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Krillian squared her shoulders back whilst widening her stance, intently watching Mavis just across from her for a few seconds before lunging towards the angel as swiftly as she could. Keeping low to the ground the vampire immediately directed a slash of the wooden dagger-like weapons at the woman's legs.

Mavis flew up and escaped the attack. She swung her staff at her.

Krillian had to crane her neck up in order to keep Mavis in her sights as the angel easily dodged her first initial attack, but it appeared to put the vampire in harms way in the process. She barely had time to notice the staff coming towards her face before she could snap her head back to avoid it, feeling it skit across her nose and brush the woman's eyelashes. Taking one step back Krillian made sure that all of her opponent was in view, yet didn't make any other moves. Can't fight what you can't reach.

Mavis did a power move. She flew higher then crashed down making the floor under Krillian shake hard.

((I’m really sorry for vanishing on you, especially considering you don’t have any other characters to play as! The places I’ve been staying have had little to no WiFi, and I decided to prioritise other things with the little time I had. In hindsight, I should’ve tried to inform you. Again, really sorry!))

His eyes darted between the whirling blades, curious as to what this could mean. Duplication magic? Rare, but not out of the question.... Illusions seemed much more potential. Surely he wasn’t simply that fast? Still, it was only a training sword, and knowledge would typically prove more advantageous than dodging a swipe or three. “Well, looks like someone wants to play their hand early.” His hand darted up to block the one coming at his face using the back of his palm, acknowledging it as weaker than his chest. He awaited the attack patiently as he started thinking ahead to his strategy for after the blades connected.

Krillian tried to keep her balance but failed in the end, falling backwards onto her side, one arm managing to shoot out and stop her body from completely colliding with the ground.

This gave May a chance to get ready for Krillians next move.

Krillian brought herself back up to a standing position, a little rattled, but otherwise in the same condition she was when they started. Noticing that Mavis wasn't making an moves towards her, the vampire guessed that the woman was waiting for her to attack again. Adjusting the grip on the wooden daggers once more, Krillian flashes forward yet again, aiming for the abdomen this time. The second dagger jabbing towards Mavis's stomach.

May moved away again. She tried not to get hit. She felt like that would’ve been good practice to have.

Krillian put her body weight forward more in order to use the momentum to propel herself towards Mavis just that much more, thrusting both weapons at the angel's face, throwing a leg out in attempts to swipe her own legs as well.

The one going towards his face vanished upon contact, as well as one of the others. The blade cracked upon contact, reddish-black energy flowing down the wooden surface. He took a few steps backwards, breathing heavily as the energy flowed into a small scratch that was made upon contact.

Mavis used her staff to block the weapons coming at her.

Krillian felt a flourish of satisfaction, even as her daggers were pushed into a halt, since Mavis failed to block her incoming leg that went to sweep the angel's legs from under her.

"As I suspected, just an illusi-" his unending thread of examinations was drawn to a halt as he watched the mysterious substance absorb into his flesh, an odd feeling flowing through his chest where it had struck. "Now, that is interesting. You wouldn't mind sharing what that does, would you?" He asked. While he was genuinely curious, he of course knew it was very unlikely a tactician would throw a valuable knowledge advantage like that away so quickly. Still, he had his own ulterior motives for striking up a conversation....

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm afraid that I do mind, in fact." He said with a smile, dropping the now-useless weapon. "It should be taking effect.... now." He said as the substance flowed back to the surface and into his hand, forming into a quill. He started scratching runes into his arm with the quill, grimacing as blood flowed down to the ground.

He raised one eyebrow, slightly concerned for Wrizor. "This.... This is a training match, Wrizor. You didn't have to do that. You're in advantage." Obviously this was linked to his powers somehow, but... What was he trying to prove? A memory suddenly resurfaced in Kodoku's head. A memory of how quickly he had trusted Wrizor, despite his permanent misgiving of newer students. The energy? The quill? He realized that, with next to no knowledge of Wrizors true capabilities, he may very well have just given Wrizor the ability to kill him on the spot. "I....." He slammed his fists together, looking into Wrizors eyes. "YOU!!" He darted forwards in an instant, leaping into the air and swinging his heel towards the side of his skull, his eyes glistening with a burning rage.

His eyes widened as Kodoku attacked, almost managing to scratch one last rune into place before the blow connected. He slammed into the ground headfirst, the quill dissolving into a red mist. The runes on his arm sank below the surface of his skin and scarred over quickly, a line through the final one causing the scars to fade into obscurity. He pushed himself to his feet, rubbing his head. "Alright, I get it, you win." He muttered, wiping blood from his now-broken nose.

"No, I'm not just gonna let you walk away from this. What were you trying to do to me, traitor?" he said, too stuck in his ways to notice he had likely just permanently lost his one 'friendship' over practically nothing. "Who are you working for?" He had his suspicions, but he wasn't quite ready to voice them yet.

He took a step backwards, holding up his good arm to try and defend himself against any other attacks. "What is WRONG with you!?" He asked angrily, glaring at Kodoku. "I'm not working for anyone right now!" He yelled as he re-formed the quill, ready to fight if he attacked again.

He lowered his fists, a slight confusion crossing his face. "You... But... Why would you carve your skin for a training match? That doesn't.... I thought you were trying to kill me." He had tested essentially everyone now. Nobody had been hired. Nobody had been sent after him. His shoulders sunk back to a more passive position, a rush of guilt flooding him. "Listen, Wrizor, I..." He had no idea how he was going to apologise for this, and he doubted anything he could say would make it up to him anyway.