[ He doesn't laugh, but he gives Percival a bittersweet smile. There's no point in hiding what he was going to do. Murder is what is. He knows the man does a lot, cares for a lot. But this feels... Less wrong than other picks. He knows Percival would fight. ]
I know. I had a choice for this one though, and looking my target in the eye without shame is all I can ask for.
[ He takes a deep breath, holding the blade down at his side as he stands up. He won't take a step forward to initiate. Talking for a little bit should be fine, it's an odd time frame but making it work isn't difficult. Just before or the beginning of curfew this has to be done. ]
You aren't protecting anyone else, just the life you've got right here. That okay with you?
[ percival doesn't nod because it's not as though he's agreeing, no, it's simply what it is. with a sigh, he draws out his straight edge knife. ]
Ha. I'm sure my blade would do the same, had it been in your position. I don't hold grudges. [ my mother told me not to, he wants to say. ] And I would rather it be me than them.
[ hajime, andersen, knoll, quer, heather...siegfried, lancelot, vane, gran, they all flash across his mind; and in an instant, they're gone. ]
But that doesn't mean you'll attain your sacrifice without a fight, Nagasone. I'm Percival of the Wales family, deputy officer of the White Dragon Knights, as well as an ally of the Grancypher's skyfarers.
[ he's poised as though he's ready to enter battle -- well, that's precisely because he is.
his smirk does not falter in spite of their circumstances. ]
If you intend on serving your Master well, you will make this battle worth my time.
[ With confidence in his voice, be holds up the carving knife and wields it, almost like it's a proper sword. ]
Sorry, I was never one for fancy speeches; actions speak louder. I have nothing to my name but precious memories and promises to keep. But, I'm still a sword, I'll do my best to not fail my masters, my family, or you, my opponent.
[ Nagasone takes a step and charges at Percival, poised to swing with the strength he can muster. ]
Your death is so my brothers will never have to suffer this ritual! If I'm forced an incentive, I know what I want, and it's their happiness!
[ a laugh escapes his lips. is this the true spirit of a blade? he wonders how ferociously the lohengrin would fight. ] Don't be so certain of your victory just yet.
[ there's a part of him that wishes he still had his fire -- the sight of nagasone amidst his flames would be something to behold, but for the meanwhile he opts to counter his attack. nagasone's carving knife has a good 8 inches on percival straight edge blade, so it can only barely withstand the assault. still, dps will be dps through and through, and he manages to block via the sheer strength of his upper body.
percival is both agile and skilled, but nagasone was born to kill -- his power is insurmountable, beyond the realm of a human being.
and that is the exact reason this battle will not go to percival. ]
And don't go easy on me; make this match worth something.
Edited (tf was i typing IT SHOULD BE OKAY NOW) 2017-06-23 00:04 (UTC)
I'm not; that's why I'll have to make it certain with everything I've got.
[ His movements are controlled but with specific moments where he pushes his immense strength into the blade. Being a samurai is minding timing and opportunity. He thinks of how Urashima fights with his wakizashi self, this is almost a length comparable to it. The first block has him raise an eyebrow, but not out of concern. It's excitement, the rush of adrenaline when there is danger, a force to reckon with. ]
I wouldn't dare, not with how much you're making this worth.
[ That's good. Anyone else would think picking a target who'd fight back is far from ideal, even insane. This is what he wanted though. Working for this death eases the sorrowful reality of this all. Even now it's an instinct of his body to enjoy the clashes of their blades. The times where he falters though, and they exchange cuts to eachother... Nagasone winces, but keeps steady in his stance. ]
You really do fight like a noble... but one that I appreciate in the effort you put forth. Hah!
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I know. I had a choice for this one though, and looking my target in the eye without shame is all I can ask for.
[ He takes a deep breath, holding the blade down at his side as he stands up. He won't take a step forward to initiate. Talking for a little bit should be fine, it's an odd time frame but making it work isn't difficult. Just before or the beginning of curfew this has to be done. ]
You aren't protecting anyone else, just the life you've got right here. That okay with you?
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Ha. I'm sure my blade would do the same, had it been in your position. I don't hold grudges. [ my mother told me not to, he wants to say. ] And I would rather it be me than them.
[ hajime, andersen, knoll, quer, heather...siegfried, lancelot, vane, gran, they all flash across his mind; and in an instant, they're gone. ]
But that doesn't mean you'll attain your sacrifice without a fight, Nagasone. I'm Percival of the Wales family, deputy officer of the White Dragon Knights, as well as an ally of the Grancypher's skyfarers.
[ he's poised as though he's ready to enter battle -- well, that's precisely because he is.
his smirk does not falter in spite of their circumstances. ]
If you intend on serving your Master well, you will make this battle worth my time.
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[ With confidence in his voice, be holds up the carving knife and wields it, almost like it's a proper sword. ]
Sorry, I was never one for fancy speeches; actions speak louder. I have nothing to my name but precious memories and promises to keep. But, I'm still a sword, I'll do my best to not fail my masters, my family, or you, my opponent.
[ Nagasone takes a step and charges at Percival, poised to swing with the strength he can muster. ]
Your death is so my brothers will never have to suffer this ritual! If I'm forced an incentive, I know what I want, and it's their happiness!
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[ there's a part of him that wishes he still had his fire -- the sight of nagasone amidst his flames would be something to behold, but for the meanwhile he opts to counter his attack. nagasone's carving knife has a good 8 inches on percival straight edge blade, so it can only barely withstand the assault. still, dps will be dps through and through, and he manages to block via the sheer strength of his upper body.
percival is both agile and skilled, but nagasone was born to kill -- his power is insurmountable, beyond the realm of a human being.
and that is the exact reason this battle will not go to percival. ]
And don't go easy on me; make this match worth something.
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[ His movements are controlled but with specific moments where he pushes his immense strength into the blade. Being a samurai is minding timing and opportunity. He thinks of how Urashima fights with his wakizashi self, this is almost a length comparable to it. The first block has him raise an eyebrow, but not out of concern. It's excitement, the rush of adrenaline when there is danger, a force to reckon with. ]
I wouldn't dare, not with how much you're making this worth.
[ That's good. Anyone else would think picking a target who'd fight back is far from ideal, even insane. This is what he wanted though. Working for this death eases the sorrowful reality of this all. Even now it's an instinct of his body to enjoy the clashes of their blades. The times where he falters though, and they exchange cuts to eachother... Nagasone winces, but keeps steady in his stance. ]
You really do fight like a noble... but one that I appreciate in the effort you put forth. Hah!