Dealing Duels (Sasha)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille flipped back and crashed into a glass cabinet. Luckily her movements caused her to duck and roll out of the way from most of flying glass shards. She kicked to her feet and jumped and over the pink aiming down to stab her with his long lance. And she thought she was one for ancient weaponry, this kid brought a full blown lance to school…and not only that but she had just destroyed is battle ax. Apparently this kid was in for the historical battle of his life, to bad this lady knight had her moves ten times quicker and more planned out then he could. She had this almost completely down.

She finally clicked out her rapier and ran up the wall back flipping back and overtop her opponent again. She slammed her elbow into his spinal cord while pulling out her rapier dragging it directly across his back with enough force to sprain his 9th pair of ribs. She then moved forward slamming her foot into his back. He got turned around and swung his lance. Her sword was knocked from her hands, in order to keep her hand at all. Bastille glared as blood trickled down her hand. Suddenly that glare turned to an evil smirk. She stood up and she placed the bleeding palm to her lips to lick the blood. Her crimson eyes reflected the color perfectly. She smashed her hand into a glass weaponry closet and pulled out a long Japanese sword twice the length of a normal sword. Her normal rapier was about 14 yards down the hall, and although she could run to it and get it in enough time to fight him, it would end quicker this way, plus look ten times cooler. Besides her class started in two minutes. She did a ballet twirl and suddenly went to tumble forward in a summersault but instead flipped forward just short of the ground and pushed up, the other somewhat mimicking her attacks, so he was that type of fighter. She did an upward slash tearing the back end of the blade across his stomach and chest and he slammed into it the wind getting knocked out of him while Bastille gripped onto his lance and with her hand smashed the wooden relic. She then jumped up and then fell into a kneeling position a few feet away. She looked back and smirked standing up and the unconscious kid.

Poor thing picked a fight with the wrong girl. Bastille walked up to her rapier and picked it up sheathing it. She looked at the sword in her hand, its extra long blade glistening with a few splats of blood from her hand wound. She shrugged at it and tossed it to the ground.

“have to get me one of those some time” she said the hall way empty as many where in class. She began to head towards her own not caring particularly for the fact her hand was bleeding. Wearing white fencing pants, black thigh high boots and a black t-shirt with a red coat she didn’t look like someone who belonged in high school, rather someone who belonged in an action film. She slipped on her black gloves then continued down her way down the hall towards her class.

[celster]

Sasha gripped her stomach as Bastille said, "have to get me one of those some time." She felt light headed as Bastille began to walk away. Grinding her teeth, she did what she never enjoyed doing, she spoke. "Is that it then? Are you to cowardly to finish me off?" Sasha hated attention, and taunting one of the better fighters was never her intention, but she felt herself losing control of her anger.

Bastille Stopped and looked back at her, shocked to hear her speak and also surprised to hear her speak so challengingly. Sasha ignored the pain of her wounds as she pulled a small knife from under her blouse. Tossing it from one hand to another she weighed her options. She needed to get to class, but class was not as important to her as it seemed to be to Bastille. Sasha spent most of her time in class tuning out the teacher and was in no hurry to head to a class where she would have to conform and sit with other students who already lacked intelligence.

On the other hand, Bastille was the better fighter, at least according to most. But Sasha enjoyed a challenge.

Bastille raised her brow as Sasha slowly approached her and circled. The only reason she had engaged in a fight with this girl was simply because Bastille had paid no attention to granting her wish to personal space. She pestered her with questions and did not seem to understand the meaning of "anti social."

Tilting her head to the side, Sasha motioned for Bastille to grab a weapon. In Sasha's eyes, the battle was far from over.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastilles eyes had widened only slightly at the girl. First the girl had the gull to come up to her and punch her then grab out a lance and a knife and attack her. She continued to thrash about claiming Bastille had invaded her personal space. Bastilles hair was pretty out there and it was kind of hard to mistake her for someone else. But none the less the girl was pissed. Bastille had slapped her back not in the mood to play games with little girls.

She walked back deciding she would skip class again. Her eyes glimmered in the dim sunlight through the windows as she circle the girl once unsheathing her rapier. Honestly…this entire battle was getting out of hand. She hated kicking puppies, but Bastille knew this fight would become an annoyance in the future if this girl kept her attitude up and Bastille was a bit busy with oh, well…maintaining grades, becoming an assassin for Amalgam, maintain a Romeo Juliet –esc love relationship with David blaze the student body president and the leader of one of the most power organizations in the school as well as a member of the elite militia group. Bastille also knew the leader of that group personally, but she also had to maintain being a servant in order to keep David and her from being severely hurt and also in a way to get over her physical lust for Mathew Amtrum…sometimes having duel personalities that you couldn’t tell the difference between was frustrating. She pointed her sword at the girl.

“honestly…I hate to kick a puppy while its down, get up, if you can fight I want you on your feet facing me ready to do so…and don’t give me that angry look you asked for it, stop confusing faces why don’t you and get a pair of glasses, complete imbecile…”

[celster]

“honestly…I hate to kick a puppy while its down, get up, if you can fight I want you on your feet facing me ready to do so…and don’t give me that angry look you asked for it, stop confusing faces why don’t you and get a pair of glasses, complete imbecile…”

Sasha grew slightly irritated with herself. For one, she had gotten herself into a battle with a well equipt fighter. Two, she knew there was not way she could possibly win, and three, this was all within the first few weeks of her new school. "I see quite well thank you." She answered her head held high, wishing for a better outcome than for what was to come.

Looking down at her small blunt knife, she twirled it around in her hand. She would play the defensive. Perhaps with enough taunting, this girl would attack first and Sasha could look for a weakness that way. Glaring at the girl, Sasha stirred up the most courage she could muster, "well shall we begin?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

“whatever” Bastille retorted shortly.

She would then quickly step forward and with a downward slash motion go to hit the girl in the back of the head with the hilt of the Japanese long sword. If this worked she would proceed to find some old rope in the janitors closet and tie her up and drag her outside to the back of the fields before the pillars could find a reason to hunt her down. Bastille would then tie her to a tree. She would sit and await the girl to awake while she herself began to polish and clean her rapier she had picked up on the way.

If none of this worked she would end up dodging quickly anything the girl had. She had fought wanderer who was an expert blade handler…and she had done very well against his short range switch blade. This girl was probably no where near that level so It would be easier to dodge her attacks and continue to create a box affect around herself. She would then quickly slide past the girl using her dominate speed to try and ram the sword hilt once again into the back of her head and proceeding with the rope. If she managed to dodge both attacks Bastille would back up and hold the Japanese long sword up right ready to strike.