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Welcome to THE RED QUEEN ARENA!

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Your Arena!
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:arrow: Fight at your own will!

Okinawa- I let you fight Der Fuhrer because they are pretty much active.

Taira slowly opend his eyes, his hands lowering to his swords. Rising, he walked towards the door to his cabin. With a brief hesitation, listening for anyone on the other side, he opens the door walks out, heading for the galley. To fight while hungry is to give yourself another enemy to fight. A distracted man is a man who makes mistakes.

He walks along the hallway, his hands on the hilts of his swords. Reaching the galley he enters and begins to eat, keeping one eye on the door and one hand close to his belt.

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Note: Sorry this is so big, I still cannot minimize pictures. I will post it later smaller, hosting it from my site, but I do not have time right now to do that.

Jasessatoria, nonchalantly, stepped off of her mini boat, that transported her to the cruise ship, which was now in motion. She climbed up a latter, located on the side of the large ship. Slowly and nonchalantly, her small fire arms at her sides, while her sniper rifle was strapped to her back, she made her way along the ship's decks.

She looked for her opponent, and seeing Destiny, who informed her that he had stopped to take a bite, she headed toward the kitchen. Sure enough, there he was, eating and on close alert. Her presence did not go unnoticed by him, who already knew she was coming.

Feeling rather hungry herself, being that she had not eaten out of anticipation, she grabbed an apple and joined him at his table.

"So, you must my opponent? Hello. I am Jasessatoria."

She extended her hand pleasently, with no amnosity. Although her cold blooded nature was elsewise, she had a code of conduct which she abided by very strictly.

Taira slowly looked his opponent up and down, taking in her weaponry and the obvious ease with which she carried it. Once satisfied that she wasn't hiding a concealed weapon, at least not one with which she was planning on striking, he lowered his eating hand to his plate, depositing the rice pattie he had been in the process of eating. He then picks up a napkin and cleans his hand and mouth, removing any sign that he had been eating. A mans body is his temple, one must keep it clean or risk angering the spirit that resides there. Once clean he likewise extends his hand, grasping her wrist in the customary fashion.

"Greetings, I am Taira Shigesuke. Welcome to the ship. Will you be joining me for lunch?"

He notices the apple, but one must always ask and never assume.

Jasessatoria, smiled pleasently.

"Yes, I do believe I shall join you for lunch. We will only begin our fight at your convience."

She took a bite of the apple, the crisp outer skin breaking under her teeth.

Taira eats (Not really much more to say on that point.

Taira finishes eating.

Taira does a neat little monkey dance (Well, not really. But wouldn't that be funny as hell to watch?)

He rises from the table, picking up his empty plate as moves. Military Motto: Take all you want, but eat what you take

"I have finished. When will you be ready?"

"I am ready at your will."

"Very well. Let's begin."

With that he steps forward, raises his arm, and flings the plate right at his opponents forhead.

Jasessatoria leaned back on her chair, while withdrawing her pistol, as the chair fell to the floor.

She held her aim at her opponent and smiled, "You nearly caught me off guard. Good job my friend."

JS was always in the mood for a good fight. She continued to hold her aim on her opponent, as she rolled to the side, quickly stood up, and made a run for the nearest exit.

A fight outside would be better to her advantage.

But Taira was determined to keep the fight inside. As Jasessatoria ran to the exit he stepped forward, grabbing the many utensils still on the table (It's okay if I use these, right? I didn't list them in my characters application) and flinging the forward, two knives at her back and a fork at the door handle (the one at the door is more just to make her pause than to actually do something).

As the utensils leave his fingers he reaches down to his belt, drawing his swords and running forward. A quick fight is a surviveable fight. He was going to end this quickly.

She felt a knife drive into her lower back, while another implanted itself in her scalpula. She winced as she reached for the door knob, the fork impaling her hand. Using her free hand, she yanked the fork from her hand.

She whipped around, seeing her opponent narrowing in on her. "Damn," she muttered as she deceively kicked back, breaking the door open. Still holding the pistol, she aimed on him again, holding the fork in her injured hand now.

The knives still awkwardly jutted out of her back, but she ceased feeling them in the instensity of the fight. She slowly crept her way backword, keeping aim on her quickly advancing opponent, trying to exit the room.

OOC: I must say, that was well done. Most people here (including me) would have had their character dodge all the flying stuff and manage to prance out of the room without a scratch on him/her. It shows great skill to be willing to have your character injured

IC:

Taira, impressed by his opponents fortitude, paused for a second to re-evaluate his opponent. This would not be a simple two shot match. This would be a challenge. Still, a follower of Bushido must keep Death with him at all time. It must not daunt one.

Seeing her leaving the room, and realising that a fight outside with much distance would be to her advantage, Taira presses his attack. As she passes through the doorway he leaps forward, bringing one sword down at the top of her head and the other in sideways, aiming right for the joining of the head and neck. The quickest way to defeat an animal is to remove the head.

JS, thinking fast, shot at the sword coming down at her. Moving her body sideways to lift her leg, the second sword slid along her arm, as she jabbed the fork into her opponents hand.

Wrapping her lifted leg around the opponent's neck she brought him to the ground.

She smiled, as she stood up, again making for the door.

The bullet impacted at the hilt of the first sword, knocking the sword out of Taira's hand and really hurting his wrist (Have you ever had your wrist wrenched? It is really not fun. Seriously, owie!).

The fork, dulled from being stabbed into and removed from JS's hand, pierces Taira's hand with a bit more tearing.

Before Taira can react to that he is suddenly lying on his back, JS's leg wrapped around his neck. As she got up he took the sword he still had (the one in the fork hand) and slashed at her legs, following with a leg sweep in case she dodged the sword.

OOC:
I believe the best way to role play is to take a hit. It gives the player more of a challenge, and I love challenges.

Wrist snaps. Yes, unfortunately they hurt terribly. I could just imagine, and my character would have given you a hug if she was not going to be stabbed. :wink:


IC:
Unknowing of the leg sweep that would have been the best course of action, she accepted the stab in the leg with the sword. She felt the cold blade drive itself into her leg. The warm blood dripped down her leg.

Thinking quickly, she grabbed the blade from him, and drove it all the way through her leg. Her thoughts were not clear at the time, but she had been trained to take the course of action.

Seeing her opponent, momentarily weaponless, give the fork, she limped out of the door, the sword impelled through her leg, gleaming red now from her blood. She stretched to her back and grabbed her rifle. "Sure," she thought, "the knives missed the rifle."

She took off the safety, checked her clip, and prepared for a nice clean shot; that or some melee combat.

OOC: Wait........did she just saw through her own leg? Holy S***!

IC:

Taira rolled to the side, out of JS's direct line of sight (gotta love those walls surrounding the doors), pausing to recuperate (a fork in the hand usually gives a person reason to pause) and to ready another attack. He then reaches down, grasping the fork and yanking it with one swift jerking motion. Using that same fork he then rips off a piece of table cloth from a nearby table, wrapping his wound and tying it tight. Once sealed up he reaches forward, grabbing the one sword still in the room with his left hand.

Armed once again he slowly approaches the door from the side, ready for a rifle shot to come roaring through. Reaching the door, and knowing that if he just runs out he's liable to get himself shot, he sheathes his sword and grabs a dinner tray. After a brief search for the sun, and the probable position a sniper would set up in, he dashes out with the tray held above his head in his one good hand, reflecting the sun towards his opponents eyes (he hopes).

OOC:
Pscyho, I know. Then again, my nation lacks any means of sanity any more. You should see my character C9! :wink:


IC:
JS, momentarily blinded by the light, did not need to see her opponent to appoximate where to fire. The door way was narrow, there was not much space for him to effeciently dodge a sniper attack while exitting. She fired the shot, the rifle expelled powerfully a bullet, aiming God only knows where do to the lack of sight.

It was an educated guess in which she fired from. She knew his figure from their brief encounter and hypothesized the estimated area of his chest. His head would have been too risky to blindly fire at, for chances of missing were great.

Wasting no time, she lifted her rifle upward, preparing for melee combat if the shot did not nail him.

Good fight my friends! Very interesting! You both seem equally matched. Did I match you up good? :wink:

OOC: You know, based on JS's actions I'm not sure if I want to meet C9. I don't think I could handle it

IC:

The bullet speeds forward, impacting right under Tiara's left shoulder and coming out the back. (Can I get an 'ouch that hurts') With a groan Tiara falls to his knees, clutching his left arm with his already injured right. The sword slips from his fingers, dropping to the ground with a clatter as his arm goes numb. Obviously in pain he raises his head, seeing JS lift her rifle in preperation for in close combat.

"A mistake. Never give your enemy time to recover."

With that he reaches down to his belt with his right hand, grasping the fork which had already known the flesh of both opponents.

"It ends."

He stretches his arm back, then moves it forward so fast it blurs. When his hand stops it is empty, the fork released and moving straight at JS's gullet.

OOC:
:wink: C9 is wickedly insane. Then again, my only diagnosed looney is Mathias. He is suicidial. It is so fun to play his character! Good fight!


IC:
JS felt the dulled prongs of the fork rip into her throat, tearing at her left caratoid artery. She gasped, sadly her last, as she brought her rifle down upon her opponent.

Her body collapsed, as she made for her last weapon. Losing consciousness fast, very fast, her now bloody hands, from grasping at her throat, made for The Desert Eagle.

Unable to ready steady her aim to perfection, being a marksman, she fired the shot before passing out. She aimed at his head with no more aim than an FBI agent.

She passed out, unable to see her last attempt's success or futility.

Taira, slowly grinning as he saw the fork stab deep into her throat, quickly reversed the expression. The frown spread across his face as he saw her draw the Desert Eagle, the frown growing as he saw her take aim at his forhead. The frown disappeared as the bullet drove deep into his temple.

A Samurai keeps Death in mind at all times. A Samurai prepares for Death his entire life. A Samruai quests to embrace Death peacefully when he comes for him. That doesn't mean he likes Death.

"S***. This is not what I had in mind."

He then closes his eyes, going to the final rest.

OOC: Wow, mutual death. Been a long time since that's happened in an RP with me.

OOC:
That was great! You know, you did not have to take the hit, she could have missed. I just put a last attempt in. :wink:

OOC: I know, but I figured that since you were such a good sport about the flying knives I should let JS get a final thing in. Besides, it's my goal in life that when I go, I take somebody else with me. She seemed as good a person as any :twisted: