(Oh gourd the post!)
Fighting him with Blue Moon activated was perhaps tricky, but to fight him this close was perhaps suicide. Of course, a scythe would carry with it more power than a mere sword, if in the right hands. Within a few swings, and a few rounds of parrying against Minea, he was overpowering her. Yet there was no room for him to finish this, not without completely exposing himself to a counter. But her defences were falling apart. It was not too soon before Sly guessed that this form was far too much for her to handle. But before he could think of an alternative, Minea suddenly…stopped blocking.
He faltered a bit, and he could blame that moment for a very narrow miss against an open opportunity. Then he understood why. The rapiers were here. Sly stayed his ground and watched as she daringly jumped towards those rapiers. One of them, it seemed, managed to strike her directly in the arm and spilled blood onto the roof. Minea landed back on the roof safely on her feet before investigating that wound. If this were a real witch hunt, Sly would not have been so generous to offer a quick respite. But this was suppose to be training, yet he drew blood from his own pupil. Sly kept his grip on Blue Moon tight, and brought all his rapiers back behind him, organising themselves into wings, with one blade on his right ‘wing’ dripping with her blood. There he waited, to see what she was going to do next. Would she want to end this now? Or would she continue? It was a complete mystery, but they were no longer following his routine of basic training.
As he waited, he gritted his teeth. He went overboard this time, and he was going to pay for it. Without the use of her arm, she would not be at her most optimal condition to fight. Sly could easily take advantage of that and defeat her. He supposed he should treat her first, maybe enjoy a quick break doing so, before continuing where they left of. Smiling, Sly released one hand from Blue Moon and took a step forward. In that moment, Minea was standing up, her pose telling him that she was ready to continue.
Then she quickly stumbled onto the ground. At first, Sly thought she was a bit dizzy after their hectic first round, or perhaps she tripped on the now uneven rooftop. But then she just stayed there. No. Something was definitely wrong. He wanted to run to her. To drop everything and at least see if she was alright. Her look stopped him quickly. There was pain in that expression, but something else as well. Fear? Her eye, turning red and bleeding before him, and Sly could see how well she had clawed into it. It was frightening on first glance. Before he could ponder, Minea, staring right through him, demanded him to leave and offered to explain everything afterwards…
…if he was still alive?
It was not like he could leave anyways when she suddenly dropped onto the ground. After a brief moment, like nothing had happened, she was up again. Minea… no, that did not look like her. Her eyes turned purple, and that stern look turned to what seemed to be a… rather volatile expression. Sly just remained still as she reassessed that wound. Then she dropped into quite a speech about being free and breaking others, literally and figuratively, in some unsightly and horrible manner. She asked him a question, but quickly went on a list of guesses to determine why they were fighting in the first place. So she did not know. That was perhaps understandable for someone possessing another’s body.
Sly did in fact remember this…woman. He fought against her before, though he could not quite recollect what happened back then. It involved him having backup. He even needed to involve One and Gojira in that fight. She had to be very strong indeed. Sly spun Blue Moon around in front of him, twirling it before letting it spin on one arm instead and, as he grabbed it, placed it behind him, close to his back. The blade rested onto the ground, ready to come up front again if ever need be. I was wondering when you would show yourself again.
She then went on to talk about his weapon. A copycat? Of course it was a copycat type of weapon! It could mould into anything Sly desired. And then she went on to talk about his bloated ego, which was untrue, and how she could kill him, and think he had some bragging rights to begin with…
So much credibility was lost from her ongoing speech that Sly just raised an eyebrow, zoning out from what she was saying. He just waited for her to restart the fight. Then I guess it takes just one bug like me to beat you. Sly lifted Blue Moon with both hands again and prepared it for a rush towards her, the blade out and pointing towards his target. A word of advice. Know your place, yourself. I would not open that big mouth of yours if you know little of your opponent.
This woman summoned purple floating blades, like the last time they fought. Using them, she kept Sly’s floating rapiers occupied, but they were far outnumbered. She still had five, close behind her, and she was rushing forward already. In her hand, she formed a scythe, much like his own, and Sly connected his scythe with hers. Only this time, their power was quite matched. At least for a split second until this woman went absolute lunatic and broke this lock to strike again, within the second she made first contact. His block was perhaps lucky, but as he thought of that, the shaft of her scythe was already heading for his stomach. As if by instinct, he blocked it with the shaft of his own and, realising the woman had moved behind him, he quickly spun Blue Moon behind him, their blades connecting once again. The force of such added to his need to run forward and distance himself, and he felt a mild sting on his back as he was slashed.
Sly recovered quickly, standing 3metres away and turning to her before blocking her diagonal slash. The impact of such pushed him a further 5metres back, and Sly jumped back so he was now 13metres. His back flared again, but it was more of a sting. He knew he was cut. It was shallow at least and nothing too serious, hopefully not or it would be well into his spine.
This was no longer training… but an execution.
Sly relaxed his pose and stood up straight. It was clear that his current weapons were outmatched. Seeing how she struck with the scythe, it was a lot lighter. He would need another one of his potions if he were to balance the field. With that thought, another spell circle appeared, this one on the ground in front of him. A brown and green potion floated up and bobbed. Slowly he released the grip of Blue Moon with one hand and extended it out, his timepiece reacting to form another rapier in its. When it was done, Sly extended the blade towards the woman, then flipped it around so it was pointing towards the potion.
I may not have my friends with me, Sly said, releasing the rapier and let it pierce the potion. It sunk into the ground, like suddenly the roof had become water, and the whole surface stretched across every corner of it, filling it with a green glow and emitting harmless green wisps of light like fireflies. But I did not become one of Dragonstorm for nothing. Just as he finished the last word, he tensed his exposed hand. The rapier sprung up from under the ground and into his grip again, only this time, the rapier had turned brown, adorned with elegant green curves that ended in spades, like they were branches and leaves that slightly stuck out from the base.
Sly rolled it around until the blade was pointing towards the woman. If she were to look around, more of these rapiers would slowly start to rise from the roof on random locations, rooted and waiting to be used. If she tried to pull one of them, it would be rooted like a tree. Yes, they would only be wielded by Sly.
Let’s dance.
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Health: 100% [Time Magic: 100%]
True pieces available: 0%
False pieces available: 90%
Structures:
Blue Moon Scythe
10 wing blades
Enigma blade