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Anya Roscoe

"I am but a sword, and nothing more. My body is forged of steel, my heart as cold as ice: an undying, unliving weapon. If I encounter it, it will be cut, for that is all that these hands of mine can do."

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a character in “Stella Luna Academy”, as played by Tsukiakari

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Name: Anya Roscoe
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at a total height of five feet, five inches, Anya manages to be rather imposing in person despite her rather average size, doll-like appearance, and calm, cool demeanor. Her skin is pale and soft, almost as though finely crafted from porcelain, and her figure is thin, with long, lean limbs, a slender, smoothly curving body, and a very limber, compact, and yet imperceptibly powerful build despite her narrow shoulders and form. Perhaps some of her authoritative presence comes from her face, then, which, despite its rounded shape and silken texture, with a petite nose, chin, and ears, and rosy red lips with shimmering white teeth, has in its most prominent place a pair of emerald green eyes that seem to burn with the inner fire of twin suns, piercing forward like the blades the use of which has calloused her delicate hands. Or, perhaps this presence stems from the flowing mane of straight, silken hair, raven black in hue, that flows out behind her like a storm cloud, yet also frames her countenance, further bringing out the brilliant green of her eyes through contrast with the white of her skin and the dark shadow of her waist-length tresses.

Anya is generally seen in a rather businesslike attire, consisting of a pinstriped white blouse tied with a blue-green tie, a button-up black blazer trimmed and lined in radiant white, a jet black skirt and tights, and simple black dress shoes. When in combat, her blazer is replaced by a duster of black leather which reaches down to her ankles and provides some level of protection against attacks whilst not hindering her movement, mobility being the reasoning behind her outfit in the first place.

Anya possesses one very important trinket: a silver-chained gold locket with a roughly spherical emerald at its center, inside of which is a small photograph of a young Anya, and her parents. This is an object she would die to keep from falling into anyone else's hands, and one that holds immeasurable emotional value to her. However, as her parents are generally a sore spot for her, she usually keeps the locket concealed against her own person, slipped beneath her blouse. The very fact that one might know about this locket and its contents is generally a sign that she trusts that person very much.

On a final note, when not fighting, Anya is generally seen wearing a pair of small, red-rimmed spectacles, as pictured below - generally for reading purposes.
Weapon Type: Lunar AND Solar Blades
Weapon: Anya is one of the very few individuals to manifest an exception to the general rules of single weaponry and deity alignment. Perhaps because of her eternal desire to achieve perfection and to overcome all limits imposed upon her fighting ability - viewing them as her own personal weakness - when the time came for her to weapon to appear, many people were shocked to find that she was capable of summoning not just one blade, but a pair of matching swords, one aligned to the moon deity Zwei and one to the sun goddess Sol, the one possessing a blade made of purest light condensed into steel, and the other created of blackest darkness crisscrossed with a crimson grid-like structure. These blades are both marked with the symbol of Ying and Yang, and each bear individual names by which they can be summoned, although they can also be formed in a weaker, but more compact form by simply calling them forth without calling their names. This simplified summoning makes them easier to wield, allowing Anya to summon and use them for extended periods of time, but also reduces their cutting power, making them somewhat less effective against stronger opponents, and causes them to break at times during battle, forcing her to re-summon them. However, by calling their names - The white blade Amaterasu, and the black sword known as Tsukuyomi - Anya can create much larger versions of the two swords - known as Type-TRUE - each covered with feather-like serrations so as to appear like a pair of angelic and demonic wings. These blades are surprisingly just as fast as their more compact forms - which is to say, astonishingly so - but are also much harder to break and capable of dealing much more damage with each swing. However, simply creating both Type-TRUE blades is enough to nearly exhaust Anya at this point, making them rather impractical to use in combat save as a guaranteed-kill finishing move. However, given time and practice, it is possible that Anya might one day be able to use both weapons in this state for a decent duration in battle.

On a final note, the twin blades in either form fly and spin incredibly fast when thrown, and always seem to arc back around like boomerangs into their wielder's hands.

The two blades are pictured below, in their basic forms on the right, and in their Type-TRUE forms on the left.

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Partner: To be determined.
Personality: Anya is a rather cold individual, detesting weakness in other beings, but also looking down with disgust upon those who take advantage of the same weakness she hates. She also has a very high respect for ties of blood, and thus is similarly enraged by those who treat the relatives they should cherish and protect with hatred and derision. She's very single-minded, striving always to accomplish the tasks she is assigned in as efficient and complete manner as possible. This ranges from her studies to combat, as in the former she generally acts the role of model students and in the latter she fights with a furious devotion and surprising skill. But, on the other hand, she's the sort of person who doesn't have very much in the way of social skills, and who sacrifices most elements of a normal, balanced life to study and practice her skills with her swords. While most people admire her talent, she also has few, if any, friends, and feels somewhat bitter due to the emptiness her life leaves, feeling obligated to continue improving herself and concealing her envy for those who don't share her fanatical perfectionism through a misguided sense of pride, deceiving herself as best she can and denying any desire for a normal life even though it's the thing she's desperately in need of. In the same vein, she finds it rather embarrassing to help other people if she can help it, since people make assumptions which in turn damage her pride, causing her to adopt a somewhat Tsundere approach, with excuses like "I was just passing through," and "I'm only doing this because you need it," being quite common in such situations. Still, if she could just realize how she really feels, she might actually turn out to be a nice person. But, that's a pretty big if.
Favorite activities/Classes: Combat, information on the Shari... generally anything that increases her overall lethality.
Likes: Excelling in things she puts her mind to, fighting, strength and strong-willed individuals, and reading books.
Dislikes: Not being able to accomplish something, procrastination, people - including herself - who attempt things without giving them their utmost effort, people who rely entirely on others, people who oppress the weak, and her own cooking, which is rather lackluster to say the least.
Fears/Phobias: Fear of weakness, fear of failure, fear of losing her vaunted pride, and an intense antipathy to being touched.
Background: Anya was born to a rather famous Knight Field Marshal named Alexander Roscoe, and his apprentice Alicia Roscoe, the two of whom were, at one time, some of the most skilled Knights in the order, with combined Shari kills that ranked perhaps in the hundreds. Despite this, however, during an excursion in an early time in Anya's youth, the two were taken by surprise by an ambush set by powerful Shari, and Alicia, gravely wounded, fled with Anya while Alexander fought to the last, dying along with all of those enemies that slew him. Alicia managed to hide Anya, but was then found by the remaining demons, who she lured away before finally being overwhelmed by her enemies and dying as well. The two sacrificed themselves to save Anya, and worse yet, she, as a young girl, was forced to watch. From this point on, even after she was rescued and taken in the by Knights, Anya rarely spoke to anyone, shutting herself up alone for days at a time to train in swordsmanship and to study countless books. From that day forward, she was consumed entirely by one desire. Her parents, who she had thought to be invincible in their strength, had been overcome in the end, and had died to protect her, who was too weak to protect herself. So, she resolved, she would become a person strong enough to protect herself, no matter what the odds she faced might be. Perhaps it was a fear of death, or the guilt of surviving where the rest of her family died, but either way, she was compelled by the singular desire to become stronger, and stronger, and stronger. By the time she reached the academy, her grades were astonishingly high, and her swordsmanship unparalleled amongst the first years. And, when the time came for her to manifest her weapon, she became even more of a renowned prodigy through her unique twin blades. Graduating straight to third year level after only a year of study, Anya is well known amongst the academy students as an apparent genius. But, on the other hand, she's also infamous as an arrogant nuisance, and most people rather dislike her due to her rampant perfectionism, even if they claim to in some way hold admiration for her talents. This caused Anya to further isolate herself, to the point where, despite her promising status as a candidate for Knighthood, almost nobody would ever willingly partner up with her, and she would honestly prefer to go it alone instead of risking the life of another when she could take on all that risk herself. Due to her paranoia, antisocial nature, and rather proud personality, she's a generally disagreeable possible ally in the eyes of most despite her unique skills, so even at this point, she still has no combat partner, a fact which has made her somewhat of a laughingstock amongst the upperclassmen.
Theme Songs: Hellfire Mantle ~ Dante's Inferno ~ "Halfway Along Life's Path..." - Hikosuke, U.N. Owen Was Her? - Sound Sepher and Suwa Foughten Field (Piano)
Other: None at this time.
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So begins...

Anya Roscoe's Story

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With a tremendous roar, a vast inferno blazed out of control, looking like the very pit of hell itself as the flames writhed and rose beneath the stone platform, bubbles forming on the surface of the magma beneath as it surged ever-upward, as though some leviathan of brimstone was awakening from a deep slumber. With a horrendous crash, countless strips of rubble freed themselves from the sloping metal walls all around and plunged into the abyss, vanishing from sight with a splash and a flare of light as they were consumed.

Falling amidst this shower of wreckage, two black shapes continuously struck fiercely out at each other as they dropped together towards the ground below. Again and again, the sounds of clashing metal rang out over the hiss of the maelstrom below, until at last, with a roar and a tremendous crash, the one shape clad in raiment of crimson and white lunged forward with his great cross-spear, pushing back the smaller black-clad figure as she crossed her twin blades to parry the stroke, both cracking beneath the force of the blow and shattering into a thousand pieces, joining the rain of debris as the duelist immediately discarded both useless weapons, flipping head over heels in mid air and coming to a soft landing on the surface of the platform below, just as her enemy came down with a powerful crash across from her. The earthen slab rocked and began to quake as the hellfire sea beneath it went wild, carrying it uneasily across the simmering surface of that burning void. The platform gave a groan as countless cracks appeared in its surface, several shards of the fallen metal landing near its center and nearly breaking it in two. Between the hail of steel, the combatants eyes met, clashing fiercely even when their weapons could not reach each other.

The shock of the countless impacts was incredible, causing a surging wind to rush ever outward from the center of the cyllindrical chamber, spiraling up and up toward the ceiling that was just barely visible, illuminated by the light of the fires so far beneath it. Yet despite the fiery whirlwind now raging through the arena, both combatants stood immovable, even as their flowing garments streamed out around them like the very wind itself. The upperclassman, clad in white, smirked broadly as he leveled his spear at his opponent, who gave a quiet chuckle, inaudible over the roar of the collapsing chamber. The boy had the pride of victory filling his blue eyes, as though the golden crown of triumph had already been placed atop his equally golden head.

"How many is that, now, Blademaster Anya? I've broken six of your precious swords. Aren't you out of weapons yet?" The boy taunted breathlessly, watching as the girl slowly rose, stretching her tired arms in preparation for the next engagement, seemingly unperturbed by the ground's breaking apart beneath her and by the jeering of her opponent.

"And yet," she returned coolly, the determination in her emerald eyes not fading for an instant as she, too, gave a calm smirk, extending her arms before her as light began to form within her opened hands. "You still haven't managed to land a single hit on me, Faustus la Croix, whereas you seem to be reaching your limit." In an instant, the boy's face soured. The several cuts in his otherwise impeccable coat were flashing periodically, a sign given by the simulation system that he had sustained damage in those locations. While the training program blocked out sensations of pain, it did force "wounded" areas to move much more weakly. Sure enough, Faustus looked like it was taking him quite some effort to keep his giant spear leveled at his enemy, considering that three glowing red cuts were crisscrossing over his weapon arm.

"Shut up. I'm not going to lose to some novice, even if everyone says you're some kind of prodigy. I'll take you down in one hit!" He retorted, anger seeping into his formerly composed voice as he abruptly launched himself forward, giving a battle cry that was audible even over the roaring of the flames. Steadying his spear with both hands, he quickly began to close with his enemy.

The battle was reaching its climax. The fourth year student of the Lark house, Faustus, had been fully expected to win without difficulty, and yet, the Second year Anya was still holding her own. Even if she had expended a large amount of energy in generating weapons to replace those which had shattered beneath his crushingly powerful blows, she had also managed to escape completely from harm, something none of the excited students watching from outside the simulation chamber had expected. Faustus, meanwhile, had managed to hold the initiative, keeping Anya on the run for the entire spar, but despite this, he had been unable to completely escape the force of her furious flurries of counterattacks, and bore on his person several wounds to attest to that. Even if none of them were anywhere near "fatal," it would only take a few more hits before the combined weight of countless minor attacks would be enough to call the match in the second year's favor. To that end, all she needed to do was hold Faustus off until his strength gave way, at which point she could finish him with impunity.

It was no surprise, really. Nobody in the academy - at least in this age - had ever heard of a blade user having a dual sword style, whereas she had practiced against plenty of spear-wielding opponents. Anya's combat form was something the lance user was completely unfamiliar with, giving her the advantage despite all of his combat experience. Furthermore, Faustus fought based on strength, whereas her combat style was entirely oriented around speed. Weighed down by his wounds and by his gigantic weapon, Faustus would never be able to catch up to her as things now stood. Even if a single hit would be enough to eliminate her from the match, Anya's agility meant that Faustus' single-minded pursuit of damage-dealing capability was ultimately meaningless. He couldn't beat her if he couldn't land a hit, now could he?

The light in her hands took physical form as she, too, kicked off the ground and shot forward, the stone shattering in her wake from the sheer force of her leap. Raising her arms across her body, twin swords formed within her grasp, the light of the inferno shining brightly off of their immaculate blades. At the same time, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, sliding across the cracking earth as she drew back both arms. Then, with all her might, she flung both weapons straight at the oncoming lancer just as he drew close, at the same time bracing herself and leaping backward with tremendous force.

The spear-wielder, taken momentarily aback by this sudden change of tactics, was nonetheless a capable combat veteran. Reacting quickly, Faustus raised the haft of his weapon and, lunging with it at precisely the right moment, intercepted both of the blades as they spun towards him, deflecting them with a loud clang and sending them hurtling harmlessly overhead. In an instant, he had recovered his momentum, and continued his frantic dash forward just as Anya landed on the very edge of the platform, now weaponless. While maintaining two weapons already, it would be sheer foolishness to attempt summoning a second pair, as doing so would doubtless break her focus completely and cause all of her armaments to disappear, draining her strength completely in the process. And, up against a sheer drop into lava, there was now nowhere for the blademaster to flee. The tension outside reached a fever pitch as Faustus raised his lance to run her through, a blow which would, without a doubt, end the battle in an instant.

Despite all this, Anya still smiled calmly. Even as her imminent defeat appeared inevitable, she did not fear for a second that she would lose. After all, everything was happening according to her plan, wasn't it? That's right... this was checkmate, after all, but... The victory was hers!

There was one thing that Faustus did not know about her weapons. It was a delightfully simple thing, something he had certainly overlooked just as he had certainly neglected to research his opponent in a fit of pride. And yet, it was that simple thing that was now sealing his defeat, even as victory seemed within his grasp.

Anya's twin blades, even when thrown, would absolutely return to their master.

As a sudden whistling noise, caused by a spinning object approaching from behind, reached Faustus' ears, his eyes widened in surprise and realization. And yet, it was already too late. Having begun his attack, there was no way he could shift his balance in time to either defend himself, or escape. Anya had lulled him into a false sense of security, luring him into attacking her by fooling him into thinking she was trapped. And so, too, he had become trapped. The hunter was now the hunted, chased into the snare of his own making by the very target he had sought to slay.

With an audible sound and a flash of red light, a jet black blade drove itself clean through Faustus from behind, causing him to stumble in his triumphant rush towards his seemingly helpless target. As he staggered forward, doubtless feeling the insurmountable weight of a sure-kill wound on his chest, he raised his spear in a futile attempt to make a mutual kill.

"It's useless," Anya said calmly, raising her left hand to her side. The lance head was only inches away from her heart, and would strike her within the blink of an eye, yet... even that was not enough. After all, she hadn't thrown just one sword.

With the sound of metal cracking, a second blade of purest white arced in from behind Faustus, guided by Anya's upraised hand, and connected with his spear from the right, shattering its once-deadly tip like glass and sending its shards plummeting into the fires below. Anya didn't even have to look to grasp the hilt of the rapidly turning sword, stopping its flight in an instant as she raised it overhead, its blade gleaming, not just with the light of the abyss beneath it, but with a divine halo of its own, as though the young warrior held in her hand not a weapon, but a star.

"Amaterasu," Anya chanted, her suddenly booming voice filling the entire chamber like some pronouncement of absolute doom, drowning out even the roaring of the flames and the groaning of the crumbling earth. The light of her sword surged even further, filling the entire shaft with a blinding light as the blade expanded to twice its normal length, countless feather-like serrations spreading forth from its surface as though an angel had spread forth its wing in flight. And then, that heavenly sword descended inexorably, cutting instantly through Faustus' shoulder, chest, and clean through his flank. Anya dextrously stepped aside, and released her grip on the brilliantly shining sword. Then, as though in slow motion, Faustus finished his forward movement, and, staggering past her... fell into the abyss of flames, and was lost.

As the room shattered into light around her, Anya smiled, the uproar that greeted her ears as she looked up from the now-blank metal floor upon which she safely stood like a triumphant fanfare to her ears. Faustus, meanwhile, found himself lying on the ground across from her as the simulation cut out, returning them to the real world.

"Victor: Anya Roscoe," A voice announced over the clamor and din as countless students let their surprise at her underdog victory be known. "20 crowns for Hawk house!"

Anya merely smiled as several of her fellow Hawks - rather unusually for them - greeted her cordially as she silently exited the VR room. Considering the mismatch of the battle, even if it had been under special one versus one conditions to accommodate her lack of a partner, the amount of crowns she'd been rewarded for her victory was quite considerable for a simple spar. But, she couldn't really care less about that. As she brushed off her housemates and departed, she only thought about one thing.

She'd defeated another strong opponent. Bit by bit, she, too, was becoming stronger, taking that power from those above her, just as they had risen in the ranks by defeating those above them. The strength she'd gained today... that was all that mattered to her.

There would be more spars beginning soon. Perhaps she'd do best to simply grab a small snack and return? Watching others fight was always productive. One could learn from their experience just by observing them, even without venturing one's own strength in the process. Yes... that was the course of action she would take. And, perhaps, if one of the combatants today caught her eye, she might spar them as well.

That was what the young blademaster lived for: to fight. Ever improving, ever growing stronger. It was for that end which she strove, with all her body, heart, and soul.

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Before she could answer, Lance glanced up to the clock. Free period was over. "Oh crap!" he exclaimed, grabbing his sheaths. There wasn't time to spar now. They had spent too much time in his room. He had to go fight now. Sighing at his stupidity, he motioned to the door for Anne to follow and shut it when she stepped out. "Alright, well, thanks for keeping me company. You, my friend, are awesome. I have to go to my fight now, you're welcome to watch." he told her, then ran off towards the arenas.

He got there along with a small mass of people. Most were spectators, but the rest were fighters, like him, and officials. An announcement came over the speaker. "Arena 3: Rina Thompson versus Freddy Bohlmer. Both competitors, please step into the arena." He smiled. They were, luckily, running late today. He was to go on right after Rina and Freddy. He went over to the board to see most of the matches that were already fought and the total number of crowns raked in from each side. The first thing he saw when he got there was Anya Roscoe's name printed under the winner's section, stating that she beat Fourth year Lark, Faustus la Croix. Oh man... he thought in amazement. Althought Anya was a prodigy, she wasn't expected to win that fight. But she had done so and raked in 20 crowns for the Hawks. The Hawks had the leaderboard in the fighting section with a good 50 crowns over the Eagles and 78 crowns over the Larks. There was a huge rumor spreading around that the Hawks were going to be the House Champion this time around for their good fighters like Anya Roscoe and Bruno Jackson.

Speaking of which, a relatively short fight between Rina and Freddy ended as Rina emerged, clenching her fist in triumph. The board was updated automatically. Rina was a Lark, and she had earned twelve crowns for her house. Now there was 16 crowns difference between the Eagles and the Larks. He sighed as his name was mentioned as well as Bruno Jackson's over the speaker to come to Arena 3. He was closer to the arena, drawing out his swords as he stepped into the arena and stepped on the blue starting square.

Bruno entered the room, a tall, slender fellow like Lance. Bruno had a good number of inches on Lance, though, and probably twenty pounds over him as well. He peered out of the spectator window, watching as they began to pile in. If any bets were placed, it was on Bruno. Mostly Hawks were there, but a couple of Eagles showed up, rooting for Lance. Smiling, he turned back to Bruno who had finally stepped onto the red square opposite of Lance. Bruno drew his weapon, what appeared to be mini-double swords. But really, they were like boomerangs. Bruno was a Solar Gun student, but he stuck with the blades. The thing was he could flick his wrist and they became spinning, yellow discs that were easily tossed and controlled by him. All Lance had were his two katanas, but he was pretty skilled with them. His dream to be a Knght had led him to practicing with wooden swords until he grew to handle two katanas.

"3...2...1...Fight!"

The simulation arena changed from it's ugly gray standard to a midnight field with a lake to the right of them. He smiled at the darkness...he liked the darkness.

Bruno flicked his wrists, the yellow discs coming to life. "I hope you're ready for this, newbie." he smirked and pivoted right, launching one of the discs at him. Lance got onto a knee and held his swords out in an X position...a very basic maneuver. A loud clang erupted as the disc collided with the katanas, bouncing to the left. As the first disc began flying back to Bruno, Bruno had already launched the second one, wide right, or so it seemed. A flash of yellow entered his peripherial vision as the disc changed direction, heading to Lance at an angle. He slid one of the katanas down, glancing the disc, but just barely. But he didn't get all out of the clear. He was a fraction of a second too slow, the disc cutting into his butt and a red mark emerging through his clothes.

"Hey now, I already have a crack in my butt. I don't need another one!" Lance joked as he felt his right leg grow a little weak. No one felt pain when they were injured in the simulation arena, just weakness. The disc flew back to Bruno as he caught it. Bruno now had both discs in possession again. Lance got into a position to defend as Bruno went on the offensive. But this time, Bruno launched a disc backwards. Lance chuckled at what appeared to be a mistake on Bruno's part. But his mood died instantly when the disc curved up and around, now descending on Lance at an angle with a speed that was surprisingly faster that when Bruno threw his first two discs. Lance didn't have time to block. His swords were lowered. Instead, Lance flipped backwards, the disc cutting through where Lance was a fraction of a second ago. He mistimed the flp, but not too badly as Lance landed on his hands and knees. He watched as the disc bounced off the ground and headed straight to Lance again. He brought up his katana, another clang emerging and Lance's arm feeling the shock of the blow. With two katanas against one disc, the force of impact wasn't that great. But this time, with only one arm, the blow was tremendous. He sent the disc back to his master, but his arm shook from the impact, growing a little weaker there too. He lowered the second blade, letting his arm rest up a little bit.

Rest over! he shouted in his head as Bruno gave him no reprieve, firing another disc in his direction. He blocked with his other sword. This time, the clash of steel didnt have that bad of an effect as it did the previous block on his arm. He sent the disc back, raising his other sword and charging. He couldn't stand being far away anymore. He had to get close.

Bruno fired another disc at him and Lance slashed at the disc, watching it bounce off his sword and fly behind him. Lance was now within reach and he thrusted his other blade at Bruno. Bruno blocked with his other disc. Lance dove to the right as the previous disc he had blocked earlier came back. He barely had time to dodge it. Lance got up to face Bruno, who now charged with both discs in hands. Lance blocked the first stroke, a low cut to the waist. Bruno brought the second disc up and brought it down, aiming for the shoulder. Lance blocked there too and pushed back, tossing Bruno back a few feet.

Now Lance went on the offensive, hacking and slashing, countless stroke descending on Bruno in frightening combinations at surprising speed. Bruno blocked most of them, but there were a couple of lucky blows he got in, a laceration on his arm and a tiny cut on his side.

Bruno retreated, backing up as far as the lake. From there, he launched another disc. But this time, the laceration on his left arm made it weaker, more manageable. Lance blocked it easily, but Bruno threw the second one with his stronger arm, making it a faster one. Lance crossed his swords once more. But he didn't feel his bones shake from impact or the familiar clanging sound echoing around the scenery. The disc veered left, off course and heading to the field. Lance turned to Bruno and saw another disc heading his way. Lance blocked this one too, and it was easy to do so, for it was thrown with his lacerated arm. But then he saw a grin emerge on Bruno's face. Lance was confused until he realized that he had forgotten about the second disc. Jumping in the air, he spun around to find the disc heading straight at him. His eyes wide with shock, he brought his katana around. Once again, he blocked it, but not completely. The disc bounced off of the blade, bluncing up and cutting into his arm. He instantly felt his arm go completely limp and he knew what that meant. It meant the equivalent of having his arm cut off. He lost grip on his sword in his left hand as the disc went flying back to bruno, a wide smile on Bruno's face.

"That's for my arm, you prick!" he smirked and the moment the disc returned to his hand, he tossed it as well as the second one, both discs making a V shape as they were launched towards Lance. Lance held out his other blade, horizontally. Both discs hit the blade and bounced back. His arm went numb from impact. He could barely hoist his sword up into a defense position as Bruno launched another disc. This time, the disc was too high, but that was all Bruno needed. The disc managed to crash into the top of his sword and Lance's right arm was too shaken up to hold the sword right. The blade flew out of his hand, landing in the field behind him. He was now disarmed.

Bruno began smirking again as the blade came back to his hand. "It was a nice fight, kid." he smiled,"You did great." And with that, he lauched a disc at him to end it all.

The moment the disc left Bruno's hand, an idea emerged in Lance's mind, a crazy idea. But it was worth a shot. He was done for anyways.

Instead of preparing for a death blow, Lance stepped forward, holding out his shaky right hand straight at the disc, giving the impression that he was going to catch it.

Immediately, Bruno laughed. There was no way Lance was going to catch the disc in his current condition.

But Lance knew this too. Lance had much power in his legs and he jumped. According to his plan, the disc didn't curve up, for Bruno was distracted by Lance's previous move to hold out his hand, therefore, he had lost focus of the disc. As Lance descended on the disc, Bruno had looked up and saw Lance in the air, but it was too late. Smiling, Lance brought his foot down, directly in the center of the disc, the only safe part. The disc angled to the ground and was now deactivated, buried in the ground. Bruno now only had one more useable disc. Smiling, Lance walked back to his previous spot and picked up the katana that was originally in his left hand. His right arm was still a little weak, but was recovering fast. "Oh, this isn't over just yet," Lance grinned and walked up calmly, the sword now more firm in his grip.

Bruno sputtered in surprise, but recovered quickly, launching his remaining disc at Lance. Instead of blocking, Lance dove to the left, the disc sailing further out before Bruno brought it around, back at Lance.

But that was all Lance needed. Bruno was disarmed for the moment. Lance ran forward, his sword raised. Meanwhile, the disc was on it's return trip, heading straight for Lance. Was he going to make it?

Yes, he was. Bruno's focus was on the disc. When he glanced at Lance, Lance was descending on him with his blade. He couldn't run or defend. He could only stare up at Lance in surprise as he brought the blade down, slicing Bruno in half. A huge red line emerged from his shoulder to his waist as Bruno fell backwards and landed on his back, his hand dipping in the water.

But the disc was still flying at Lance. Lance could only turn around and stare at the disc as it made it's way to him, closing the gap between them. Lance thought it was going to be a mutual kill.

To Lance's amazement, the disc was off a couple of degrees, only slicing across his back, but not cutting him in half. Lance clenched his fist in triumph and fell to his knees. Lance had won!

The simulation ended, the normal grayness of the dome around him appearing. His sword layed on the other end of the dome. Lance shook his hands as he regained feeling in them. Bruno got up, his eyes staring at Lance in amazement. "I've never seen anything like that before," Bruno cried, breathlessly,"That was a good fight."

Lance smiled back, modestly,"Strength won't always win the battles. Sometimes, you need to be smart." Lance replied as he picked up his other sword as well as the deactivated second disc, tossing it back to Bruno. The announcer guy spoke:

"Victor: Lance Walsh. 25 crowns to Eagle House!" 25 crowns?! Lance stared, wide-eyed at Bruno. 25 was a lot of crowns to be earned in one fight, considering the maximum was 30. Lance's upset victory over Bruno had brought groans of dissapointment to most of the spectators, but whooping cheers from the few Eagles that showed up. Lance walked out of the arena. He spotted one of his roommates, Raymond Hemmonds, stepping out of the spectator stands, giving Lance a high five. "Dude, that was sick!"

Lance could only smile and take the compliment. "Thanks. By the way, I let a girl have one of your packages of gummi bears, if you don't mind..."

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Clap. Clap. Clap.

Slow applause sounded abruptly, quite plainly audible over the bustle as spectators departed from the viewing chamber. For a moment, it wasn't exactly clear where the sound was coming from, as it echoed up and down the corridor like a chorus of a thousand hands, instead of a mere pair as they gave a simple tribute to an unexpected victory.

The source of the clapping soon became apparent as an overlooked figure in a black coat slowly rose from where it had been lounging against the wall outside of the arena exit, turning to face the small group now emerging from that door as it gave its last clap. The girl in black gave an amused smile, adjusting her red-rimmed spectacles as she sized up the boy at the center of the party of Eagles.

The blademaster had to admit, she was surprised. When she returned from her small lunch to witness a battle between an unknown and one of her own house's rising stars, she hadn't expected to see her fellow defeated in such a manner as he had been. But, even that wouldn't have been enough to interest her in such a manner as she was intrigued now. No, what surprised her was not the manner of Bruno's defeat, nor even the one who had beaten him.

It was the weapon - or, rather, weapons - with which the deed had been done.

"Congratulations," Anya said simply. "I must admit, I was expecting a mutual kill at the very least. Bruno isn't an easy opponent to handle for a Lunar Blade wielder. A solid defense, and an overwhelmingly adaptable attack style make him nigh unreachable unless one has a similarly ranged weapon. But, then again, you aren't exactly run of the mill, now are you?" With a quiet click, Anya removed her glasses, folding them and sliding them into the front pocket of her coat, which was her own peculiar way of signaling that she was getting down to business.

"Dual blades, is it?" She asked, that enthusiastic yet very competitive smile not leaving her features as she walked forward. "I didn't know there were other people who used that fighting style. It's a pleasant surprise to find I'm not alone." Extending a hand to the boy, she made a clear gesture of introduction, although the courtesy that might otherwise have been present in this action was sadly lacking thanks to the fact that she happened to be completely ignoring all of the Eagles who were with the boy to whom she spoke, treating them as though they didn't even exist. But, she had no interest in them right now. This other dual sword user had drawn her attention, something which was unusual considering her aloof demeanor. His fellows, on the other hand, were of no concern to her. Instead, she continued speaking to the duelist and to him alone.

"Anya Roscoe. And you're Lance Walsh, correct?" She stopped directly in front of him, her hand quite plainly extended to accept and shake his own. "It's difficult to practice my - no, I should say, our - unique style of combat here. I know that from experience. I'm feeling generous, and you've piqued my interest, so I'll make you an offer. During the dinner hours tonight, the arena will be empty. Even if I'm a second year, I've reached third level, giving me the senior student's privileges, which include access to the arena during off-hours for private sparring sessions. You will not risk any gains or losses of crowns in such a spar, nor will a victory or a loss register on your battle record. I want to test your strength, and, while I'm at it, I can probably help you improve your fighting style. Do you accept?" Anya explained, concluding rather bluntly.

A spar with one of the academy's up and coming students was nothing to be laughed at. And, considering her expertise in the field of dual weapons and his proficiency in the same, there was certainly no doubt that a duel with Anya could be greatly beneficial to both parties. But, on the other hand, she really could have phrased her request in a better way. The way she never stopped giving that same competitive grin, and spoke so directly... it sounded more like a challenge than an invitation. But then again, that was, in a way, what it was. She had said she wanted to "test his strength," had she not?

Either way, it was unexpected, and quite blunt, and no one could fault Lance for deciding either way.

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Anne was happy, she was invited to play games, in her home, people offered to train with you, that was a game to them. She put her hands behind her head, and said, "Sure, sounds like fun." and relaxed a bit.

HOwever this was interupted when Anya came up and congradulated him. She all of a sudden challenged him to a fight. "Geez, At least I offered to let him heal." She thought and then realized this could be a chance to fight a dual blade, and she was different. From what she knew, she had a SOLAR blade, something extremely rare.

"Oy! Anya," She said, Anne saw her from time to time training, "How about you let him heal up a bit. But as a conselation prize, you can fight me." She said flatly, but without her usual sarcasm showing she was serious. "I am sure you would be fun to fight." She smirked a bit, knowing that fighting a dual blade could be dangerous. Most people only had to worry about one blade coming at them, but two could mean trouble. Fortunatly, she trained for most types of weapons, although solar blade would be something new to boast about to her family.

She instintually reached behind her back in order to feel her Spear, and was happy when she touched it, which she did around every three minutes, even more so when she was worried.

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Just then, a very audible clap was heard as Lance turned to the sound. It was Anya Roscoe, the huge hit of the day. She had come to watch the fight, probably to earn experience and witness opponents. Like Bruno, she was in Hawk house, and a real good fighter. Anya smiled in that competitive and enthusiastic way that made a chill run down Lance's back. What did a second year prodigy want to do with a first year newbie with an insane amount of luck?

"Congratulations," Anya said simply. "I must admit, I was expecting a mutual kill at the very least. Bruno isn't an easy opponent to handle for a Lunar Blade wielder. A solid defense, and an overwhelmingly adaptable attack style make him nigh unreachable unless one has a similarly ranged weapon. But, then again, you aren't exactly run of the mill, now are you?" Lance was confused. He knew how to beat Bruno based solely on the fact that Bruno was a long-range attacker. All he needed to do was get close to Bruno. The strange thing was that his win wasn't necesarily based on his tactic. He'd only managed to get close to Bruno once, and even then, Bruno had defended Lance pretty well. His win came from his idea to deactivate one of his thrown discs, then wait for him to throw the second one before going in for the kill. And it was solely pure luck that kept him from a mutual kill. Suddenly, Lance didn't feel like he deserved that win...

"Dual blades, is it?" Anya continued, taking off her glasses,"I didn't know there were other people who used that fighting style. It's a pleasant surprise to find I'm not alone." Lance had known her fighting style was two blades, one Lunar and one Solar, but didn't expect for her to be phased by his near exact fighting style. While she had the advantages for both Lunar Blade and Solar Gun, Lance was purely Lunar Blade. Lance smiled back as she continued to talk.

"Anya Roscoe. And you're Lance Walsh, correct?" Lance nodded as she got his name correct before she continued,"It's difficult to practice my - no, I should say, our - unique style of combat here. I know that from experience. I'm feeling generous, and you've piqued my interest, so I'll make you an offer. During the dinner hours tonight, the arena will be empty. Even if I'm a second year, I've reached third level, giving me the senior student's privileges, which include access to the arena during off-hours for private sparring sessions. You will not risk any gains or losses of crowns in such a spar, nor will a victory or a loss register on your battle record. I want to test your strength, and, while I'm at it, I can probably help you improve your fighting style. Do you accept?"

Lance kept the smile on his face, like Anya was doing, as he contemplated her request. Anya's request came out a little like a challenge, but her words stated a training spar. It was that same Words vs. Tone battle he had earlier when talking to Anne. His hand was still a little strained, but he knew there would be a brief period between strain and sore that would come around beginning at dinner time and ending when he woke up to begin the next day. So he didn't see why he shouldn't turn down the offer. Besides, this was a chance to train with Anya Roscoe, the prodigy. She may be a second year student, but, like she said before, she had her third year privileges already. He'd gain knowledge and experience from the spar and there was nothing at stake, no crowns or record tarnish. Just a good old spar...Lance smiled.

"I'll accept your spar," Lance finally replied, smiling. "I look forward to sparring with you during the dinner hours. And by the way, congratulations on your upset victory, as well. That fourth-year Lark was at a high advantage over you and you walk from that one without a scratch, I heard. You did excellent in that fight. I'll see you around 7?" he asked her, wanting a little time to shower, eat, and relax with Anne and Raymond before he went to spar. He glanced up at the clock. 5:36, it read. He'd have an hour and a half to do such before the spar if she accepted that time.

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Anya's smile grew broader at Lance's acceptance, and ended up shaking his hand rather forcefully. "Seven o'clock will work fine," She replied. "And as for that fight, it happened to be in my favorite arena, against an overconfident opponent will little experience against my fighting style. I had almost every advantage, even if it did not appear that way at first. Congratulations are unnecessary." Her words came off as rather arrogant, yet the tone she used to speak was one of simply stating facts, making it clear that she didn't intend to boast, even if her choice of words was quite poor.

Suddenly, a loud, irritable voice disrupted Anya's concentration. She glanced to the side slightly, sizing up the girl who was now hailing her coldly, placing a hand on her spear as she challenged Anya to a spar, causing the young blademaster to sigh slightly.

"That is your weapon of choice, is it? How uninteresting. I've fought one spear-wielder today already. If only your weapon was a mace, or something similarly uncommon. That would provide much-needed practice," Anya said resignedly. "By the looks of it, you're the sort of person who spends all of their energy to summon their weapon in its most powerful state once, then carries it everywhere with you so as to conserve energy. For someone with good focus, it's a convenient way to maximize your combat ability. But, it's cumbersome and crude, and if your focus isn't top grade, it ends up rendering you preoccupied and slow. I wonder, which of those two are you?" Anya, without warning, suddenly began analyzing Anne's weapon preference.

There were two main ways to use one's weapon. First was the style Anya had outlined, in which one would mentally and physically prepare themselves, and then use all of their strength to create a single, superb form of their weapon that far surpassed anything less in quality. However, like Anya had said, this meant one had to maintain their weapon's existence constantly, even while sleeping. For someone without the right mental conditioning and the necessary reserves of energy needed to keep such a powerful object manifested, this path would be foolhardy, and would result only in a non-functional weapon, and a confused, tired wielder. But on top of this, if one lost their weapon, they would be unable to create a replacement with any ease, making it impractical if the user ended up disarmed.

The second method was to manifest one's weapon only when engaged in combat. This resulted in a more precise, convenient weapon which was lighter in weight and could be replaced easily if lost or destroyed. However, this also meant the weapon was not as strong as it otherwise might be, since the weapon would be breakable, and less destructive, making this style practical only if one had the necessary precision to create multiple weapons without exhausting oneself. This method was much like the strategy Anya used, but not entirely the same.

There was actually a third way to manifest one's weaponry, a style few knew of or bothered to attempt. In this way, one compressed the energy used to create a weapon, minimizing the necessary cost and maximizing the summoned item's effectiveness, but miniaturizing its size and form, rendering it somewhat less effective. Of course, the weapon could be expanded to its natural state with the proper application of the weapon's name and a surge of power, reconstructing the weapon until it reached its normal size and effectiveness, but doing so was nearly as taxing as summoning the true form of the weapon in the first place. This style was the style of the Blademaster Anya: to compress and create smaller replica blades, saving her weapons' true forms until absolutely necessary for victory. Even if these miniature weapons broke, they could be replaced in the blink of an eye, and at minimum cost. For a skilled fighter, the smaller size could easily be dealt with. Indeed, it was in fact advantageous to her, since it made the blades more effective when thrown. Thus, this was the unique combat style in which she specialized.

"Well, I suppose it's at least sort of interesting. I guess I'll fight you, then, if only to find out. Better hurry, though. Someone is sure to book the next duel slot now that the most recent match has been completed. If you're serious about this whole duel, then I expect you arrange it. I'll be waiting," Anya concluded nonchalantly, speaking in a manner which was quite disrespectful, even if she didn't intend it to be. Finishing her brief - not to mention largely one-sided - conversation, she turned back to Lance.

"Well, then, I'll be looking forward to our spar. But, it seems I have a duel to prepare for. Until then." Giving a casual wave, Anya finished speaking and, brushing easily between several of the Eagles, she headed through the arena door.

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"Seven o' clock will work fine. And as for that fight, it happened to be in my favorite arena, against an overconfident opponent will little experience against my fighting style. I had almost every advantage, even if it did not appear that way at first. Congratulations are unnecessary." There it was again! That whole Tone vs. Words battle in Lance's mind. It was the very bane in his existance and he had a hard time separating the two. She could be coming across as boastful, but she could also be stating facts.

Before he could decide what she meant, Anya had brushed past him and was talking to Anne. An icy aura was in the air. Anya was seeming to think out loud, talking to Anya as if she knew more about anything than anyone. Lance furrowed his brow at her as she talked.

"That is your weapon of choice, is it? How uninteresting. I've fought one spear-wielder today already. If only your weapon was a mace, or something similarly uncommon. That would provide much-needed practice," Anya said resignedly. "By the looks of it, you're the sort of person who spends all of their energy to summon their weapon in its most powerful state once, then carries it everywhere with you so as to conserve energy. For someone with good focus, it's a convenient way to maximize your combat ability. But, it's cumbersome and crude, and if your focus isn't top grade, it ends up rendering you preoccupied and slow. I wonder, which of those two are you?" Suddenly, she began studying the spear Anne had, as if breaking it down to molecule size to see how it worked. Yeah, Anya was someone different. But maybe this was the secret to how she wins just about every battle she runs into. Finally, she snapped out of her analyzation trance and continued speaking again.

"Well, I suppose it's at least sort of interesting. I guess I'll fight you, then, if only to find out. Better hurry, though. Someone is sure to book the next duel slot now that the most recent match has been completed. If you're serious about this whole duel, then I expect you arrange it. I'll be waiting. Lance actually widened his eyes at what she just said and how she said it. That seemed to come across as rude, but he couldn't tell. Words vs. Tone...

She turned back to Lance. "Well, then, I'll be looking forward to our spar. But, it seems I have a duel to prepare for. Until then." Lance watched as she gave a casual wave before leaving the arena room. It seemed to emit a cocky side of her, like she knew that he could beat Anya and easily too.

Turning back to Anne, he tried to relieve that icy tone in the air Anya had left behind. "Well, then, now that that's done, we can go back to our dorm and play Resident Evil 6." he smiled.

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Anne was listening to the girl speak, "That is your weapon of choice, is it? How uninteresting. I've fought one spear-wielder today already. If only your weapon was a mace, or something similarly uncommon. That would provide much-needed practice," Anya said resignedly. "By the looks of it, you're the sort of person who spends all of their energy to summon their weapon in its most powerful state once, then carries it everywhere with you so as to conserve energy. For someone with good focus, it's a convenient way to maximize your combat ability. But, it's cumbersome and crude, and if your focus isn't top grade, it ends up rendering you preoccupied and slow. I wonder, which of those two are you?". That made her somewhat angry, "Insulitng my weapon? Oh, I am going to have fun with you." She thought to herself. The way the girl spoke, she could tell this was her style, make the person angry so they will rely more on emotion than memory about fighting. It was a good strategy, Anne had to admite that.

When she accepted, she knew she had to beat her, if only on a point of pride. She then accepted Lance's duel, adding to her ability, make them think you are so weak, they can try to fight right after. "I like this girl." She thought to herself. Anya then left, leaving the plan up to her. She wanted to fight her a lot, so she was going to get this done quickly.

Lance then offered to go and play Resident Evil, she remebered he was standing there. He was a cool person, but she needed to get this done, and she wanted to make sure Anya wouldn't be fighting him tonight. "Oh, sorry Lance. Things just got good." She said and a somewhat evil smile crept on her face. "She spoek to undermind my confidence, it would work too if used against someone else. But she just accepted a fight with a Patra, you know my family's history, right? All knights, and all ruthless." She said and then looked him in the eyes. "Plus some other stuff that involves the court system, but come on! I need to make that fight ready." She said and bolted off, trying to find someone to book her fight.

She found the office of Mr. Orto, he could get a fight ready to go as quickly as an hour. "Hello, miss Patra." He said, and Anne smiled, "Hi Mr. Orto, I need a favor, can you book me and Anya Roscoe up for a fight." "Sure deary, what time do you need." Mr. Orto had known her fmaily forever, so he was willing to help her out. "Umm.... How about tonight, around 6:30-ish." "You know, if you were someone else, I would say no, but I happen to have a spot, so sure. Just be ready, Thats in less than an hour." She said thanks and began to leave when he told her to say hey to her Fahter, his hunting buddy. She said yes, and then ran out of the arena.

She found Anya not to far away, and ran up. "Alright, Anya." She said coldly, "Fight is set for 6:30, hope you are ready to lose." She said with a smirk at the girl.

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"To be 'ready to lose' implies that one refrains from giving their utmost effort, which undermines the entire goal of a duel: to fight with all of one's strength, so that strength will grow. If I were 'ready to lose,' I might as well not fight at all," Anya replied calmly, raising an eyebrow. "Well, in any case, I was under the impression that we'd begin immediately. But, since you would prefer a battle tonight, I have no objections. I'll be present to fight you at that time, then." Casually, she strolled over to a small bench just outside of the arena, and, donning her spectacles, reached into her pocket and took out a small handbook which she used to take notes after fights, removing a small pen from her pocket and quickly opening the notebook to a blank sheet. Beginning a new entry, she spaced out, and began to write down the details of her fight against Faustus, including notes about his battle style and the various strategies she had tested against him, noting which were effective at opening him for a counterattack and also recording those which he deflected.

During each of her fights, Anya always made sure to memorize every detail of her enemy's combat form she possibly could, so that she could record them for future reference after the battle was completed. This was no exception. Considering that Faustus was one of the stars of Lark House, it was likely she would end up in combat with him again at a later date. Because of this, she needed to prepare herself in every possible way, so as to increase her odds of victory in this future encounter. In her notebook were a vast listing of enemies she had engaged, each having extensive tips on their weak points and potential flaws carefully categorized and presented. The way it was, she probably could have done all the necessary research to prepare for a battle with a well-known enemy combatant in a matter of minutes. That was the reason why she kept the notebook.

She could assume that, since the fighting styles taught at the academy were fairly standard for a given weapon type, her next opponent would probably use a similar fighting style to Faustus, considering they had very similar weapons of choice. Of course, Anne hadn't studied for as long as Faustus, which would make her somewhat less predictable. The Lark had been a trained combatant, practiced in the art of executing very precise, very specific attacks. Because of that, Anya had been able to predict his moves and counter them, even if they were honed to near perfection.

A novice combatant, on the other hand, was tricky. Unlike a veteran, new fighters had a tendency to do things that you never expected, and to fight in ways you hadn't even thought of. Because of this, recognizing their attacks, predicting their movements, and blocking their blows were all much more difficult, at times, than they were when one engaged a fully trained combat expert. And, while Anya didn't doubt she would be able to land plenty of blows of her own, she had a feeling that evading her enemy's strokes would be much more difficult than it had been in her fight against Faustus...

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"Oh, sorry Lance. Things just got good." She said and a somewhat evil smile crept on her face. "She spoek to undermind my confidence, it would work too if used against someone else. But she just accepted a fight with a Patra, you know my family's history, right? All knights, and all ruthless." She said and then looked him in the eyes. "Plus some other stuff that involves the court system, but come on! I need to make that fight ready."

Lance admired her determination as she went off to finalize the fight with her and Anya. And something told him that she'd have no problem in doing so. He had heard of her heritage a couple of times before and knew of how merciless any previous Patra was. He expected no less from Anne. But Anya had some advantages too. Popularity could be a brutal tool any opponent could harness. And Anya did her research. Anya would probably know about the Patra family and their combat style. But Anne was different from her heritage. She was the only Lunar Blade amongst a family of Solar Gun Knights. That could pose a problem.

Lance saw her exit the arena. He decided not to follow. She could handle herself. In the meantime, Lance turned to Ray. "So, how about Resident Evil 6?" Ray laughed as they head to the exit of the arena. They had just left when Lance stopped in his tracks. "I need to see when the fight is going to happen. I kind of want to watch. You head on over. I'll meet you there." Lance waved him off, then went inside. It was somewhat late in the day. There weren't many more fights that were going to happen. He went to the board. He smiled as he read his name under the Victors column. He looked at the upcoming fights for today and tomorrow and there it was: "Anya Roscoe vs. Anne Patra, 6:30 p.m." Today? Could she do that? He scoffed to himself. Of course she could. She was Anne Patra. He smiled as he realized that it might get in the way of his and Anya's spar. They'd have to schedule a little later after the fight.

He looked at the fight crown standings. The Eagles had closed the gap between them and the Hawks. A mere eleven crowns separated the two, the Larks far behind. Wouldn't it be interesting if the two were tied right before Anne and Anya fought?

Others were gathering at the board, their eyes widening as they came across Anne's and Anya's fight. They pulled out their phones and began to text their friends. Most people knew about Anne's heritage and Anya's skills. This was going to be a really good fight...a fight that would surpass Lance's and Anya's previous fight by popularity. They might as well name it Prodigy vs. Patra, for this was going to be the fight of the week.

A couple had heard of Lance's success and congratulated him. He thanked them modestly before leaving the arena, promising that he would be back at 6:30 to see this fight. In the meantime, let's play some Resident Evil...

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Anne was excited, dispite her oppenents lack of interest. "Well, see you there, Anya." She said coldly before walking off to her dorm to get ready. It was a short walk to her dorm, and she was thankful for that. Once inside her room, she opened up her bag she kept hidden under the bed.

Inside was black body paint. It was custom for Patra's to mark themselves before they went off to fight, and this was no exception. She took out the paint and brush and then stood infront of the mirror. She began by marking a small patch on her chin, running down her neck. Next shewent over her eye lids, continuing the stroke until it reached her ears in a solid line. Finally, she made small line going from the top of her forehead to the tip of her nose. Those marking were not random, they were a sign of her family's pride, although she had no clue as to how the tradition began, but only to follow it. Only mark the face, that was the rule, doing it elsewhere was against the rules or something like that. She went outside of her room, and started heading to the arena again. She was stopped three times by people asking if she was actually going to fight Anya, and her responce was, "Yes, and prepare for a fight." She said happily each time.

She reached the arena and was sent into one of the waiting rooms, as there was another fight going on. One between Eagle's and Lark's. By the looks of it, The Eagle was winning. This was confirmed when he knocked out his oppenent. "Winner: Anthony Polk. Evelen crowns for Eagle!" The announced said, and she could hear the crowd go wild, even from her room. This ment that the Eagle's and Hawk's were tied for points and her fight was next. "This just got better." She thought to herself.

She went over the ways she learned to fight dual blades: Make sure to make them focus their attacks with both and then attemp to hit them from their weakpoint. That was the best advice, although this girl probably knew that weakness and found a way to cover it. "It will be good." She thought, and wondered how her oppenent was doing, and thought about how she thought spear-users faught. Little did she know, Anne had a card up her sleave. She was raised to fight, even though her family were Solar Gun user's, they made sure she could fight the best she could. She faught who ever was willing to fight, even over-coming her short-ranged weapon to beat people who used long-range. Her style, unlike other spear users, wasn't to use only the blade of the weapon, but rahter the entire thing, it was difficult to learn to master, but it worked wonders.

She was called out to the arena by someone, and she made her way rather quickly, wanting to start as soon as possible. Once on stage, she heard an uproar, and she knew this fight had some popularity behind it. She stood there waiting for her oppenent.

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Lance was enjoying himself, resting his arm that had stopped shaking and was useable, at least for the time being, with Ray. They had beaten the prologue and were playing the Leon campaign when Lance checked the clock and saw the time. "Hey dude! We're going to be late to the fight!" he exclaimed. They paused and saved before rushing out the door to the arena.

They had gotten there just in time. Anthony Polk had won crowns for the Eagles and now the score was tied. The winner of this fight was definately going to send a roar to one of those houses.

He spotted Anne with her classical Patra Paint on, or at least that's what everyone called it. Not much was known about it besides the fact that it was traditional for a Patra to wear it. Before he could reach her, Anne was called into the arena. He sighed, then turned to Ray. "C'mon," he told him,"Let's get a good spot."

The spectator spots were PACKED. Word got around of the fight very quickly and everyone wanted to see Anya and Anne face off. He spotted Chris and Tony, his remaining two roommates, motioning towards him and Ray. They made their way to them, grinning. "Wassup?"

"Dudes, we saved you guys spots. Count yourselves lucky." Chris shouted over the roaring crowd as Anne emerged. There was no sign of Anya yet.

"Speaking of fights, congratulations, Lance!" Tony flashed a grin. Lance smiled back, sitting down between Ray and Tony. "Thanks," he cried over the crowd and turned back to the arena, waiting for Anya to emerge.

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Amidst the roaring of the crowd as various students chattered away about the fight which had suddenly become greatly interesting due to circumstance, the side door into the arena itself slid open and a small, unassuming shape entered, still clad in her trademark black coat. Sliding her spectacles into her pocket, she walked briskly up to Anne, and stopped a few paces away from her.

"Well, then," Anya said matter of factly, her voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the audience gathered to witness the spectacle. "Let's begin."

Once both combatants were in place, the area around them distorted abruptly, warping and expanding in a way that would have been quite disorienting were it not for both of the fighters' prior experience with the simulation system. From the outside, they would appear encased in a transparent dome which, like some spherical monitor, displayed the inside of the simulation from various camera angles. But, from their point of view, on the other hand...

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A vast expanse of flames stretched out before the two of them as the randomized stage selection system made its pick, and Anya gave a confident smirk as she found herself standing upon a pillar of stone overlooking the churning stream of lava below as it ran in rivers down the sloped cavern floor towards a vortex of fire at the chamber's center. This was an arena she knew well, as it was quite similar to the one in which she had last done battle. Composed of a magma-flooded cavern, battle could be carried out on the titanic pillars jutting up from within the flames below, or on islands of stone spread throughout the infernal abyss.

Immediately, Anya began searching for her enemy. Upon the duel's initiation, they would have been dropped into the area at completely randomized points, which meant that they'd need to locate each other before the could begin fighting. Still, located where she was, Anya had no doubt that Anne would have to make herself known to approach and attack the young swordswoman, which meant that the best course of action would be to keep her eyes peeled and search. The flames clouded her vision, but her enemy would soon appear. Of that, she had no doubt.

A loud bell signaled the start of the duel. It was time.

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Anne was a tad thrown off by the arena that was chosen for the fight, "Something tells me this wasn't chosen by accident." She thought to herself, as she judged her position. She was standing on a somewhat large rock on the river of fire, and off to either side of her were other rocks, both leading to main land. SHe knew that she was at a postional disadvantage, she was near the bottom on the arena, so if Anya was above her, that gave her an advantage.

She knew to move and get to higher land, and she started moving before the bell rang. Once it did, she was on the last rock before the mainland. She made her way quickly, and then took out her spear and started heading upward. It was like a mountain, but smaller, but the incline was diffucult for someone who didn't know how to opperate it. She had plenty of practice in this setting, so she could work her way.

Once she was at a decent hight, she began looking for her oppenent. She made sure that she remained hidden, as to not get snuck up on. Her spear was at her side at all times, facing the top of the arena. She knew that Anya would be expecting her to be loud and crash in, but she was trained to try and always get the surpride advantage, and failing that, fight until they retreat or are defeated. She honestly didn't expect Anya to quit, this probably ment a lot to her as well.

She found her enemy standing on a pillar that was connected to the land he was standing on. "Plan this carefully, Anebell." The words of advice she was told whenever she was to fight in these arenas. She settled on using the fire as a chance to hide herself. So she walked near the flames, making sure not to be seen. Once she around fifteen feet away from her, she knew she could be seen.

"HEY ANYA!" she yelled, before throwing a small rock she had at her. "COME AND CATCH ME!" She said, and bolted off in the direction away from her. "Come on, chase the bunny." She thought, as she needed to get her on grounds that would work better for her.

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Lance saw Anya enter the arena and was telling Tony how this entire fight emerged in the first place, but the crowd drowned out his voice, the Hawks stamping their feet and screaming and cheering at the top of their lungs. There was a lot of electric energy in the air mixed in with the suspense of not only which house will hold the lead at the end of this, but who was better: The Prodigy or the Patra?

The arena began shifting and changing, turning into a raging inferno of a large cavern. Rivers of lava flowed into a central spot where a pool of lava was collecting. Along with that, a giant ball of fire raged above the lava pool, burning brightly. This was the perfect solar biome...

Stone pillars rose up within random places above the lava rivers. There were also multiple stone islands scattered at the ground level, inches away from the lava surface.

He spotted Anya on one of the pillars, scanning the arena around her as if she knew this biome pretty well. She probably did know this biome pretty well.

He searched for Anne, but didn't see her anywhere. A bell sounded, signaling the start of the fight. In most arenas, they would count down before shouting fight. No bell was sounded. But this fight had made it's way to the Champion's Arena within the hour of it's announcement. The Champion's Arena was a whole other enchilada. They usually encorporated the same biomes as the other arenas, but it was slightly more high tech. They had auto-bells and an elaborate map, pinpointing precisely where every opponent was as well as multiple angle shots on monitors scattered around the spectator section, showing the fight in many exciting angles rather than a single layout of the entire map. Plus, the Champion Arenas was where they held special events, like Royale Day, where they got ten competitors on one huge biome and the last one standing wins.

The moment the bell sounded, clapping and cheering and whistling erupted in the spectator section, some of Anya, some for Anne. Lance only watched both of their fighting styles and played out how to defeat foes like them in his head. He was possibly the only neutral spectator here...

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A loud yell resounded over the hissing of the countless fires, and Anya smirked, watching as her opponent drew back her hand and released something in Anya's general direction. A stone? If she had picked one up from the nearby ground to throw at her, she would probably have "burned" her hand. While that hardly mattered in the simulation, it would at least probably limit her hand's utility for delicate manipulations. Still, there was no time to waste in such idle thoughts.

Titling her head to the side, Anya evaded the rather well-aimed stone without making any unnesecary movements. As her opponent darted into a small forest of stone pillars, Anya merely smiled, spreading her hands and concentrating her energy into each palm. With a flash of silver and purple light, twin weapons appeared just as her hands closed to grasp them. Then, bracing herself, she drew both hands back, and let fly both swords, aiming them at her target, and guiding their arcs as they flew with subtle movements of the hands they would curve to return to.

A quiet whistling from close by would be the only warning Anne would receive as a silver sword spiraled suddenly through the flames to her left, arcing around a pillar and silhouetted against the vortex at the cavern's heart so as to remain unseen until it had gotten very close to reaching its target. The fire split suddenly, divided by the force of the blade's passing as it came tearing in from Anne's blind spot, aiming to deal a severe slash across her side and back before curving back to the hand of its master. But, while reacting quickly enough to escape unscathed would be difficult, it would not be impossible.

But, Anya hadn't thrown just one of her two swords. At that very moment, her black blade was skimming the cavern's wall as it curved in from above Anne on the right, aiming to cut deep into the front of her shoulder while she was busy defending against the first thrown weapon. Should she leap to evade the first blade or stay in place to defend against it without looking for the second sword on her other side, she would certainly be right in its flight path, unaware of the danger she was in until she had already been struck.

Anya, meanwhile, was not idle. Bracing herself against the ground, she leaped powerfully into the air, landing dextrously on a second pillar and then leaping to another as she pursued her fleeing opponent without actually descending to the ground, which was doubtless what her opponent was hoping for her to do. By positioning herself thus closeby, she could retrieve her returning blades whether they were deflected or dodged, which would allow her to quickly follow up her first attack.

First thing's first. Size up the enemy's concentration and defensive capabilities. If she falls for this, I'll know she either can't see well in this fire, or isn't aware of her surroundings. And, if she does escape, how close a call it is, and her actions afterwards, can tell me about her skills and strategy. That's the first step.

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Anne had the spear in her left hadn, her dominate onem and was running. She didn't hear footsteps behind her, so she knew that she was planning something else. "With her skill, she could try a ranged attack." She thought to herself, and at that moment she heard a slight sound coming from her left. Acting on impulse, she turned her spear aorund and hooked it, and a that moment a blade cam out at her. She made sure her spear hit the blade, so it would be caught in the area were their was a small hole. Once she had it hooked, she used her momentum to swing the wepaon backwards, relaseing it and making it crash into a rock, breaking the stone itself. She thought she was out of the woods, when suddenly she heard a similar sound from her right, but she was stillin her swing, so there wasn't much she could do. She lauched herself from the ground, clinging to the spear in order spin her, and another one barly caught the side of her face as she was turning.

Once she landed, she took a second to feel her cut. It wasn't deep, but she had cut the cheek, makin git bleed a bit. "This is fun." She thought to herself, as she noticed that Anya was standing on another high rock. She knew she had to reach her, so she jumped in the air, and used the spear blade to catch in a rock. She swong around it and pulled it out when she was in the upward postion, making her go higher. This made her able to land a another pillar that was close to Anya.

"You have skill, I will admit that." She said, and positioned herself, "But, you have met your match." She said as she began her quick movements, jumping while also spinning her spear around her, getting herself closer each time. On the final leap, she pushed off harder, in order to speed up, and she twisted herself in mid-air, making her pass over her head. Once over her, she positioned the spear to aim down, and she shifted her weight to crash down quickly and hardly on top of her enemy.

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Lance was watching the camera angles, specifically, to see what was going on. Anne made the first contact by tossing a rock in Anya's direction. Anya evaded it with contempt and went on an offensive strike, tossing both of her blades, one aimed at Anne's left, the other at Anne's right. Solar blade came from the left, but Anne heard it coming, catching the blade with her spear and chucking it at a column of stone. But then the Lunar Blade arrived and Anne barely dodged it, a red cut emerging on her cheek.

Lance smiled as he registered Anya's combat style. She liked to toss her swords at her opponents, not necesarily keep them in her hands. And she also possessed the ability to control the sword's movements, much like Bruno was able to in that earlier fight. People could mix Bruno and Lance together and come up with Anya...

Anne began to scale the wall with just her spear, landing on the top of the stone pillar near Anne. Words came out of Anne's mouth, but the cheering from both the Hawks and the Eagles section were too loud, so he couldn't hear what Anne had to say.

Lance realized how resourceful Anne was. She used every part of the spear, unlike most spear-carriers, who only used the part that cut into their enemies. Not to mention her swiftness and agility. It was a pretty even fight.

Anne was quick, jumping like a monkey in a tree from stone to stone until there was a single gap in between her and Anya. Making the final leap, she twirled over Anya's head and descended upon her, spear head first. Lance wondered how Anya would respond...

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Anya stood, seemingly defenseless, as Anne quickly scaled a pillar and began crossing the distance between them, shouting something about her assured victory. Foolish. A competitive attitude was one thing, but if the way in which the lancer charged so recklessly was any indication, she actually believed what she was saying. That overconfidence... Anya would exploit it.

Right now, Anne probably thought that Anya, like herself, couldn't replace her weaponry if she had lost it. In a way, this was true. It would consume far too much energy to be considered practical if Anya were to summon an additional pair of swords without proper preparation. But, on the other hand, it seemed she was also discounting the fact that Anya could control her twin blades. Evidently, she hadn't done her research beforehand, and hadn't seemed to notice the way in which the two blades followed the path of her hands as they flew, curving about as they attempted to return to their master's grasp.

The first blade, deflected toward one of the stone pillars, would likely have been unable to return to her grasp were it not for a certain circumstance: namely, that the second blade, after missing its target, spiraled into the first and deflected it, sending it arcing outward around several of the pillars as it spiraled toward its master's hand. The second, meanwhile, ranged far afield, taking a wide curve back toward its master on a much longer path than the first. It was clear that only the Solar Blade would return to Anya's hand in time to be used, but that was exactly what she wanted.

As the spear-user came descending upon Anya from above, she braced herself, and, bringing up her blade in a backhanded defensive posture, struck the side of the lance's head as it descended, turning it aside without expending any real force, and keeping it from being directed back into her body from the side. Sliding to the very edge of the pillar, she evaded the descending body as well, leading her enemy's lance out using Anne's own momentum whilst simultaneously sweeping her foot out into the back of her opponent's knee before Anne had time to actually properly land, aiming to overbalance her and send her staggering off of the pillar. This would prevent her from mounting a bludgeoning counterattack with the haft of her spear, since doing so would require shifting her weight, something she would be unable to effectively do considering that, even if she evaded the sharp kick, her forward momentum as Anya parried her blow would lead her away from her target. At that same instant, Anya extended her free hand, and the black edge of her Lunar Blade came abruptly into view as it circled around a pillar, skirting up the surface of the rock upon which the two duelists stood and slashing along Anne's side, aiming to deal a crippling cut from her hip to her opposite shoulder. Almost certainly overbalanced from the deflection of her lunge, Anne would find it difficult to block or dodge this offensive, although flinging herself over the edge to avoid the incoming blade was not out of the question, and would probably save her from most, if not all of the damage.

At the same time, Anya leaped back, moving to a safe distance as she flipped expertly head-over-heels, landing on a platform opposite a narrow lava flow from the one upon which she had initially stood.

"My match, huh? We'll see about that," She murmured.

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Anne wasn't surprised when Anya tried to dodge her attack, she ment for it to miss. However, when she deflected with her balde, that was a surprise, she thought the blades only moved at a certain speed, but this showed they could move faster. The girl then tried to knock out the back of her knee, but Anne was able balance all of her imcoming weight on the oppisite foot, thus creating a large amount of force. She used this force in order to swing her leg around, but she seemed to dodge.

The sword coming up and trying to slice her was something she had forseen, and she used the last of her energy to move away from it's original target, aminly her shoulder, and brough the head of the spear to knock it back down. Although this had seemd to put more strain on her rigth leg than she thought it would, as she felt something begin to burn, however she ignored it, and made a note to avoid using that attack here.

When Anya moved away, almost mocking her by flipping over backwards, she said, "My match, huh? We'll see about that,". Anne had to rethink her strategy, when she put the blade in the rock, she seemed unable to get it back for a longer period. So, if she could get both baldes out of the way, she would win. Now, tricking her into doing that was the only problem left.

"Hey, Anya, tell me, your style of attack very good at a distance, why aren't you trying at close range?" She said, knowing that while she controled them well from a distance, her skills upclsoe didn't seems as good, when she came down, she could have used her blade to try and take a swing at her, not wait for her other balde. She jumped to other pillars, not using much energy, and began to swing the blade around again, but this time she hoped from pillar to pillar, picking up speed each time she jumped.

Her plan was to ammont enough speed in order to go for a direct attack, which would result in her trying to use her sword to attack her at a distance, which she could deflect, or she would try at close range, which she could handle. She went for an attack spinning around in mid-air, using her spear to create a little defensive barrier, but missed on purpose, just so she could get to the pillars closest for quicker attacks.