Green Guardian was attacking, Red Rager was preparing, Blue Blitz was resting. Aron's sword hand moved twice.
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
The Green and Blue daggers flew off in opposite directions, vaguely towards Cecil, and Aron dashed towards Cecil, uninterrupted for 6 meters before suddenly turning around, swinging at the furiously approaching Red Rager.
*CLANG*
9 meters apart
After striking it away, Aron again advanced at Cecil, and looked around.
The Green one was slowly rising, but the Blue one was nowhere to be seen.
Aron took a step forward, and-
*SHING*
Blue Blitz was right above his head tearing the air, Truthfully, Aron did not see that coming(level 1 awareness)
*CLANG CLANG*
*crACK*
7 meters apart
Aron swung once over his head, and then overhead, embedding the dagger into the ground...
... And began advancing again. Fast.
*damned oreo*
Cecil cursed internally as Blue Blitz squealed in his mind.
Then, suddenly, he had an Idea.
Not usable for this round.
Well, he had planned on winning this round.
So guess that idea was more of a distraction.
Aron was closing in quickly, and suddenly jumped back.
*wooooOOOSSHHHH*
Green Guardian hurlt at him, and missed completely, hitting the dagger stuck in the ground. Aron looked at Cecil, holding Red Rager, and advanced uninterrupted.
By the few moments it took Aron to reach Cecil, all three daggers had returned to him. Green Guardian in right hand and Red Rager in left as Blue Blitz floated above his head.
3 meters apart
Cecil threw Red Rager immediately at Aron.
*WOO—*
*CLANG*
Aron deflected it easily, despite the speed, and immediately took a defencive stance as he smirked slightly.
Cecil lunged at Aron with Green Guardian, and they clashed blades, Aron aimed for Cecil's shoulder, and Cecil raised Green Guardian.
*CLAng*
Cecil took two steps back, and Aron took one forward, swinging at Cecil's neck, and Cecil ducked, raising Green Guardian as Aron swung downwards.
*CLANG*
Cecil's wrists were ready to give up, and he sunk to the ground slightly. And the round ended.
*SHING*
Aron practically teleported backwards as Blue Blitz shot at him.
And with that, Cecil made Aron use a skill for the first time.
*Aron'sskill
[
As long as a sneak attack is detected, the user dodges instinctively
]
Blue Blitz didn't stop after one strike, homing in on Aron again.
*CLANG*
Aron swatted it away, and looked at Cecil. The Red and Green daggers were back in his hands.
Aron felt as if the daggers had suddenly jumped a few levels, but Red Rager flew at him again, and Aron started his counter. By throwing his sword.
*WOOOO—*
*CLANG*
Green Guardian blocked the incoming sword, and Cecil grimaced as vibrations shot through his arm. And Aron dashed full speed at Cecil.
And punched him lightly.
"That was a good strat"
Aron began, and the daggers returned to Cecil.
"I think most near your level would be unable to break out of that blender of an attack."
[Mp- 52/60]
Animating right now would leave him suspiciously tired, so negociation it is.
"So I techni—"
"But this trick doesn't work against a group."
Aron turned to look at the audience, they were too quiet.
The fangirls were not quiet, they were cooking up gossip in their head. Only a few were focusing on the actual fight.
Only two girls had different thoughts than the majority.
Lydie Voltaire, the rank 4.
The girl who everyone called 'French', the rank 6.
"Lydie, you look like you want to pounce on Aron. Blink, idiot."
Her voice sounded tired, and combined with her white hair that deliberately hid her face, one would think that she was someone's visiting grandma.
The blonde beside her had thunderbolt shaped earrings, and was staring at Aron.
The 'French' girl poked Lydie's ribs.
No response.
She poked a bit higher, about the elbow.
No response.
Lydie was about 172 cm tall, and the 'French' girl was 152.
"Lydie, wipe the drool off your Face."
The Blonde's hand shot up to her cherry red lips, but found nothing. She would normally pout, but her eyes were glued.
"Damn, okay, when you're done staring at the big man, try to think how Velhana is pulling out actually threatening tactics."
Lydie smiled, and the 'French' girl knew it was not because of her words.
Round 8
Cecil really had no means of dealing with a crowd as of the moment, so Cecil was trying to devise a way to deal with an opponent focusing on defending while following Aron's latest advice.
"Don't just stand there like you are some kind of puppet master. There will be a monster equivalent of a sniper on you at all times."
Fun Fact:
Deus Ex Machina was used to refer to the puppet masters in Greek theaters.
So, right now, Cecil is planning a reckless move. Attacking with all three daggers at once. He could feel all of their hype as if it's his own.
He's calling it high risk, high reward.
It is possible to create your own skill if some action has enough conceptual depth, technique and complexity and you have a high level of proficiency in ita.
This is Cecil's own(?) technique, which he hopes one day turns into a Skill.
Three blurs of rapidly rotating daggers shot at Aron, the blue spiral rotating noticeably faster.
Aron's eyebrow slightly twiched, this was not what he was thinking.
This move was actually capable of drawing blood from a fair few levels below the opponent, mostly because any low level Binder or monster would find it impossible to detect each dagger individually, instead being able to only sense a mass of sharp colors.
Aron immediately sidestepped, letting the wave of three colors fly past him.
Cecil was now defenseless, and Aron was closing in, already thinking about what to say after this round.
7 meters apart
Aron felt the wind move wierd behind him, and saw the spiralling daggers approaching him again. They turned mid air, apparently.
And Aron's sword hand blurred.
*CLANG* *CLANG*
*CLANG*
The three daggers staggered in three directions, and judging by their mental cries, this attack was harder hitting.
Aron's sword moved in a pattern like a six pointed star.
*BANG**BANG**BANG*
The three daggers were now floating in the air, arranged in a triangle.
But only 3 of the 6 points were hit.
*ZOOOOOOM*
*ZOOOOOOM*
*ZOOOOOOM*
The three daggers were struck again, spiralling straight at Cecil like they were destined to destroy.
Cecil couldn't move, he wanted to move, but moving made him feel that the daggers curved towards him. The danger he felt from moving and standing was equal. Fuck,Too late.
The daggers flew out of the arena.
"C, you were supposed to dodge that."
The fuck you mean dodge?!