Raid #15

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Blank Valley has been attacked by Darkness.

Dark Being | Attacking:

Whatever [Leader]

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The Light or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Dark will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Dark has won the world! Keep an eye out!

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A Light Group of One has Countered the Attack!

Light Being | Defending:

Deshitana [Leader]

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Posting Order: Whatever then Deshitana.

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If no winner has been decided by April 29th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner!

Remember the Rules!! - [RULES HERE]

Let the Battle Begin!!

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[atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #99983E; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;] A long drawnout sigh escaped the Heartless' lips as he went down a spiralling staircase. Having wandered into the main castle of the city he had lived in before becoming a Heartless, the man had started to follow any of the marks he recognised as the family of his master's. Gilrv, he thought to himself while becoming annoyed, just remembering the name annoyed him as he shoved open a door into the catacombs under the castle. Another long hallway, was the first thought as he looked through what seemed like an endless tunnel into the Darkness. All the light he had was the torch he had picked up on his way. There were torches on the walls, but all had died out long ago when the world lost all life. Let's see... The Heartless continued onward as he watched the symbols on the walls, all of the text and words were ignored as the former slave was incapable of reading. However, the family symbol of Gilrv was something he would recognise anywhere. He had stood under that symbol during his painful life. As he wandered through the hallway, the Heartless stopped momentarily at the symbol of a crow bound by a snake. Slowly his left hand touched the right side of his face, the three scars that lapsed over his eye. I wonder what came of him, he thought as he remembered the slave that had scarred him in those days. The day ended in one of the strangest when that slave had attempted to defy his owner and attack the crowd. Slowly his head turned away and the Heartless continued onward through the dark hallway. On his way, he started to light the torches on some of the walls while picking up any extra torches that he deemed unnecessary. Why am I wandering these tunnels again? He felt sick knowing what laid behind all the doors at his sides, the tombs where the dead family members of the houses laid to rest. Slowly he walked onward.

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The Beast questioned the warrior that was now kneeling in what appeared to be the ruins of some form of castle or something. While the question from the Beast came to his mind, the warrior did not answer as he scanned the darkness ahead of him from behind his visor focusing on staying calm. The warrior was not scared of the dark per se, but he did not like being left alone in it for long periods of time either. A result of dark labs and the suffering he endured there, but there was one other thing that lurked in the dark that got under this calm warrior's skin. The dead. The one thing that at the end of all your efforts could not be "killed" without completely destroying the corpses so no one could use them again.

The job was messy and always left a bad scent on the warrior. He didn't like the dead...and he did not like this place either. While the darkness was one thing, the silence and smell of this place did nothing for his nerves. As he remained kneeling there shortly after the Corridor had closed, he trembled slightly from nervous energy as he waited for his electronic visor to adapt to the new area. For a while there was nothing, but his nervous trembling and calm breathing. Then slowly the area around him began to come into view. Not from any light source around him, but instead from the visor's night vision finally kicking in. Gradually, Deshi's view became a scene of grey, white, and black allowing him to make out objects in the darkness without color.

Being able to see eased the warrior's nerves a bit as he stood. He didn't know what this place was or had been, but now it was only a empty shell of the castle it once was. There were no people or creatures around the place, making the warrior curious as to what had happened to the place. He looked around some more before pushing the thought aside and focusing on the real reason he was here.

He had been called to this world that Light had claimed. Called to it because Darkness threatened it. While Deshi was not a Light warrior, he was not one to stand by and let another world be taken by the opposite force without resistance. And why was that? Simple. Deshi was a man that believed in balance and did not side with Light or Dark. He preferred worlds remained untouched and left in whatever state they had been originally. When someone wished to change that world--cause that shift and potentially destruction of a world--and he caught the whispers of such an event, he went to protect the state of the world, testing the worthiness of the one who wished to change it....or at least that is what he told himself. In reality, the Beast within loved a good fight and while the human side of him was in denial of the truth, the real reason he answered any whisper was because the Beast need the battle to quench its thirst for blood and violence. An uncomfortable truth, but one nonetheless.

In any case, Deshi moved casually down the pathways taking in what he could of the empty world. He moved through the quiet place for undefined amount of time with nothing, but grey, white and black to greet his eyes until without warning a slight hint of color filled the visor's view. Understanding the change was coming from a light source, Deshi quickened his pace eager to find out how it was that light was in this otherwise empty space.

At first the light remained small as if it were moving away from him. Then eventually it just disappeared. As his vision went back to the dull grey and white of night vision. Deshi slowed his walking within some form of a room and then stopped as he focused on an opening ahead of him.

He became still as a statue as he listened to the area around him. He could feel someone there in the darkness ahead. Was this perhaps the threat he had been called here to challenge? Guess there was only one way to find out.

Keeping his pace calm, Deshi head towards the opening that was actually a passageway down into deep gloom. The hint of color within his visor suggested there was some light down there, but not much....still it looked like this was the path his potential target had gone. Praying that the path below didn't lead to the dead, Deshi head down the stairs watching as the walls closed in on him as his path became more narrow as he descended.

Within seconds, he found himself in a narrow corridor with doors on either side. Torches were lighting the way ahead...and the scent of death lingering heavily in the air. Not liking the set up one bit, Deshi pushed forward until he finally caught up with the person that had lit the torches thus far. Slowing his pace, he took in the back of the person ahead of him. The filthy clothing, the bare feet, messy hair, and that scent. It was familiar, but why?

Deshi stopped where he was for a moment as he watched the figure for a second longer and then like lightning the pieces snapped together.

Back on that island of peace--Destiny Island-- he had been with Genesis and Akemi fighting to protect the world from three powerful beings of dark. A judge in full armor, a dark keybearer, and....him![/color]

The connection and observation only took a second for Deshi to do, then he was reacting to the thing that he now saw as a threat. In one fluid motion, he flicked out his left hand activating his bracelet that melted away in light and formed the deadly blade known as Crimson Rose. As he moved, the chain at his side rattled with his agitation as he took a relaxed battle stance as he glared at the retreating figure ahead.

"Why are you here?" he asked loud enough for the being to hear, his ending words ending in a growl. He asked the question in order to give the threat a small chance to convince him not to end him here and now. He had lost a world to this guy once. He wasn't planning to do that again....but still he would not attack without reason.

((This is a good start, love. The corridors and the rooms of the dead should prove interesting, especially if we break something in the process of this. Not sure what happened to this post at the end. XD;;.))

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(Perfect sense. =) )

Tension.

That is what rested in this narrow torch lit passageway. It was thick and sufficating, pressing in all around the white haired man who was not liking this place one bit. Between the gloom, narrowness, and the smell of the death, the usually composed mercenary was filled with nervous energy so strong that he could barely hide it. While his visor hid his grim expression, his question and tone of voice showed just how on edge he was in this place even with a target to focus on. He wanted nothing more than to leave this place, but knew his "employer"--this world--would not let him leave without him first attempting to fulfill the contract it had made with him. It wanted him to guard its state, even if he did not care for Light or Dark. It demanded it of him and in turn he was stuck facing the foe before him in the least welcoming of places.

In any case, Deshi recognized the dirty faced man that walked up ahead and the quiet warrior was quite aware that the strange man was aware of him; however, up until the moment he spoke the other had ignored Deshi and instead cast the occassional cautious glance over the shoulder as the man continued to move on ahead lighting the torches.

When Deshi had summoned his weapon and growled his question, it was then that the strange man ahead of him, finally turned to him and acknowledge him fully as he answered the question posed to him. Deshi listened to the explaination spoken in dried and bored tones and found himself moving slightly out of his defensive stance as he tilted his head slightly at the dirty young man.

This place was his home, but the way he described his life here...it was almost similar to his own...and yet....vastly different. It was an unexpected thing to be able to relate with someone that would probably be his enemy in the end, but the words spoken did seem to have an effect on the quiet mercarnary as he nodded slightly, accepting the words as truth until something came along that proved the man before him was lying.

When he was asked if he wanted to know anything more Deshi shook his head as his stance relaxed a bit more and he shifted his weight onto his back leg. His blade lowered and hung loosely at his side almost as if he had changed his mind about attacking.

"That will do," was all he said in a calmer tone than before as he watched the other's actions carefully from behind his visor. He took note of the lowered torch and watched as the man walked to a spot where he could rest the torch. The other put the flame down speaking as he did so. He questioned the quiet warrior before standing calmly and awaiting an answer. An answer he did not get right away as Deshi considered his questions carefully and then after a second or two had passed in that calm before the storm, Deshi opened his mouth and spoke.

"Light and Dark do not pull or push me, even if others would see me as an ally to the Light. In the past past, I may have been a puppet for masters with intentions even more twisted than the Light bearers', but no more. I stand here because this world...hired me to fulfill a contract. A contract that states that I should not let anyone change the state it is in now," Deshi responded in a calm voice before pausing as his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword before he was pointing the tip of the blade at the man.

"So you see this is not about the war or even getting you back from our last encounter. This is strictly business," Deshi finished as he moved into his trademark defensive stance--his feet apart as he took a sideways horsestance. His blade pointed at a downward angle. The hilt resting easily in hands as he held it just a little pass eye level. After the movement had been done, he waited for his enemy to make the first move. Despite his calmness, there was a slight tremor in his sword, a sign that its wielder was still full of nervous energy within this world that belonged to the dead...

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This was a rare turn of events for the quiet mercenary who had taken on many jobs in his life time and had dealt with even stranger clients than the worlds that called him to fight. He had been put through hell and back again, but never seemed phased thanks to his inability to feel....or so one thought. The truth was while the man could not feel anything physically hurting him, the strain of everything mentally threatened to drive him over the edge. The ghosts of his past clung to him like a second skin and tormented him daily, only increase their torment at night and in places such as the one before him.

Despite how on edge the place made him and how much the images of the violence he caused played across his mind, the white haired warrior found himself slowly calming in the presence of this being before him. He and this guy...they had common ground here and seemed to come to an understanding of each other's purposes rather quickly.

As Deshi held his defensive stance after stating his business, he calmly listened to his opponent talk of the world and how he would continue to use Darkness to free it. It was an odd way of describing the dark, but he supposed that that didn't matter much anymore. This was not about the war. This was about fulfilling contracts and doing what one thought was right for a place. His opponent even supported this thought with his own thoughts about the war and how the last encounter was a mistake on his part. He even stated that he would keep the world here balanced and out of the war. As the dirty man spoke he used the Darkness to summon what appeared to be a handgun.

To this whole ordeal, Deshi's response was calm nod as he fell into his usual mind set when fighting an opponent on equal terms. As he settled into his arena mind set the beast decided to cooperate with him for once and instead of taking over simply meshed with him slightly causing the crimson eyes of the visor to glow slightly in the gloom as the warrior prepared for anything as the other spoke and aimed the weapon at him.

Deshi's stance never changed as he quickly gauged the situation. He wouldn't be able to dodge bullets inside of a narrow passage away and ducking was iffy especially since he didn't know if the bullets coming at him would be normal or not, so that left him with one choice....

The analysis lasted a second and then Deshi was acting as he heard the words of his opponent quickly drowned out by the sounds of the gun firing in the narrow passage ways. As soon as his opponent pulled the trigger, Deshi moved out of his defense as he quickly began to move his word in a circular and zigzag pattern around him. The move was strange and seemed pointless, but if one listened there was the distinctive sound of bullets meeting metal as he moved the blade. The move was no trick of magic or even an illusion. It was something he had learned from many years within the arena against many opponents of various skill and power. While some would think it wiser to use a shield, Deshi preferred the physical over his elements in this small space. After all it was easier to defend a small area than a large one, so for the most part most of the bullets fired were deflected by blade. Some stopped completely or while others wer flung off into the walls or back towards the owner. There were a few strays that got through the makeshift defense that managed to cut into Deshi's right arm and left leg despite the armor. There was even one that bounced off the visor that covered his face. The material only cracking a bit under the force of the bullet, but other than that remained whole. Unphased by his new injuries or the crack in his visor, Deshi finished his move as a pause came in the shooting. Swinging his blade down to the side to flick away the last bullet, Deshi paused only a second before he pushed off the ground with his boots and dashed towards his opponent. When he was near, he unexpectedly moved to the side dropping low as he brought his sword down in a low horizontal swing aimed to strike his opponent's legs from under him.....

((*jumps over ya* It was still really good. And yes English is very hard at times. I do not know why it has to be so complicated and I speak it...or so I think I do. ^^;)

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(*hugs back* <3)

Ignoring the minor wounds from the bullets that grazed him Deshi took note of how well the man before him also took to injuries inflicted upon him. While the reflected bullets mostly missed their target, one did manage to hit the other’s leg. However, instead of reacting to it in the usual fashion such as wincing, making a sound, or even reaching for the wound in pain, this one did not react to the injury at all as he brushed the damage off as if it were nothing. This was a small and welcoming surprise for the mercenary for in his eyes this meant the opponent would not go down so easily. He would be a challenge.

As if to back up this assumption, the other man displayed that he either had really good skills or extraordinary luck. When Deshi charged in and attempted to attack the man’s legs, he saw the swirl of darkness go around the man’s weapon hand and saw the weapon begin to change as he moved. About time the distance was closed between the pair and Deshi’s weapon moved to attack, the other’s weapon had finished its shifting becoming a large two handed sword that was plunged into the ground and used as a shield to protect the other from the blow to the legs. A loud clang rang throughout the area as the two weapons met and became dead locked for a moment.

From his lower position, Deshi heard his opponent speak on the weapon, saying that he should remember it and perhaps Deshi had planned on answering the man to indeed confirm this fact; however, as he turned his visor covered face to look up at the other, he caught the small smile on the other’s face around the same time he saw the dark attack coming his way. Knowing fully that he would not be able to avoid the attack, Deshi decided to try and minimize the damage that would be done as he quickly broke the dead lock, pushed himself backwards in attempt to sort of hop away from the attack. Naturally, the projectile followed their prey coming more towards Deshi’s face as it broke into two.

As the first projectile got near, Deshi dodged to the left and tried to flatten himself against the wall hoping that by doing so the first attack would miss; however, in a narrow corridor of a ruined castle, the plan did not work exactly like he would’ve liked it. The first attack still managed to hit him across the left side of the visor with an impact heavy enough to further cracked the already damaged face mask and caused the mercenary to bump his head lightly into the wall behind him. Not a problem….if the wall behind him did not decide to crack and fall apart at that moment.

With the sudden support of the wall lost, Deshi felt himself falling backwards and made a move to rebalance his weight; however, just as he was doing this, the second part of the dark attack whacked him head on, the force not only creating more cracks in the visor, but also forcing the mercenary to stumble backwards into the next room with its strength. As he did stumbled, instinct kicked in as he automatically used his arms and shifts in weight to keep himself from falling onto his butt. He managed to succeed in this task as he instead ended up stumbling backwards until the walls behind him stopped him. He was safe from embarrassment, but appeared the castle was not yet done with him. His crash into the walls seemed to have offended the castle for the ancient structure shook as dust fell down from above him and then the walls—walls full of coffins—sighed and collapsed around him, creating a lot of noise in the silence.

If his opponent had followed, the mess made was quite big with bones and wood going everywhere and leaving the mercenary standing like a statue in the midst of the chaos. As the sounds of the crash ended, there was a moment of silence where nothing moved as the mercenary stood frozen in his spot seeming stunned by the event as he rested in the midst of the dead and coffins.

In reality, the mercenary was fighting a panic attack internally his nerves completely shot as every nightmare imaginable flooded his mind as the corpses of the dead surrounded him. Half of him was screaming at him to flee while the other half was telling him the dead here would not harm him and that he had to stay and finish fulfilling his contract. The two contradicting commands froze the mercenary in his spot giving his opponent a chance to take advantage of the slight freeze if he wanted to. Regardless of what happened, a few seconds later the shock began to wear off, unfreezing the mercenary as reason finally settled back in.

As he calmed, the visor slid back off his face and hid within the head piece as it went into repair mode since it was too damaged to be of much use now. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and he recovered from the events, Deshi flicked his shaky sword hand outward causing the blade to melt away and shift back into a bracelet that decorated his left wrist. A slight nervous smile came to his lips as his hand dropped to his side and grasped the chain there, unhooking it from its holder.

As the weight of the chain settled in both hands, Deshi pushed himself from the debris ignoring the slight chill the bones sliding off of him gave him as he swung his chain in a circle. A light whistling sound filled the air as the heavy chain and the deadly tip sliced the air around it. When enough speed had been built up, the mercenary’s body weight shifted forward to power the throw of the chain straight outward with the intention to hit his opponent square in the chest if he had moved in front of the hole or had come near. If not, then it would appear the chain was shot out in a random direction to hit only the wall directly outside of the room….
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Weapon Change: Crimson Rose has been dismissed and now Deshi wields the Chains of Whispers. 1 post before he can change his weapon again.

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((*flails* Ugly post >.<))

Thunk!Cling! The sound of one sharp end of the chain embedding itself into the wall outside of the room of coffins Deshi had fallen into. The chain's tip did not do much damage to the walls themselves, but it did remain buried in the wall leaving a good portion of chain draped between the point of contact and where Deshi stood. His opponent had moved out of the way and had entered the room while the chaos of the falling objects had disoriented the arena fighter, making it hard to concentrate and pinpoint exactly where his opponent was.

Out of guessing the location of his target, he had slung his chain towards the hole he made, logic at that time dictating that his opponent would more than likely come through the hole if he did come for the mercenary to strike him before he was fully recovered. A door...that was the last thing the mercenary expected his opponent to come through.

But sure enough with a torch in hand, the strange dirty man had opened a door and entered preferring to watch things unfold rather than take advantage of that moment when Deshi was stunned. Still shaken from the crash, but at least focused enough to keep his wits about him, Deshi watched as his opponent moved further into room, lighting a rather spacious area with a few pillars to contend with. There were staircases leading up and down the area that remained in shadows as the light flickered about the room.

There was a pause in the fight, as Deshi's good eye scanned the area quickly before landing back on his opponent, the light reflecting lightly off his armor as it cast the makeshift eye patch over his golden eye into shadows. As he heard his opponent speak, he watched him with a calm gaze taking in the information he heard without complaint.

If his opponent wished to share things about his world with him then that was fine by him. After all information was power in a way, so he listened. The tombs were created by nobles for their dead to have a place to rest. Each family had a hall similar to this one. Endless in their depths and width considering there were more coffins below. Unconsciously, Deshi shifted uneasily. That was some information he did not need to know after his crash with the wall; however, the uneasiness was replaced by annoyance as he heard the last bit of what the man said. Only the nobles got this luxury, but not the slaves. The slaves remained in pits or their cells with whatever they had when they died. Left to rot in the very place they had been kept.

Deshi's hands tightened slightly on the chain as his steady gaze looked away from the man.

"Even here that rule did not change," he muttered with a hint of disgust in his voice before falling silent. This guy and this place....so similar and yet different from himself and his world. It was a bit comforting knowing this and it helped him understand his opponent; however, this still would not stop Deshi from finishing his job. As he pushed the thoughts aside, he looked up as his opponent moved and placed the torch in a hidden holder within the wall, the light giving gloom to the darkness, but not much. Staying mostly in the shadows, Deshi tensed as the man began lifting his weapon as he spoke.

As he listened, Deshi's expression remained calm, but the eye that could be seen became colder at the comment. It was not like he was trying to tear the place down either! It was not his fault the place was a ruin. Nor was it his fault that the wall had decided to break when he hit it, So there was no reason to scold him for simply trying to survive here...no matter how much he was failing at it in the end. The nerve of some folk.....

"Hmph. I'll try not to let that happen again," Deshi said calmly as he let the slight agitation roll off him. Shortly after the words left his mouth, he heard the man mention something about cleansing the place, but had no time to ponder what he meant by that before he had to react.

The guy jumped forward and charged towards him taking advantage of the environment he knew better than Deshi. He saw the man get closer and saw the swing aimed at his torso. As the attack came in Deshi's mind raced to the various options he could use.

He couldn't go back thanks to the wall and dodging to either side would be risky since it would put his head in the way of the blade rather than his torso. On top of this, there was a staircase to contend with, but unlike the blade it was not as threatening. So then...he'd have to take a risk.

With his mind made up in an instant, Deshi dodged to his left being careful not to put too much force into the move to avoid throwing himself down the stairs near him. As he moved, he ducked as the blade came near, the tip of it glancing off the top of his head as blade bit into flesh and snapped the strap that held the eye patch in place. Not phased by the blow, the mercenary continued to go with his movement as he tucked himself and rolled to side coming up on his knees. Taking note that the roll had put him at an angle from his opponent and the chain in the perfect position for a counter, Deshi did not pause as he went into his next move.

He yanked at the chain, causing the sharp end to become free of the wall it was buried in as it snapped back and came at angle towards his opponent's back hoping to bite into the flesh that was left open by the wide swing.

As the chain made its way towards its target, the eye patch fell away revealing the other eye that was as gold as Heartless eye. That golden eye remained locked on the battle as Deshi's normal eye fluttered slightly as blood from the slight head wound trickled into his eye blinding him a bit. He didn't seem effected by pain...

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Deshi dodge rolled to the side to avoid most of the blade's damage, but still ended up with a minor head wound to add on to what has already been done by stray bullets and the dark attack.

Deshi reacts to the attack by snatching his chain back, causing the sharp tip to become free of its prison in the wall and in turn come hurdling back towards Whatever in an attempt to land a biting strike.

Weapon can be shifted again.

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[atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #99983E; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;] "Oh, don't worry, break some bits here and there," he said, now with a smile, "in all honesty: I'd set this entire place on fire just to be rid of it. Just knowing the past, to see how things were, it all bothers me. No... it disgusts me," he said, having turned his face rather grim instead. The man dodged his swing narrowly, though. I've grown rather talkative here, he thought to himself as he watched his opponent. He did feel somewhat better on his home world. Maybe... just maybe... I can breath new life in this world. Get rid of places like this, change it all. Then it'll be a more peaceful world. A world where everyone stands equal. The Heartless moved his torso, while having his thoughts go all over the place, first with the swing, of course, but then more to follow Deshitana's roll. Since his sword wasn't exactly light and his movements were slowed through both swing and the weight, the sudden hit by the chain tore into his body as black smoke seemed to rise from the wounds. Seeing the eye didn't do much for the Heartless as he saw it, there was just a single thought for a moment: seems he has a little Darkness in him as well. While the wound hurted, he continued to move his torso in a circular motion. So spinning around on the spot where he had stricken towards Deshitana, but this time his sword would be coming in on Deshitana from the other side as he aimed for Deshitana's torso. But as he sliced at Deshitana, whether it hit or not, he followed this up as the smoke of the greatsword's form started to change. The greatsword changed after his attack as it shrank down to a smaller size. The Heartless let go with his left hand as he thrusted the Broadsword forward at Deshitana in an attempt for skewering it into his body. Actions [1] Slashed horizontal with the greatsword. [2] Changed the greatsword into a Broadsword and thrusted it at Deshitana's body/torso. The Cries of an Item Handgun: Useable again. Two-Handed Greatsword: Two posts cooldown. d6 ~ 5: Broadsword: Four posts active. The Cries of a Spell Dark: Useable again.

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This guy, whatever his name was, seemed to be enjoying their battle and even seemed to tease Deshi a bit as the comment about breaking things went from serious to a joke in a matter of seconds. Deshi listened to the words that followed his remarks on not letting the error be repeated, taking note of the smile; however, if the man expected him to smile back or chuckle at all, then he would be greatly disappointed.

All Deshi did in response to this was slacken his guard in the slightest as he tilted his head a bit, not really understanding the contradiction in words at first, but then shaking the contradiction away he focused on the rest of the words, his eye narrowing slightly at what he heard. This guy wanted to destroy the place to forget the bad memories attached to it? Then was this what he meant by "cleansing" the place? Deshi pondered this for a second and then with a blank expression, he asked in his usual calm and quiet manner.

"So what are you then: a destroyer or savior?"

He let the question linger there as he took note of the mood change within the other, but whether he got an answer or not was left to the gods to hear for shortly after he had asked his question he had to take quick action as the large great sword came at him. He managed to escape the blow, but ended up getting a nice head injury thanks to it.

Already, the blood was seeping into his good eye leaving the golden eye, now revealed, his only source of sight for now. As he stood trying to clear his sight, he noticed the dirty man had followed his roll easily enough within the gloom and had even turned to continue facing him; however, as Deshi snatched his weapon back, he took note of the weapon biting into the guy, his expression turning to a pained one as the sharp tip pulled itself from his flesh as it continued its flight brfore landing with a loud clang a few feet in front of Deshi.

Even half blinded, Deshi could see the shot of strange smoke spewing from the wound that was dealt to his target. It was a strange sight that actually got a rare reaction from the man.

"What the hell?" he whispered not hiding his shock as his golden eye went from the smoke to the chain on the ground. The tip really didn't have much blood on it, making Deshi wonder just what this guy was. If he didn't know better, he'd say the man was made of the darkness itself. That was silly though. No one could be made out of darkness...could the--?

The sound of heavy metal slicing through thin air drew the mercenary back to the situation at hand and out of his thoughts just in time to catch that large sword coming at him once more from his blinded side.

Being aware of his space, Deshi did the only logical thing in this situation, he leaped back and in the opposite direction of the stairs and the blade coming at him. There was the sound of metal scrapping against metal as the blow glanced off of the armor Deshi wore as the force of the blow knocked him off balance. Stumbling back again, Deshi kept a grip on his chain and was on the edge of countering the attack. but had to change his plans a counter into something else as the man followed up his own attack with another.

Keeping his momentum, the man moved forward as his weapon changed to a lighter sword. With this new weapon in hand, the man once more stabbed out at the mercenary who could not dodge in his unbalanced state, so instead Deshi moved his body in a quick fashion as he somewhat planted himself in the ground and double up the links of his chain and wrapped them firmly around both hands.Then moving forward, he veered to the right of the incoming blade as he slung the thick links around the sword and then twisted around so that the chain wrapped around the blade.

As he did the twist, he yanked upward forcing the blade away from his torso and instead felt the blade bite through his armor and into the shoulder. Not feeling the pain of metal entering skin allowed the young man to continue his spin as he lowered himself slightly to get the blade out of him as he finish his spin. As he finished, he yanked the sword trapped within his chain violently in an attempt to disarm his opponet.
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Deshi attempts to evade horizontal slash. While successful takes damage to his armor and is knocked off balance.

Using his chains as a guard, Deshi traps the broad sword in his chain and using a spin techinque force the blade away from his torso and instead takes damage to the right shoulder.

Counter: A yank to attempt to disarm the opponent...even if it is futile to do so.

(It was still very good love.)

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