[ what's the fight scene equivalent of a fade to black, lum, so that we don't have to describe a fight in full.
but they don't back down, and don't tense up as he goes for his sword. ]
In one breath you question what I can do, in the next you're sounding like you've already accepted that I'll take you down. Are you really prepared to face me again, Blade? Or are you boasting to try and get a rise out of me?
Anything that happens will be in my control. I'm not the kind of person that gets out of hand.
[ We can definitely do something like that! Just describe things vaguely that happened like:
"Behind brackets: 'They fought for quite awhile, and then eventually tired themselves out', or 'It was a tough fight, but eventually (character) claimed victory', etc.
After brackets: (potentially continuing dialogue if we thread for a lil bit)"
Either way, whatever kind of result of the match is definitely fine/can be up to you.
...As for Blade, he throws the other an amused smirk, seeming to not be bothered by it at all. ]
Why can't I do both? You have more or less indicated that it is your responsibility to protect this crew...but if I am able to best you, that proves that your position is untenable in ways then you can begin to understand.
So, come on, take me down if you can. Don't hold back.
[ Blade is drawing his sword out immediately, before charging ahead towards Adrastea... ]
[ we'll figure it out as we go along because on one hand, oh no fight scenes. on the other hand, oh yes fight scenes!
adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]
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but they don't back down, and don't tense up as he goes for his sword. ]
In one breath you question what I can do, in the next you're sounding like you've already accepted that I'll take you down. Are you really prepared to face me again, Blade? Or are you boasting to try and get a rise out of me?
Anything that happens will be in my control. I'm not the kind of person that gets out of hand.
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"Behind brackets: 'They fought for quite awhile, and then eventually tired themselves out', or 'It was a tough fight, but eventually (character) claimed victory', etc.
After brackets: (potentially continuing dialogue if we thread for a lil bit)"
Either way, whatever kind of result of the match is definitely fine/can be up to you.
...As for Blade, he throws the other an amused smirk, seeming to not be bothered by it at all. ]
Why can't I do both? You have more or less indicated that it is your responsibility to protect this crew...but if I am able to best you, that proves that your position is untenable in ways then you can begin to understand.
So, come on, take me down if you can. Don't hold back.
[ Blade is drawing his sword out immediately, before charging ahead towards Adrastea... ]
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adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
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Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]