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Ragya, still quite taken aback by this all too sudden and extreme series of events that had wrung her from the placidity of her aimless wandering into some sort of competition that she herself possessed a worrying dearth of knowledge of. When she had first been thrust into this rather inane situation, Ragya had felt, beneath the predominant feeling of utter confusion, natural inclinations such as the possibility of returning home and the veracity of this event. All of these anxieties soon wore themselves out as Ragya observed that the events around her were connoted by a distinct levity that assuaged any fears of warped intent. Ordinarily, a display of godly power such as the capacity to pluck an unsuspecting being from an entirely separate reality on a whim would have struck fear to those victimized, and indeed Ragya initially had harbored many worries regarding this series of rather remarkable events. But just the tone of her new environment provided a face behind this power play that was distinctly devoid of intent to harm, and Ragya's honed perception and instinct had gently beckoned her to accept these novelties.
With an attitude marked at once by defeat and curiosity for the future, Ragya decided to entrust her efforts toward her endeavors regarding the challenges provided to her and her competitors. In any case, the "prize" of recognition seemed quite enticing though not necessarily one that Ragya particularly required, but would serve as an appreciable impetus regardless. Now for this first challenge, it seemed that Ragya would have to impress the "gods" of this challenge through any means possible. Her arsenal was rather limited in this aspect. She did not possess the artistic flair or sense to produce a spectacle that would leave one gawking in aesthetic admiration. She lacked the tact and suave to thoroughly impress upon her judges a histrionic appeal. The sole talent among her shallow pool of ability that she was actively proud of was her excellence in the beauty of refined combat. Differing from the norm attributed to artistry, Ragya admired the supple nature of physical expression. The acerbic screams of clashing steel resounded with a vigor completely devoid in tamer expressions. The pressures of battle that weighed so heavily and yet so gracefully upon both one's mind and body in a syncretic song of galvanization could not be replicated by any other means. The imperceptible hints of impassioned battle that defined one's survival were base in nature yes, relating almost wholly towards the primal subject of survival, but still such minor indications coalesced remarkably into the blood rushing, heart pounding energy characterized in combat.
Perhaps Ragya's tastes would be deemed as barbaric, but it was a taste rooted in universality. The intrinsic desire for survival emits an effusive scintillation that radiates the entirety of the minds of rational thought. A basic instinct yes, but what is to say that a basic pushed to its extremes is no less admirable than sophistry barely effable? With this comfort in her heart, Ragya prepared her performance. Ragya eyed the computer before her, a contraption she had never once witnessed in her life. However, her acute intuition coupled with the clear presentation of the device's workings facilitated its operation, and soon, after a minute or two of fiddling, Ragya was able to erect two dummies specially composed of organic material but clad in different sorts of armor arranged in a single file fashion, with a space of three meters between each dummy. With precise, measured steps and breathing ever so slightly rustled by an underlying glimmer of nervousness, Ragya presented herself upon the arena and performed a rather awkward bow to the audience, obviously unused to this sort of display.
Breathing in deep draughts of air, Ragya eased the natural tension building up within her body. Her muscles relaxed and her posture slightly slouched. Her eyes flittered in comfort and her dusty silver hair fluttered in response to her motions. Breathing out with a lingering exhalation, Ragya focused her will and directed it through her body. Once more her muscles tensed, but rather than in anxiety, they prepared for direction. Her eyes glimmered with the brilliance of ardent zeal inherent to intensive exertion. She felt her blood rushing through her body, sharpening her senses, granting her mind an unique lucidity. She impressed upon herself self imposed notions of battle, visualizing the dummies as genuine enemies. In concurrence with this paradigm shift in mindset, Ragya's body began to flow with the dark magic inherent to her race of demons. Brilliant teal green energy that streaked and crackled like electricity began to course about her form, dancing like mad dervishes. Her physical constitution became reinforced, strengthening beyond the realms of what an ordinary human could strive towards.
With remarkable sleight of hand, Ragya unsheathed her dual rapiers from the sheaths at her sides, brandishing them towards her "enemies". Her posture lowered and she instinctively dragged her dominant right foot in front of her and began pushing her weight on it, ever so slowly slinking downwards like a panther poised to mangle its prey. Her first enemy was clad fully in thick leather armor. Utilizing her forward right foot as a pivot, Ragya pushed herself off the ground at low altitude, barely gliding over it while positioning both her arms to her left side beside her head with the wrists cocked so that the rapier blades were at a perpendicular angle to the line of direction formed by Ragya's head. Abusing the intense acceleration of this explosive dash, Ragya simply flicked her wrists forward while thrusting out her arms to impact the leather clad dummy. Ordinarily this would be an action rather ineffectual. Leather armor of high grade was easily durable enough to mitiagte a vast majority of an arcing slash such as the one that Ragya performed. However, Ragya would circumvent this obstacle through an aspect of her natural combat: dark magic. Ragya's twin blades struck true, but barely managed to push through the thick walls of armor, barely creating two minor lacerations upon the dummy. The same wondrous dance of dark magical energy began streaking from Ragya's body, conducting from it through the blades of her rapiers, streaking forward with reckless abandon, invading the flesh body of the dummy.
Without breaking her pace, Ragya finished concluded her original leap in front of the second dummy, which was clad in the traditional platemail of a knight. With a quick flick of her left hand, Ragya tossed her left rapier aside. Refocusing towards the armor clad knight in front of her, Ragya tensed her upper body muscles in preparation for the explosive blow she would need to impart upon this dummy. Rooting her balance firmly in a wide stance so as to generate as much power from the earth as possible, Ragya raised her right rapier above her head and grasped the upper end of it with her left. She then angled the blade so that her hand was not in the way of its downward trajectory towards a sliver of relatively unguarded space between the knight's thickly plated neck area which allowed for free movement of the head. Utilizing her rapier as a club and adding in a burst of force by pushing it downwards in a hacking motion with her left hand, Ragya slammed her blade into the knight's neck, only to meet a layer of chain mail that screeched under the sudden force imparted upon it, but promptly shattered to yield a deep wound. The same dark magic flowed into this wound in voracious streaks, as if heralding a death knell.
The two dummies began to convulse violently within a few seconds after their wounds had been inflicted. These convulsions quickly heightened in intensity and fervor. The knight's plated armor began rattling under its force, and the leather clad dummy's armor began undulating like a wild sea subject to the rigors of storm. In a sudden instant, both dummies ruptured in an expansion of flesh and blood, plate and leather armor flying in chaotic centrifugal force from their respective dummies. Crackling energy laced this gruesome display, illuminating it with a teal shade as if in mockery of artistic display.
Satisfied with her performance but distinctly unsatisfied that one of her cherished blades was now bent into a misshapen form, Ragya performed another haphazard bow before exiting the stage.
With an attitude marked at once by defeat and curiosity for the future, Ragya decided to entrust her efforts toward her endeavors regarding the challenges provided to her and her competitors. In any case, the "prize" of recognition seemed quite enticing though not necessarily one that Ragya particularly required, but would serve as an appreciable impetus regardless. Now for this first challenge, it seemed that Ragya would have to impress the "gods" of this challenge through any means possible. Her arsenal was rather limited in this aspect. She did not possess the artistic flair or sense to produce a spectacle that would leave one gawking in aesthetic admiration. She lacked the tact and suave to thoroughly impress upon her judges a histrionic appeal. The sole talent among her shallow pool of ability that she was actively proud of was her excellence in the beauty of refined combat. Differing from the norm attributed to artistry, Ragya admired the supple nature of physical expression. The acerbic screams of clashing steel resounded with a vigor completely devoid in tamer expressions. The pressures of battle that weighed so heavily and yet so gracefully upon both one's mind and body in a syncretic song of galvanization could not be replicated by any other means. The imperceptible hints of impassioned battle that defined one's survival were base in nature yes, relating almost wholly towards the primal subject of survival, but still such minor indications coalesced remarkably into the blood rushing, heart pounding energy characterized in combat.
Perhaps Ragya's tastes would be deemed as barbaric, but it was a taste rooted in universality. The intrinsic desire for survival emits an effusive scintillation that radiates the entirety of the minds of rational thought. A basic instinct yes, but what is to say that a basic pushed to its extremes is no less admirable than sophistry barely effable? With this comfort in her heart, Ragya prepared her performance. Ragya eyed the computer before her, a contraption she had never once witnessed in her life. However, her acute intuition coupled with the clear presentation of the device's workings facilitated its operation, and soon, after a minute or two of fiddling, Ragya was able to erect two dummies specially composed of organic material but clad in different sorts of armor arranged in a single file fashion, with a space of three meters between each dummy. With precise, measured steps and breathing ever so slightly rustled by an underlying glimmer of nervousness, Ragya presented herself upon the arena and performed a rather awkward bow to the audience, obviously unused to this sort of display.
Breathing in deep draughts of air, Ragya eased the natural tension building up within her body. Her muscles relaxed and her posture slightly slouched. Her eyes flittered in comfort and her dusty silver hair fluttered in response to her motions. Breathing out with a lingering exhalation, Ragya focused her will and directed it through her body. Once more her muscles tensed, but rather than in anxiety, they prepared for direction. Her eyes glimmered with the brilliance of ardent zeal inherent to intensive exertion. She felt her blood rushing through her body, sharpening her senses, granting her mind an unique lucidity. She impressed upon herself self imposed notions of battle, visualizing the dummies as genuine enemies. In concurrence with this paradigm shift in mindset, Ragya's body began to flow with the dark magic inherent to her race of demons. Brilliant teal green energy that streaked and crackled like electricity began to course about her form, dancing like mad dervishes. Her physical constitution became reinforced, strengthening beyond the realms of what an ordinary human could strive towards.
With remarkable sleight of hand, Ragya unsheathed her dual rapiers from the sheaths at her sides, brandishing them towards her "enemies". Her posture lowered and she instinctively dragged her dominant right foot in front of her and began pushing her weight on it, ever so slowly slinking downwards like a panther poised to mangle its prey. Her first enemy was clad fully in thick leather armor. Utilizing her forward right foot as a pivot, Ragya pushed herself off the ground at low altitude, barely gliding over it while positioning both her arms to her left side beside her head with the wrists cocked so that the rapier blades were at a perpendicular angle to the line of direction formed by Ragya's head. Abusing the intense acceleration of this explosive dash, Ragya simply flicked her wrists forward while thrusting out her arms to impact the leather clad dummy. Ordinarily this would be an action rather ineffectual. Leather armor of high grade was easily durable enough to mitiagte a vast majority of an arcing slash such as the one that Ragya performed. However, Ragya would circumvent this obstacle through an aspect of her natural combat: dark magic. Ragya's twin blades struck true, but barely managed to push through the thick walls of armor, barely creating two minor lacerations upon the dummy. The same wondrous dance of dark magical energy began streaking from Ragya's body, conducting from it through the blades of her rapiers, streaking forward with reckless abandon, invading the flesh body of the dummy.
Without breaking her pace, Ragya finished concluded her original leap in front of the second dummy, which was clad in the traditional platemail of a knight. With a quick flick of her left hand, Ragya tossed her left rapier aside. Refocusing towards the armor clad knight in front of her, Ragya tensed her upper body muscles in preparation for the explosive blow she would need to impart upon this dummy. Rooting her balance firmly in a wide stance so as to generate as much power from the earth as possible, Ragya raised her right rapier above her head and grasped the upper end of it with her left. She then angled the blade so that her hand was not in the way of its downward trajectory towards a sliver of relatively unguarded space between the knight's thickly plated neck area which allowed for free movement of the head. Utilizing her rapier as a club and adding in a burst of force by pushing it downwards in a hacking motion with her left hand, Ragya slammed her blade into the knight's neck, only to meet a layer of chain mail that screeched under the sudden force imparted upon it, but promptly shattered to yield a deep wound. The same dark magic flowed into this wound in voracious streaks, as if heralding a death knell.
The two dummies began to convulse violently within a few seconds after their wounds had been inflicted. These convulsions quickly heightened in intensity and fervor. The knight's plated armor began rattling under its force, and the leather clad dummy's armor began undulating like a wild sea subject to the rigors of storm. In a sudden instant, both dummies ruptured in an expansion of flesh and blood, plate and leather armor flying in chaotic centrifugal force from their respective dummies. Crackling energy laced this gruesome display, illuminating it with a teal shade as if in mockery of artistic display.
Satisfied with her performance but distinctly unsatisfied that one of her cherished blades was now bent into a misshapen form, Ragya performed another haphazard bow before exiting the stage.
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