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Futuristic new earth

"yeah I'm ready to leave I can wait for a little while if it is one on one"he waited outside the armory door when she came out he closed and locket and then went to the training room seeing Marcus was there rested his long sword blade on his left shoulder when they hit it made of metal hitting metal sound"I join okay but were going to do one on one okay"
 
Marcus looked at the captain, he had been curious about the skills of the former military officer but honestly he held a lot of military is disdain. Most of them relied more on guns and equipment then anything else, he found a lot of them a sorry sort. "Alright fine by me, me and saphire will go first, i need to be completely ready for her." He sat on the ground cross legged and closed his eyes.
 
"Alright fine by me"


((how fighting works we all have 10 armor on every body part we will roll a d20 to see if we hit them get above the body armor you hit if you don't you miss and we all have 20 HP okay and armor helps raise your body armor so tell me what you got and I'll tell you how much it adds))
 
Saphire nodded, taking the Ninjato into her right hand comfortably, taking off her scarf and putting it on the ground. Looking at both of them she said, blunt and cold, "Don't touch the scarf. I want it right here when I get finished with you two."
 
"I have no problem with that." He said getting up. "Me and you are first." His eyes usually holding a sort of hidden amusement are suddenly serious, like the eyes of a samurai, the eyes that could easily kill. He walked to the center of the room bent slightly with one hand of his blade. "Dont expect me to go easy on you."
 
Saphire bowed to him, her own normally-laser like eyes now blank sheets of ice. By the time she is standing straight she was as a still lake. No ticks, no shifting of weight, she stood perfectly balanced, Ninjato held backwards, blunt edge against her arm, wrist loose. Suddenly she struck, crouching a split second before leaping at him, spinning around in the air to use her hair as an obscuring method, the flash of the blade a warning as she brought it straight down towards his shoulder.
 
As she got ready to come at him his face broke out into a small smile. "Many battles can be ended in a single blow by a skilled opponent, the lightning strike." And in the moment she reached him he drew his blade in a blink of a eye, fast enough so that anyone not skilled at fighting wouldnt be able to follow it at all and even those who were would not see it easily. His blade matched with her in a second, having seen it and approximated where it was striking threw glimpses of the blade and its gleam in the light. The blow had a great amount of strength behind it as some one of his stature they may over power the smaller girl.


However he wasent done using the movement he drew with his left hand and blocked he was already sliding left using the momentum of the blow to move quickly even in close range like this. Checking his swing he seemed to swing at his left blade following the momentum only at the last second checking his swing and swinging at her right, the change in momentum would delay him for a moment however may leave her in surprise as many fighters dont change momentum mid blow and doing so as he did took a incredible amount of skill to not be sufficiently slowed for her to strike.
 
Saphire felt a large jolt as their blades met with a loud clang, quickly switching to a grinding sound. Not knowing exactly what he had planned she pushed against his blade, breaking out of the grip by throwing herself to his right, rolling across the ground and behind him, quickly swiping at his feet with one of her own, moving into a standing position, sword now held in both hands properly. He's too strong for a head-on approach, then. I thought so, but it was worth a try.





Now prepared to quickly evade his attacks she, bending almost vertical to the ground, brought her sword to quickly smack, blunt side, against his sword, hoping the slight sound would distract him as she quickly brought her leg to strike his opposite side in a roundhouse kick.
 
Finding the whole entire journal thing stupid, she rips out the page that she wrote on, even though she didn't write much except for dear journal. She still didn't want people thinking she would need a diary of some word. She grabs a lighter an catches the paper on fire and watches as it burns. She sweeps the ash into the trash can and wipes her hands clean. Her mind starts to wonder back to earth. Her makeshift family and her dog. She was told that she didn't need to take it and that they would all be there when she got back. She feels a tear roll down cheek. She quickly wipes it away, thinking that her father deserved what happened to him even if poor Bell(dog) had to suffer too. She then realizes that there will be no more dogs, or cats, or horses, or any kind of animal. If there's no more animals, then where does all this meat for burgers and hotdogs and fish keep coming from? She thinks to herself.
 
'Hmph so she threw herself to the right not knowing my next move, good move, distance is good for her because in close range she may lose to my strength.' He thought as he jumped into the air letting her food slide under him and landing which gave her just enough time to righten. 'She wont be trying that again, now what will you do next.' She swung his sword at him that met with a ring, for many fighter this would have distracted them. Not for him however, dirty fighting was his specialty as were feints. And when he was younger his teacher and fought him using the flat of his blade at first because he had disapproved of bokken which made students unused to the weight of a real blade. 'That sound is not the blade then. His eyes glanced seeing the foot already rising. Leaning slightly in the other direction one hand kept a tight grip on the sword while his other hand suddenly let go of his blade and put his hand in front on where she would hit and then he suddenly dropped to his knee's right when her leg would hit but kept his hand in place. if she was grabbed her leg would be brought down as well perhaps forcing her into a unprepared and possible defenseless position.


He let go almost immediately after rolling backward and tensed his legs working like a spring as he suddenly shot to her his sword suddenly was in his right hand in a very low arc at her legs. However this was a faint as his left hand was shooting even lower only for him to suddenly rise so his sword threatened to cut her around upper chest while his fist threatened to hit her stomach full force. however this was not the only blow, his knee that had risen him like a spring was coming at her her. The sword that looked offensive was actually defensive because the sword covered his leg and arm as they were both below the blade so any retaliation with her blade would hit the blade first. Even if she managed to block all 3 blows his forward momentum would not be stopped easily and he would ram her full speed and knock her to the ground while he went over her due to his momentum and brough his sword arm back with elbow coming in a deadly downwards blow.
 
Saphire, recognizing the situation for what it was, an absolute loss, chose which blow would cause the most damage quickly blocked the sword with the side of her own, even if her arm got cut at least her heart wouldn't be injured. She put all of her strength in blocking it, and allowing both the punch and kick to carry her out of his path, rolling upon landing, sword barely kept hold of due to the pain rolling in her body. Well. She hadn't lasted nearly as long as she'd thought she would without getting hit, but pain was normal in a fight, at least she had avoided any potentially fatal attacks. Coughing slightly from the effects of being punched in her gut she stood, refusing to touch where his knee had landed.


((I rolled twice for both hits, and once for the bladed edge of her sword rubbing against her body. I got a 1 for the sword, 8 for the punch, and 14 for the kick. Tell me I did it at the right time. And how do I know when I lost, do I just say I give?))
 
"Are you finished? We can keep going if you want too." This man didnt even seem tired at all. She was good, frighteningly good, but as his master had said when he killed him, he was a true monster.
 
"I'll not give up so quickly, bodyguard." Though her side felt like it was on fire. No, she had to focus, a foe like this would be the death of her if she gave in now. Even if, in the end, she knew she'd never win... she still had to try to get in at least one real blow. So, pushing back her pain and the trickle of fear that had worked it's way inside, she began to run towards him, each step on her left jarring her senses with pain, but she'd get used to it. She had to.


Upon closing the distance she did something that she would never have done under normal circumstances, she threw her Ninjato at the enemy. Using it as a method of distraction she crouched as low as she could, twisting her arms so they could be aimed at his chin, and sprung up, using every inch of her remaining strength and momentum in a last ditch effort at taking him out, face a block of ice now. She was prepared for defeat if it didn't connect, but if her palms did meet him, she would count it a victory to have so much as touched him.
 
He was un-surprised she got back up, she was stubborn and strong but unfortunately he planed to crush her here. She ran directly at him which confused him. Didnt she already know this strategy didnt work, she must be getting desperate. With a sigh he got ready again his blade out. Then she threw her blade at him, he was shocked, so shocked he barley blocked it. For a expert to let go of their sword, unthinkable.... But it happened and he should have been ready. He knew he couldnt dodge the next blow so he started jumping backwards to minimize how much force he was he was hit back. When he was hit he knew if she attacked again while he was like this he was done, but the blow never came. She was too tired, too hurt. He rolled and got up slowly. "Good, you knew you couldnt beat me normally so you went for complete surprise, if you had a follow up attack id have been in trouble." He puts his sword down on the ground. "Now we are even." He knew she had no chance but he would strike full out anyway, for her honer. He leapt forward his fist in a dangerous arc at her face however as he moved his regular stride became irregular as suddenly his leg shot out at her knee which would dislocate it in a single blow, unless she dodged both at once the first would slam into her face at least and probably take her down in a single blow.
 
dropping the longsword and with great speed he pushed Saphire away he blocked punch with his left arm and the leg that was about to get hit he lifted up and did a sideways kick to the side of his ribs"she is done"
 
Saphire, for her part, was completely spent. She barely felt Xobic push her out of the way, at the moment it had been all she could do to stand. Body screaming in pain, mind numb from sheer exhaustion, she just lay there, conscious but not thinking. Had something happened? She was laying on the floor, so it must have. Did I hit him? I don't remember. It didn't matter, not really. She'd found a goal, something to work towards... more importantly she knew she probably should stay awake. Wasn't there some sort of reason to stay awake when you were hurt like this? She didn't remember... she hurt to much to remember. So instead she lay there, hoping the cool ground would help whatever was hurting.
 
Akio simply blocked the kick with one hand and shrugged. "She hadent surrendered, and i dont know how it was for you military but her pride and mine demanded that i move again." He walked over to her and said. "Im gonna take her to the doc so we'll have to put this fight on hold for now, unless you want me to end you quickly." He said in a deadly serious voice.
 
"like you said military have to protect you were about to do more damage then oh how's your hand you just hate metal"he rolled up his left sleeve showing off a metal arm"and you may take her to the medic I can wait a little longer"
 
He gave him a nod, he couldnt expect him to understand right away. He was military, it was obvious he wouldnt understand the mercenary's pride who survived on thier own. With surprising gentleness for the brutality he just shown he picked her up gently, careful no to move the wounded area's to much in a bridal carry. This close to him she could here his heart beat and feel the muscles in his chest, the strength that defeated her. "Ill be back to beat you soon. Also...." He holds up his hand showing only slight bruising. "Im fine dont worry your soft little head about it." With a chuckle he walked out the room carrying her.
 
"that's only if you beat me"he saw the scarf on the ground it was Saphire he pick it up and then folded it he went out the room seeing that Marcus was pretty far away down the hall he toss it to where is Leonard on Marcus left shoulder"she forgot that"he entered the room and set down waiting for his return
 
Saphire, only half-aware of the world, felt her ear against his chest. The sound of a heartbeat, so far and so close... one she wasn't required to end. Something in her, some tense coil, untangled. That's right... he's human too. The thought didn't comfort her, though it flitted in front of her mind before fading away. It just made her body, which still held the tension of battle, entirely go lax. Just like when she had been younger, she was being sent to a healer by the being who had defeated her. Slowly her eyes closed, both unable and unwilling to stay open. She was safe, for now at least.
 
He got to the docs office pretty quickly. He kind of wondered what kind of sight he made right now, 'a big man carrying a pretty girl in his arms. Sounds like the end of a action movie.' He thought to himself as he set her down on the bed gently. 'Bruised maybe cracked ribs and a bruised stomach, if she had taken that last blow she wouldnt wake up for awhile.' He sat down and waited for her to come around a bit while he started reading again.
 
Black was what met her when she woke up. It was the other end of her eyelids, so she forced them awake. Slowly, carefully, she tested all of her extremities, moving her fingers, then her toes, and then her nose. Once she was certain none of her nerves had been damaged she inched into a sitting position, letting out a near-silent hiss when the sheer wall of pain hit her, and lay down. She stubbornly refused to look to either side and see whomever had brought her here. Did I hit a train or something? No, wait, it'd be the other way around.
 
"So your awake." Marcus said looking up from his book. There was a single bruise on his chin from your last hit. "Throwing your sword at me was cheeky, i was gonna hit you once more for that but mr. military stopped me." His face which showed mock serious softened into a small smile. "That was a good move and a decent fight, very few can even match me that far." He said putting the book down all the way.
 
Nichole gets up, deciding to walk around the ship for a little while. She begins to wonder into parts of the ship that she had never seen before. She sees a sign that says medical center. Wondering who would be running that, she enters only to find Saphire laying on a bed in there just waking up. She feels a need to ask her if everything is okay and if she needs any help, but quickly stops herself, thinking that Saphire would find her annoying and weak. She notices a man in there with Saphire as he speaks to her. Nichole decides to try and warm up to Saphire and then maybe she could get what happended out of her. "Hey Saphire. Didn't see you as the doctor type." She says as she walks in and eyes the man.
 

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