Rhilla sat on the railing of the bridge in Mac Anu, dangling her legs up and down. The Shidan gently hung around Rhillas belt, using a chain to go around the loops, then tying itself around the sheath of the sword. Rhilla could finally use the Shidan, one of her favorite swords. Rhilla leaned her head backwards, looking up to an upside down sky. She sighed, wanting something fun and exciting to do. Andrea took off her goggles, and looked over to her clock. Suddenly, Andrea remembered something. The tournament had started, AoD vs. FX. She sighed, and placed her goggles over her head once more. Rhilla hopped off the railing, and sat down on the ground, leaning against one of the railings pole. She slowly pulled up the Flashmail box, and began typing away her message.
To: System Slayer
From: Rhilla
Heya! I know Ive never met or talked to you before, but looks like we get to fight each other ^.^ Lets meet in... Cracked Bloody Wavemaster. Has a nice ring to it, huh? Well, see you there!
Rhilla stood up after sending the message on to the player. She brushed off her butt, and looked around. She didnt really see anything new or exciting going today. She gently ran her right hand through her hair, and smiled. She found something fun to do today at least. Cypher asked her to fight System Slayer, the real leader of the Fatal Exception. Non like Hac, who was just the stand in leader. She rubbed her hands together, snickering and giggling. She scampered off to the Chaos Gate, wanting the battle to begin.
Rhilla soon found herself looking up to the Chaos Gate, which loomed over the Root Town, Mac Anu. Cracked Bloody Wavemaster! Rhilla yelled out. Three rings fell over her body, warping her body to the field. The sun shone brightly over the field of grass and flowers. No monsters in sight, just a massive field of flowers. Rhilla sucked in a deep breath of air through her nose, allowing her senses to absorb everything. She scratched her head, looking around. A giant rock stood above a patch of grass, the perfect stool. Rhilla lightly stepped over to the rock, and sat down. She grabbed the sheath of her sword, and undid the chain.
The chain, still attached to the sheath, dangled down into the flowers. Rhilla unhooked the chain from the sheath, and dropped it next to the rock. Today, Rhilla would try a new style of fighting with her katana. She would try it out, but maybe trying it out against System would be bad. Rhilla rocked her head to and fro, waiting for System to arrive. Rhilla already knew how she would start. She would cast Ap Do on herself, followed by Dek Corv. on System. From there, she would just whack him over the head with her sword into submission. Rhillas plan was fool proof, except that a ignorantly bliss person was doing it.
60/60 SP
Upon a bench at the streets of Mac Anu lay a black coat. Soft breezes of the town would make its cloth flap and flutter, down to the lightly worn segments at the bottom of all. Beneath the cover of this coat rested a body wearing an equally black shirt and long black pants, held by a black belt and a small silver buckle. The back of the coat supported a rather broad sheath. It safely stored the blade of a heavy sword, concealing its identity from those who passed by and reducing its significance. The body appeared to be that of a common player of low level who wished only to go out and explore The World. Its face was pale and stern, grey hair running down to the back of an equally pale neck. A single cold light-blue pupil gazes out as if caught in a dream, those people walking back and forth through the street reflected from the eye.
"I should remain a novice in their eyes. I am not to be taken lightly, nor to be disregarded for my level. Mere numbers will not dictate the outcome," the body thought.
Slayer offered little reaction whatsoever to those that walked about. That is, until a particular female player passed by his bench in snickering and giggling. He regarded her with observations on her appearance and equipment, as well as the manner of her expressions at the moment. Then the six-foot body rose from the bench, stepping casually after the player with the soft tapping of black shoes. His eyes took their glance off her for a moment, just to verify the flashmail that she had sent. Evidently, she must be confident in how she expected to take a victory due ot the way it was written. Slayer found it a shame that Cypher should have to employ someone of that level outside of his clan to carry out the duel.
The tactic continued till they reached the Chaos Gate. He watched the soothing gate rotating with the deep blue gelatin within, trying to remain attentive on the task at hand. The sound of Rhilla quickly summoning the gate rings triggered his attention, his lips shifting as he whispered the words to the field just a few feet behind her. The thought of engaging the enemy at the gate had ocurred to him, if only to remove the advantage of selecting a field to her, but it did not feel right to catch her off guard. He felt the trio of rings consume him into particles from the ground up, rotating at a velocity quicker than that of the gate with golden engraved symbols. Slayer set his eyes upon one of the symbols prior to being transported and spent the small loading time trying to reason what language the symbols could be in. They were strange and apparently senseless, leading to the conclusion that the almost random engravings could be meaningless. The world was rapidly rebuilt before his eyes by the power of the three rings. He noted them with a slight nostalgia due to his only occasional use of the game. However, this did not mean that Slayer had fallen out of touch with the changes within The World. On the contrary, he payed more attention to its news and questioned about for tidbits of information. This was how he obtained the appearance of his opponent beforehand.
His eyes settle on the expansive field of flowers. She sure knew how to select pleasent battlefields for an opponent of his. Slayer gazed at the variety of colors and hues that the digital life displayed. It was a vision of a near perfect world. Too bad it would soon see the signs of conflict and clash. He stood still even as the player sat on a rock, expecting her to notice him soon. His mind would not permit striking her viciously from behind. The sun shone down over his hair, heating it lightly before fighting would stir it.
"Kobanwa," he says to call her attention.
[40/40 SP]
Sigh...this looks like it could have been a good fight...if only fighting had begun...
Result of this match...
Tie due to lack of activity...
This duel has been contested and it is in my decision that it goes to System_Slayer, due to the time limitation.
