The Rp~~ [Toulouse Academy of Refinement~Year 2]

Akio nodded. "Then will we begin today, right now. While we walk to the forge I want you to tell me about your fighting style." He said suddenly serious as he walked towards his personal forge. He looked at Nella wondering what her take in the whole thing.
 
She followed him with a wince. "Fighting style... umm. Light on my feet, using the illusions to misdirect my opponent... I've... never actually fought before, so that's just what I think I'd do? I... barely managed to figure out how to hold my katana, actually." And now she was curling into herself, hoping he didn't get mad about it. "I.. I mean, I've read about them of course, but never done it myself. In fact... for even my bow I'm mostly self-taught..."
 
Akio glanced at her for a moment. "Then before i make your sword we will spar, so i can get a read of your basics which will be enough. Though i wouldnt try to use illusions on me since they wouldnt work anyway though i wont be using my power etheir. Besides how i shape your weapon wont have much affect on how you use your powers for it." He said before looking forward. They were coming near to the back of the store and in the distance you may smell burning coal.
 
She nodded again, glad he hadn't gotten mad when she admitted to not knowing something. Unlike her Uncle. Right, let's not think about that at the moment. It was a good thing he had a lot of swords... and even if she wasn't used to the kind she held, the rapier, she could still use it for her untrained movements. Though this is more of a poking... no, the word is piercing, weapon than a slashing one like the Katana. "Right." It was time for her to be ready to get heavily bruised, she supposed... he looked strong.
 
They got into the forge, materials and weapons lined the walls both half finshed and completed. He moves various projects till his work station was clear and tidy taking only a few minutes. "Fight with one of the katana's one the wall." He said starting to heat the forge.
 
Obediently grabbing the nearest one that didn't look like it would be too big for her, and finding it slightly lighter than her own families, probably because it was made of newer and better materials. She looked at the hilt carefully, then adjusted her hold so it was firm but not inflexible, and held the sword in front of her. Once she was sure she could at least attempt to use it she asked him, "Do you want me to do some practice swings first, or jump right into it?"
 
Akio didnt answer her, at least not in a traditional sense. Instead he turned with a hand on his hilt and did a small bow, a japanese practice done at the beginning of a duel. Then he suddenly drew his katana so fast to most people it would be a blur slicing at her stomach, if it was gonna hit he would turn the blade and hit her with the flat. The blow was powerful so even with the flat hitting ti would sting.
 
She grimaced, but quickly attempted to block the strike, glad that she could move quickly, her eyes uniquely matched to seeing the subtle changes in light bending, and managed to just barely tap the offending sword, stepping backward quickly in an attempt to avoid the weapon. A slight wince, she hadn't managed completely after all, but she turned what was going to be a block into a horizontal strike at him, stepping forward and to the side in an awkward, but still mostly correct, movement. She put her strength into it, but didn't bend and instead used the momentum of her step to add strength. And right after she had almost connected she circled around him, attempting to avoid a return attack.
 
Vladimir said:
"yes. i hurt a tree. i punched it and this feeling shot through my arm, and red started seeping from it. the feeling was later described as "pain" and i was mad because i felt like i failed to protect someone, that i don't even know why i want to protect... and then i found out the stupid dog lied about me, and i lost it...." Archer said, fighting back more tears, sitting down at a table.
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Lexie said:
Alex kept her eyes cast down, visibly shaking with fear. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted a bit of metallic. She bit her cheek until it bled. She drew more into herself, feeling more insecure and scared.
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SaphireTsuki said:
She grimaced, but quickly attempted to block the strike, glad that she could move quickly, her eyes uniquely matched to seeing the subtle changes in light bending, and managed to just barely tap the offending sword, stepping backward quickly in an attempt to avoid the weapon. A slight wince, she hadn't managed completely after all, but she turned what was going to be a block into a horizontal strike at him, stepping forward and to the side in an awkward, but still mostly correct, movement. She put her strength into it, but didn't bend and instead used the momentum of her step to add strength. And right after she had almost connected she circled around him, attempting to avoid a return attack.
Akio didnt even seem to give the horizontal cut much consideration. It was very powerful but a simple dodge if he timed it right, but really he didnt even need to dodge. Instead he stepped into her katana range making it so her extended arm would hit him instead of the blade as he entered the katana's minimum range. invalidating his own weapon as well since he was so close but he didnt seem to mind. Blocking her arm with his own and using his close proximity to slide with her in her attempted circle, his feet moving gracefully like a dancer his hand shot out to attempt to grab her collar and pull her towards him and with his other he attempted to punch her in the face full force. While Akio was avoiding wounding her severely he was not adverse to causing her pain, in a real fight she would have to be used to it. He did not attempt a second punch and instead slid back his katana rising in a upward cut as he slid back hoping to make use of her disorientation if she was hit by his punch or her distraction from having dodged it. Once again if it turned deadly he would only hit with the flat of his blade.
 
Evangeline walked about, she wasn't feeling like heading to her dorm but she wanted to be somewhat alone. Maybe someone's silent company would be alright... Sighing she rubbed her arms and ten blinked as she saw Drake make his way to her.


"Drake..."


"Hear me out."


Looking at him Evangeline sighed and then dropped her guard ever so slightly. Smiling softly he walked towards her going to explain everything to her.
 
Obviously she was outmatched. It was a fact, and she'd known it from the beginning, but... still. OW. And it was embarrassing that her first attempts at attacking him not only hadn't connected, but had led directly to his second attack. And third. she couldn't move and was thus hit full-force... and sadly knew that this probably wasn't his full strength. For a few seconds spots filled her vision, but she shook her head and let herself drop down and rolled slightly to the side. This time, only because it was an upward strike and she'd gone to the side, she avoided the full brunt of his attack, glancing on her shoulder, causing her to roll forward as well a bit. And then she was back up, squashing her desire to roll the arm that was hit, one eye alternating between shut and open, but not backing down. She couldn't beat him, and that wasn't even the goal, but she could try and hold on until the end. She scooted back, staying away from the head of the forge, focus mainly on Ako as she made certain to be able to hopefully block this attack, sword in front of her again.
 
Akio was looking directly at her his eyes focused and deadly. Akio was always different in a fight then he was else where. In the lab it had not been as obvious as he had been so consumed by his worry for winnie but akio took great joy in the fight, to feel adrenaline pumping threw your veins and prevailing over your opponent with your own strength. However his face reflected none of that, he was calm and precise, as deadly as the blade he was holding. Akios entire body was a weapon and one he used to its fullest extent. This was because he believed fighting closer to a art form then simply a bloody sport of killing each other. But at the same time akio was not your traditional warrior as he modified himself off the samurai who were known and encouraged even for a foot soldier to be wise enough to know when to wield the blade and pursue many other talents. Bushido was the code he followed and he wouldnt play unfairly in a one on one duel, his pride wouldnt allow it. He held his blade up like he was gonna slash downwards even though he was several feet away when he suddenly stepped forward moving several steps in a long stride and sliced downward with all the strength in his body before checking the blow and seemingly slashing upwards from the right side his sword held by his right and balanced on his left but around time time when most fighter would start putting a block up he shifted his sword to his left and let go of the sword with his right hand slashing upwards in the opposite direction a bit more sloopingly due to not having a second hand to balance it but his right hand wasent idle and shot out like he was gonna punch her again before stopping and snapping his fingers to gain attention and pull it away from the sword in his left now slicing upwards with deadly force. Then as her attention was drawn back to his blade he went to attempt to grab her arm with his right that she may have considered only a distraction and pull her forward while sliding to the right and if she started falling forward due to his grab the back of her shirt and pull her back to him and put a blade to her throat. If not he simply slid backwards to the forge. Any blow that would have killed her usually was rotated to the flat of his blade.
 
She reacted on instinct, watching him intently and then moving to block each attack, attention only barely flicking to his arm, she couldn't block that while the deadly weapon was headed for her after all, and managed.... to miss every time. He was too fast for her clumsy movements, and though she was pushed forwards she attempted to at least tap him... only to stop as the cold of his sword met her throat. She didn't understand how he could be so... strong at this moment, but... but she had tried, and he knew her skill, so the goal was accomplished. She'd had no training, no practice, and barely knew how to properly hold the blade... and had at least managed to stay on her feet during his attacks. Maybe there was something to her Uncle's methods after all, but she wasn't supposed to be thinking about that while fighting... She stayed in the final position, not moving, and ignored the obvious pain from... how many strikes was it? She'd lost count after three, so focused on at least trying to stop herself from getting hit once. Which she hadn't even managed. Let's see, how many places hurt, and were probably bruising.... her head, her side... twice? No, three... four places on each? Her torso in three different spots... Yeah, she'd be getting used to pain, she was sure.
 
"That's enough." He said removing the cold steal of the katana from her neck and sheathing it. "I know what kind of blade I will make for you now." He said going over to his supplies thinking about the metal he wanted to use, it would have to be light.
 
Evangeline had finished speaking to Drake and the two parted as friends. She didn't know when he was going to talk to Celena and Phoenix but she hoped that the two of them would listen.
 
She bowed to him, placing the sword on the ground next to her and going into Seiza. Forehead on the ground, hands in front of her, and despite the pain she felt... I wonder if everything inside's ok? Not the time! her body rested on her legs, bent over completely so her belly faced, almost touched, the ground. And then she spoke, almost quietly, "Arigatou gozaimashita, Akio-sa, shishou!" She didn't know if he'd understand her, in fact she doubted he would, but she wanted to say it honestly in the only way she knew how. "I will be honored to receive a weapon from a master such as yourself."


And then she heard the footsteps, moved back up into a sitting position, and looked to the girl who was her roommate. Nervous, this would be their first interaction, she bowed to her again, not as deeply as to Akio, "H-hello."
 
Evangeline blinked and bowed back, "Hello..."


Looking at Akio she noticed how they both looked like they had been in a fight. Huh... She sighed and then looked at Saphire.


"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything."


Looking at both of them she asked with a straight face.
 
Akio looked back and from his small smile it was obvious he understood her words. "Your words honer me saphire-San. The forging may take several hours and while I don't mind if you take breaks you should be here for the majority of the forging." He said finally choosing the metal he desired. While it was large it felt incredible light even in this form. He looked at Evangeline as she walked in. "You don't interupt, we just finished sparing and now I will forge saphire a blade."
 
She bowed to Akio again, "I will have to leave at some time around sunset, Akio-shishou. I have... family matters. When that's finished I will return, though." And sunset was a long way away. So she'd just sit here, calmly watching him. Unless something happened. Though, how he would react to Evangeline being here... she patted the floor next to her, inviting the other woman to take a seat as well.
 
Evangeline gave a small bow and sat beside Saphire copying the way she was sitting and looked at Saphire.


"Is everything okay?"
 
(Technically Nella is still around as bree never had her run off.)


Akio took off his shirt reveling a hard and toned body heavily scares. The forge got hot and the newer cotton of shirt these days caught fire far easier then leather by errant sparks so he was used to working bare backed. He began heating the metal in the furnace while starting to shovel in coal, everything in his forge reflected a older style of forging refuting many of the newer forging styles used in modern day.
 
"Yes.... my... distant Uncle just likes checking up on me every day." She looked down at the ground, "You've never been in the room, but... he get's very... um, very vocal if I don't do things how he wants them done." she shrugged slightly, "It's nothing new. Just don't like talking about it, is all."
 

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