite for this match, however now the odds looked astronomical that she would leave the arena in one piece, because there were three facts everyone who understood the world knew.
There were no technological weapons on the field, Gods' power was absolute, and Geraldine had not been blessed in any way by Orik.
However it seemed Jag or Dym had been generous.
But Geraldine was one thing that should never be underestimated.
She was a Killian.
Her gleaming green eyes narrowed at her opponent. "... And here twas thought that I would fight on equal ground..." She felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. She didn't like being lied to. She didn't like being sent out to fish for information that the military had obviously missed and she definitely did not like to be made a fool of.
Her family dagger seemed to whisper into her ears of blood once shed ... but for now she would ignore it. She knew surprisingly little about abilities... save what her childhood friend had shared with her. So from that... she gathered that it took years to master an ability... abilities could be rooted in just about anything; sun, water or otherwise... and she would have to take a risk if she planned to get anywhere from here.
She notched another arrow and aimed it, eyes now dark with the knowledge that was running through her mind and the instincts that were awakening within her from rage. If she was to be humiliated with loss... then let it be that they would know her from her roar and her claws... that even in death she would not be weak!
Her aim was sharp. You didn't play with fire without water to protect yourself. This person was capable of more than they'd let on and she was not going to allow this ridiculous match to end with her being fool to the pawn.
A rapid fire succession. Three arrows. Shoulder. Shoulder. Knee. She dug her heels into the sand in preparation. This was to be a long hard match... and it was likely she would still lose...
But she wasn't going down easily. Not with her father watching. Not with Domhan Tir judging her. Not with the Gods determining her worth.
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 13, 2014 19:01:13 GMT -6
OOH, ARE YOU READY GIRLS? OOH, ARE YOU READY NOW? Gods damn it, that stung! Just as with her foot Miyoko would feel something akin to three rapid punches as the arrows fired by her opponent slammed into the thin armor that the mercenary had managed to whip up, each arrow tearing off sand from where they hit to expose the skin and clothing underneath. Miyoko was just happy that her opponent hadn't fired any at her foot again, a fact that she was more than thankful for - the armor wasn't the toughest in the world, and the only thing that had given her the idea to begin with was that there was generally no better defense against a projectile than the ground itself. There was a reason that bunkers were a thing, and water was just a step down from that. That being said, metal tended to be tougher than most silicon based solids, and like with dodging this was only going to work for so long until the guardswoman managed to break through her defenses. As it currently stood there were three options - keep trying to rebuild the armor, a losing game since it wasn't a simple thing to beat out the speed of the other woman's shots, try and get close and taze her ass into the ground or try and go for a distance attack. Not something she really wanted to do, though, since that kind of bullshit wasn't her style - she'd gone into this looking for a fun fight between friends, not something capable of putting the other guy into the hospital for a while. Her boss had a lot to answer for.
"Oh, don't you hide behind that. You came at me with an arrow when I wasn't holding anything and was a normal person as far as you knew, then you pulled a knife on me after that." Miyoko responded, although the other woman's comment did more than piss her off a little. It was frankly the same hypocrisy that she'd come to expect from this nation as a whole - they were so focused on their dogmatic views of their faith that they failed to see that they were, in fact, violating it. Bows, arrows, knives.... all of that had to be forged somewhere, and by the very definition of technology they were going against their god every time they so much as used a wheel. The very way this tournament had started was proof enough - bows and arrows were apparently allowed, but any other projectile weapon that could conceivably be made from the same techniques as their metal weapons was banned just on principle alone. What happened if someone got injured to the point where they needed proper medical care, care that only one of the other nations could provide because they had bothered to develop their medicine to a modern level? 'Whoops, sorry, it would've been blasphemy to save this man's life'?
In any case, Miyoko was doubting that the other woman had any interest in listening to words - the guard had been so hot to skewer her foot earlier that she hadn't even had the chance to utter a greeting or wish her opponent luck. So much for sportsmanship, apparently. For the time being, however, Miyoko would simply focus on gathering even more power to herself, building up the electric charge her body was storing to an even higher level just in case she needed it. Which would probably be soon.
Asshat.
"If you're going to bitch about wanting a fair fight, drop the pointy things and I'll be glad to go fist to fist, no sand or other mystical BS. Hell, I'm only here because my boss wanted the advertisement, beyond that I'm just looking for a good time."
Summary: Shots blocked by armor, holes left when stricken.
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Post by Geraldine Killian on Jun 13, 2014 19:53:35 GMT -6
"Oh, don't you hide behind that. You came at me with an arrow when I wasn't holding anything and was a normal person as far as you knew, then you pulled a knife on me after that."
Geraldine continued glaring with her bright green eyes. After a long moment of examining every possible meaning the statement could have held, she crossed her arms, bow in one hand.
"You entered this tournament, did you not? On what backwards rock do you enter a tournament without means and desire to fight? The tournament allows weapons on the grounds that you know how to use them. Death on these holy grounds is not acceptable, hence each opponent must be able to handle themselves. It is for that reason that we do turn people away on occasion. It is also the reason you were looked into before you were permitted into this hallowed ring." She took a few steps forward, still with her arms crossed and gaze locked on her opponent. They wanted to speak? Very well. She would hear out anything reasonable. After all, as far as she was aware, this was not a wanted person and they had broken no law. "And, if you will recall... I did salute you before this began. Twas not as if the match had not started."
"If you're going to bitch about wanting a fair fight, drop the pointy things and I'll be glad to go fist to fist, no sand or other mystical BS. Hell, I'm only here because my boss wanted the advertisement, beyond that I'm just looking for a good time."
That comment actually struck a cord. Not the fair fight nonsense. That was this person's sour grapes. Everyone knew that if Geraldine had not acted first, that little gift this person had would have put her in a severe disadvantage. The upset that she'd actually come in fighting had possibly saved her ass. But this person was here to ... advertise? To show their strengths against those of the fighters of Domhan Tir? That could be arranged... and it fit her own orders rather nicely. But... She glanced down at the family dagger.
"...I cannot abandon the dagger to any fate or to any person. It is a physical representation of my heritage and my responsibility. However... I think there is a way for both of us to do as we must do to be happy."
She took out both daggers and, kneeling, stuck them into the ground a few feet from each other, edges pointing in at each other. There was a murmur in the crowd. Was she really doing what it appeared? After making sure both blades were well lodged into the sand she stood and wiped her hands before turning to her opponent.
"... Remove your shoes. We will do this the fair way. I will set my right foot upon my family blade, you will set yours upon the other. If either of us moves from there, we will be disqualified, and our foot cut to ribbons." She removed her gloves and wrist protectors as well as her quiver. "You will be fine with this outcome, if we do things this way?"
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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Jun 13, 2014 20:14:30 GMT -6
OOH, ARE YOU READY GIRLS? OOH, ARE YOU READY NOW? Better. Much, much better, and it went to show how useful talking actually was when you bothered to put any effort into it, and with her knees and foot still stinging a bit from the earlier arrows Miyoko was plenty happy to let the other woman talk all she wanted to. As for her earlier comments... well, guard had her there, and once again Miyoko would be having a very long, in depth conversation with her boss about that. At least three of those stipulations did technically apply to her, but as far as Miyoko had known this was pretty much just a glorified bar fight, a pissing match between the three - no, four now - nations to see which one had the strongest troops and fighters. Hence the advertisement logic - if she was able to hold her own against the best each country had to offer for this, it would draw in clients looking for muscle or anyone capable of handling themselves out in places like the Empire's wastes.
What the guard did next, though, was admittedly unexpected - at first the mercenary felt herself tensing up in reaction to the knives being drawn, ready to bolt for it or turn herself into a living bug zapper if the other fighter decided to continue the battle, but what they did instead would be to jam the blades into the sand. Okay, that was a new one, but more than that she would keep talking - and for the first time that match Miyoko liked what she was hearing. This, she didn't mind - a straight up slug fest, and while the guard might have been stronger than most people Miyoko was fairly certain that she'd be able to keep up without the use of her gift. Pretty much all of her daily use of it went into running and performing otherwise superhuman feats, but said gift still used her muscles to do it, and chances were that her training regimen was every bit as good as any military's, if not better. Worst case scenario she'd just juice a little to be able to take the guard on equal terms - like she had said before, she was looking for a good time, not to crush any and all competition. If her boss didn't like that, too bad - the bastard had already misled her about this whole ordeal once, and the mercenary wasn't looking forward to anything else they had forgot to mention.
"See, that's good. Amazing what you can come up with if you'd talk." Miyoko said, grin returning as she began to take off her shoes, the sand armor dissipating to fall back to the ground as she reabsorbed the charge holding the material to her. Watching the other woman do the same as her weapons and armor fell to the ground, Miyoko would pause for a moment to eye the blade before stepping forward to put her foot on the flat of it and gluing her foot down with more static - not to cheat, but simply to avoid injury. If she got knocked out, so be it, but she'd rather deal with a concussion or being choked into submission than stitches that would sting like a bitch for weeks to come. Taking in a breath and letting it out, Miyoko's grin would widen further to become positively predatory as she brought both arms up into a guard ahead of her face and upper body, free foot sliding outward to lower and widen her stance as she prepared for her opponent.
Summary: Battle style accepted, guard put up boxer style.
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