Foil Round 1: Sommers vs. Windblade

Lotus Windblade
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I wait as all the formal rules are read. How annoying they can be. Blah blah blah, yes I get it. Be the first to stab the other person. I glance down at my pathetic wire of a sword. I would feel so much more comfortable with a real sword. If only there was a knife-throwing event. I would win with my eyes closed. Holding the sword, the round begins. Underestimating my pathetic-looking opponent, I lunge straight at his chest.

[lunges at Alphonse]
[dice=20]
[parry- no point]

His sword shoots out and blocks my lunge. He isn't to be underestimated. At least he can hold the sword, I know now. Stepping back, I get ready to block his next move.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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My sword blocks his lunge easily. Obviously he doesn't know my capabilities. Maybe this is the time to show him. Feinting first, I snake my sword towards my opponent.

[lunges at Sommers]
[dice=20]
[chest- point]

The tip of the wire sword hits its mark, right in the center of Sommer's chest. Nothing above what's to be accepted. Not letting my guard down, I take a few steps back, so he doesn't get an easy shot on me. This was going to be a breeze.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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[your dice doesn't like you :3]

Summers, Sammers, whatever his name is, lunges towards me suddenly. Instinctly I lift my leg up to block it, knowing that I wouldn't have time to dodge. In real combat your leg is always better than your heart. The wire bends against my knee and the scoreboard remains the same. There was a reason I chose foil. It's obviously the only fencing event that makes sense. Aim for the internal organs, nothing else really matters. Except for the head. That should count, I don't see why it doesn't. Turning my attention back to my target, my foil sword shoots out towards the opponent's general direction.

[lunges at Sommers]
[dice=20]
[parry]

Used to the small blades, i miscalculate the length of the wire, shooting out the blade almost on top of his. Mad, I leap back before he can get any easy shots. "So, what district are you in? Poor them to have you. Cause obviously you have no offense whatsoever, only defense. Which is the stance of cowards," I say, my voice like steel. Words are sometimes more intimidating then actions, and if you tweak the words just right, it's very easy to make psyche my enemies out.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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[lunges at Sommers]
[dice=20]

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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Just as my opponent lunges towards me, I thrust out my sword. We touch at the same time. But I know that he will, of course, get the point, since he attacked first. Hissing at my stupidity for not parrying instead, I shoot my wire out fast as lightning before Sommers can parry.
[dice=20]
[chest]
[2-2]

It hits right in the chest. The scoreboard now reads 2 - 2. And my stupid opponent has the advantage. How did I let this happeen? I underestimated him, but now, he will see my real nasty side.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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[3-2 (Sommers)]
I leap back as Sommer's wire shoots out, and the tip of it barely touches my chest. Closing my eyes, I calm down, canceling everything out except for my opponent. Feinting to the right and then to the left, I aim right to the center of his chest.

[lunges at Sommers]
[dice=20]
[UGGGGHHHH point for green lol I hate u dice]

My stupid wire falls short and Sommers lunges towards me. Since my wire was outstretched, both lights light up. But apparently HE gets the point. 4 - 2. I literally hiss in rage, eyes narrowed to slits. If I lose against this idiot, I may stab him with a real sword.

Lotus Windblade

Bio
doing
thinking
"speaking"
"other people speaking"
dreaming

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[uhhh aren't u gonna rp?]

It becomes harder and harder to keep my breath calm as Sommers gets another point. Curse his name.

[dice=20]
[pulverizes dice with flamethrower SCREW YOU DICE!!!]

6 - 2. I hate my life.