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| Xeios Posts: 2403/2954 |
"Accept. On your conditions? Fine. I'll try not to kill you."
Leon spoke smugly as he usually did. His hair trimmed shorter than it used to be, keeping it, for the most part, out of his face. He drew his greatsword and one handed it to the right of this body. The sword was beautiful, and shone a brilliant silver. The handle of the blade was extended for certain strategic value, and Leon stood with his left hand palming the bottom of the hilt. His gun was sitting lazily in his holster. The Shard-Eye activated. Seeking out the description and data on Seifer's shards. Also helping him know when they would be activated. A cheap move, but one that a man so outnumbered by shards must know. "Whenever you are ready..." |
| Cairoi Posts: 2409/3807 |
This is a dream battle between Seifer Ehnzo and Leon Machina, two characters in the (soon to be complete RP) War of the Shards.
Seifer walked quietly down the beaten dirt road, enjoying the tranquil sounds of the band of gypsies, playing their soulful flamenco music. The music called to him, Seifer felt, as he watched Leon approach. The dusk sunlight scorched the ground, contrasted by the dark shadows of the gypsies, of Seifer, of the sporadic placement of trees and bushes, and of his upcoming friend and rival, Leon. "Old friend, it seems not even fate could stop this day from coming." Seifer reached to the hilt of his broadsword and drew it, stabbing it into the ground. "We each hold a sword, as well as a gun." Seifer placed his hand on his revolver, hanging from his waist. "We each hold our shards, as well." Seifer touches the three shards dangling off his necklace, besides the one glimmering in a slot in his sword, as well as one in his gun. "Anything goes. Fight until surrender." Seifer nodded, a small grin on his face. "Do you accept?" |
