Round 1
Cecil sent Red raner and Blue blitz at Aron, while Green guardian pointed at Aron's head.
Unfortunately, Aron's sword was already at his head instead.
"Shit. Instinct."
If Reading copious amounts of fiction taught Cecil anything, Aron is a cautious protagonist. Never underestimating anyone, ending fights quickly.
The three daggers pouted in Cecil's head. Well, it's strange to describe it, but Cecil could feel the emotions of the three daggers all of a sudden. Were'nt they supposed to not have senti-
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Sentience- Fetal weapon spirit
]
Cecil scanned all three of them at once and was shocked.
It is possible for some items to form a 'mind' or 'soul' of its own. Either by its level, or by its age.
As far as Cecil is aware, his daggers are all at level 10, so the former condition is invalid.
As for age. It is hard to say. He has no idea how old his daggers are or how long it takes to naturally form a weapon soul.
Meanwhile, a small crowd of (not)a few students had formed around the two of them.
"When I suggested that we spar, I thought that controlling my strength would be easy. But I still can't adjust to you."
Cecil resisted the urge to launch his eyebrows to space. This was kinda serious.
Talks between two non binders ran in a loop of apathy, indignation and resignation. Even his thoughts circle like that.
Talks between binders and non binders were on a spectrum, disdain and apathy on one end, pity and hollow words on the other.
He had been in those two talks for long enough.
Now. Talks between binders had one crucial element. Pride. Ego. Acting like rich people do, with being rich being optional.
Binders either look down on others, like the top 10 in Cecil's class, understandable because most of them have strong backing, Or look on Non binders, like every other binder in the class of 40.
The point is, reputation is important, and Aron was protecting his and Cecil's, not fully, probably to check if Cecil flattens under pressure, or flates up, and Cecil somewhat has a way with words.
"This is supposed to be a duel to pass the time, Melder. Take your time."
Not sounding like a suck up and making it clear that this spar has no significance, while also hiding the actual reason for the whole thing.
Combined with the small fight with Roland, Cecil did fairly well so far for his first day in the high society.
The crowd thinned out considerably. Most people were not really interested in gauging Cecil's abilities, besides, this week has a practice mode Breach exercise on sunday, and Cecil will be there for the exp.
(real) Round 1
The only spectators now were Aron's fangirls. Cecil could tell they were fangirls just by looking at them.
Aron had finally managed to move like a level 1 guy, minus the combat experience.
Cecil had sent Red Rager and Blue Blitz to attack Aron as he advanced from the other end, keeping Green Guardian in his vincinity.
Blue Blitz, unsuprisingly, reached Aron first, and dived straight for his forehead.
*CLANG*
Blue Blitz flew off course as Aron did a minimal slash.
Then Red Rager homed in on Aron's heart.
*CLANG*
13 meters apart
Blue Blitz managed to recover, and dived for the back of his neck, but Aron swung behind his head.
*CLANG*
10 meters apart
Shot off course again, but Red Rager was back, and this time, aimed for the solar plexus, right above the stomach, rising sharply from the floor.
*CLANG*
6 meters apart
Red Rager was knocked towards Cecil, who grabbed it, as Blue Blitz aimed for his wrist. And both of them took each other's bait. Except, only one knew a way out.
*CLANG*
7 meters apart, Aron had jumped back a meter.
Cecil threw Red Rager at Aron with as much force he could use.
Instead of blocking with his sword, Aron grabbed the Red handle mid air, and then—
*woooOSSH*
Green Guardian flew out, missing Aron by a wide margin,
but it began curving like a boomera
*WOOSH*
Aron threw his sword, straight line, no wasted movements.
*thump*
"kuh—"
Cecil was launched back 2 meters, and fell on his back.
Aron sidestepped the boomeranging Green dagger, which was not needed. All the daggers flew back to Cecil.
"god damn it Melder... What level 1 moves like that?"
Cecil spoke in a daze, still lying on his back.
"or throws something that hard?"
The colorful daggers flew beside him, arranging themselves in a straight rod.
"Ever seen a Centaur or an orc, C?"
Aron spoke, walking over to Cecil's side.
"Normally, you would have been skewered by that attack, so I'd say the pain's accurate."
Now he was right beside Cecil, Helping him up.
Out of the entire crowd, the few fangirls who were not just staring at Aron's muscles had an unconcious layer of cold sweat on their foreheads.
Now THAT was a hard fight. All of them had varying amounts of pride, but they all knew.
They would not last against Aron.
Cecil had lasted way longer than they possibly could.
That was a brief fight, but one thing was clear. Both sides were tactical madmen.
Cecil groaned as he stood up, the daggers orbiting indignantly.
"How did I do?"
"too textbooky"
"what?"
"C, you were attacking vital points, right?"
"yeah...?"
"That is good, but you did not check if they were protected or not."
"I... Guess yeah, but how do I check if they are protected or not?"
Cecil was fully up now.
"Low risk fient"
Aron was halfway across the arena now.
"Though, I guess I should clarify the difference between a bluff and a feint first."
Pitch Black mana, with dark Violet streaks that almost blend into the whole mass spawned from his hand, and morphed into two human figures.
"A bluff is, well, gambling. You pretend to miss, or make a weak move. If your opponent counters, you strike any new opening you find. If they don't bite the bait, you make yourself look like an idiot."
Cecil was suddenly hit by a wave of cringe, suddenly remembering how he unanimated yesterday in hopes of getting his Mp back.
"A fient is also a fake move. But the difference is, even if your opponent doesn't get fooled, you still gain an advantage or maintain positions."
Aron was now back at his corner.
"Ready for round 2?"