It seemed that no too long after Nana had entered the waiting area, that her name was called up to perform in the arena. A bit too soon or so Nana felt- she had wanted to watch a few fights and get a feel for what was typical in the arena. Of course it didn't matter very much to the green haired daemon girl- a fight was a fight whether you were ready for it or not.
Nana had theorized fighting mages in her head many times. She even witnessed some of her guild members practicing together and took strong points of the specific strengths and weaknesses or each fighter. While her own fighting experience was quite limited, she had plenty of knowledge to put into practice. She was fortunate that she was being provided an opportunity so soon. Erebus Senpai will be pleased, I think. she thought to herself, though being uncertain due to how enigmatic her sensei truly was. She didn't really have to understand him, just accept him or his good and bad: learn from him and maybe even surpass him one day.
She stowed that thought for the time being. She needed to focus one hundred percent on the current situation. As soon as she stepped through the archway and into the arena, a round of applause and cheers echoed into the round arena. Some cheered, some boo'd- maybe the other fighter was a favored contender?
No. One look told Nana all that she needed to know. Her opponent was a young girl around her own age. Pretty and seemingly delicate. No wonder there are so many cheers. she thought to herself, mentally comparing herself to the other contender. The other young woman could arguably be more pretty than Nana, in an innocent charming way. Nana held a more exotic and mature elegance to herself however, even sultry in regards to using meshnet clothing to allow parts of her body to be exposed. No doubt some of the cheer was for her, from those who understood her mature charm.
After the comparison, Nana inspected the young woman. She possessed a singular sword, somewhat longer than Nana's daggers. She did not have the muscular body of a practiced martial artists however. Nana speculated that it was highly likely that this contender could use magic and sword in tandem. A fearsome combination if paired properly. Nana decided then and there that she could not go easy on this young women.Â
She squared off at twenty meters apart in the center of the arena and placed her hands at her sides, ready to grasp her daggers at any second. Once the 'okay' bell had been rung to initiate the fight, Nana flipped her daggers from their scabbards just as the mage rose her right hand and began an incantation for magic. Nana lunged forward and to the right of her foe's direction, intending to barely evade whatever attack the mage might throw at her, while closing the distance for a close range melee.
With the intent to dodge the spell, Nana would come to a half halfway towards her foe and on the young woman's right side- just as the woman rushed her with her own sword now drawn. The purpose of rushing the mage's right side, was to give her as little room as possible to swing her weapon, or fire off another spell without impeding her right arm's swinging range.
Assuming her evasive lunge had been successful and the other contender had rushed Nana as well with her sword swinging: two of their weapons would clash. Nana's dagger against the mages' sword. To the mage's surprise however, she would find that Nana was much stronger than she looked- Simply clashing weapons was not enough, no. As their weapons clashed, Nana's strength would push through the other woman's momentum and push her sword arm wide to her side. This was an attempt to off-balance the woman while her second dagger:Â unfettered, would hone in on Nana's target, the woman's chest. If successful, Nana's dagger would bury itself to the hilt into the woman's chest, piercing her heart. Nana would give it a wicked twist to ensure maximum bleed would render the heart null and cause the young woman instantaneous death.
With the deed assumably accomplished, Nana would withdraw her bloody dagger from the corpse and wipe it against the dead woman's pink dress. Not so pretty now. she thought to herself, looking down and grinning so few if any could see the wicked demonic smile at covered her face momentarily before regaining her composure. She wouldn't bother waiting for an proclamation from the announcer. It was clearly her win and she intended to exit the stage before she caused any more impressions on the crowd. Half of anyone's fame or infamy was a sense of unknown or mystery. Humans were fickle and twisted: they loved to embellish stories, even half truths.
WC- 823
Total WC- 1,655
Claiming bounty of 60% for death blow
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