Academy of Arms!

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Kenzi found it odd that there were only two First Years in her section. Usually, once the new year rolled in, her class was bustling with eager First Years, ready to shove their names and weapons in everyone's face. It was a good deal that there were only two in her section and for two very good reaosns. The first reason being the teachers: Konome never did like explaining the rules more than once, and, when she did, there was always a bite in her voice at how incompetent and stupid the First Years were being. Kenzi definitely remembered getting scolded last year for not understanding the rules of SAD. She almost felt bad for Adam and Brant.

The second reason was the Elite Years. When it came to the point when one class fought another, the Elites never went easy on the First Years. Georgia sat well away from the the others but still close enough to be seen. She was still being mopey about her own fight and how successful Kenzi's had been. That was never the case in her life, and knowing that her stupid train of thought got her in the losing seat made her feel lower than dirt. Still, being out gave her a chance to observe the Elite Years. They were all anxious to be the last ones to do the fighting. She imagined that they wanted to show off their skills in the arena as they did every year. She took a quick, red-eyed glance over to Brant and Adam, scoffing under her breath. For the last fight of the day, she expected to see some potential out of the first years. The last thing she wanted was to go to lunch bored.

She might just start another fight if it came to that.

Konome watched the two boys enter the arena and find their marks. She quirked her head to the side at how calmly Brant took his position, whereas Adam? He was...slightly more than anxious to begin. Konome was careful to keep a close watch on the boy. The last thing she wanted was for another one of her students to die.

Again.

WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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At the sound of a whistle, Adam's nervous tendencies seemed to evaporate. It was as if he was a completely different person - as if his bloodlust was now taking over his brain, forcing out every other thought. In fact, it did force out a lot of other thoughts - the few that remained revolved around him needing to kill, and the warmongering side of him wanting to see strategy, to some effect. This came in the form of invisible targeting reticules placing themselves over the intended areas of attack, which was Adam's way of performing more accurate blows. While his slashes were surprisingly swift for someone of his skill (or rather, sheer lack of it), anyone who was half-competent in terms of defence would be able to block his blows, even parry them and use his momentum against him. However, they would have to be swift about it - Adam was aiming for Brant's major arteries, in the hopes of drawing extreme amounts of the precious red elixir he loved to see spill. He was a sadist, both out of choice, and genetically. And though his skills with both a scalpel and a knife showed surprising - and slightly worrying - promise, his attacks seemed to lack a certain bite. It was as if he wasn't at all used to using such a weapon. His attacks seemed to have a slight swing motion to them - only a very minor, and barely consequential amount, mind. But the discerning could probably make it out.
However, Adam reasoned that Konome would not step in until someone started dying. Part of him hoped she would be too late, as Brant would be a pale fountin of red if he got his way.
Next time, I advise you keep your shield. You'll need every bit of defence you can muster against me.
At this point, Adam was grinning like a madman.
 
The whistle blew, it was go time. Brant twisted his upper body and swung the mace as if he was going to take Adam out in one hit, a slightly slow and powerful swing. It was avoidable, and made to look like he put all his effort into it. The plan was a setup to draw Adam into a false sense of security, thinking Brant would be slow and reckless so that he could come in for an attack. As he swung, a thought passed through Brant's mind Why is he smiling like that?

(Sorry it took so long and that it's so short....school is starting to end. Post got the job done.)
 
Twisting his knife in his hand, Adam awaited the attack, trying to sense Brant's movements - and dodge appropriately. He managed to force himself sideways upon being assaulted, dodging the attack, and even this was fairly easy for him. However, while he did note that Brant's swing was slower and more tiring than he expected it to be, he did not expect that it would be a ruse. Had he been less of a sadist, Adam would likely have paid more attention to Brant, trying to observe for any telltale signs of his attacks being some form of trick. However, as it stood, he was engulfed by madness and bloodlust, and this prevented him from thinking straight. His face splitting with anticipation, his eyes darted over Brant's body, focussing on which parts were the most vulnerable, and which would cause the most pain and/or bleeding. In the end, he decided to go for the tried-and-tested option, a major artery near the neck. Arteries were not well-known for only causing slight blood leakage. Quite the opposite, as luck would have it. It was clear from the haphazard overhead swing he threw, that Brant's neck was where he intended for the knife to slash, or embed itself. Whether such a deed was done, was a different matter.
 
Adam dodged the attack as Brant had expected. What Brant hadn't expected was Adam already being so confident as to attack him and even though he was prepared to move, he was just barely able to get away from the knife in time before it did serious damage. Half stumbling away Brant put a hand to his neck briefly and it came away slightly damp with blood, he was faster than he expected too. Not only that but he had gone for his neck, not a very friendly place to attack. Brant took it as a statement that Adam meant serious business, and wasn't aware it was out of sheer personal gratification (or blood lust) that made him attack such a vital area. He probably wouldn't make such a confident attack again, so he would continue with his plan.

Wiping his hand on his shirt, Brant quickly grasped his mace two handed and swung again with the same heavy pace.
 
/Tetsugaku had only entered just as the insanity quelled. He preferred to stay away from most; sticking to far walls and empty tables if at all possible. The silliness of this world was at last perplexing and vexed him greatly./ "Oh my..." /He muttered as a hand picked up from his side to pinch within its fingers the bridge of his nose; he wasn't necessarilly an idiot when it came to fending off enemies, but he saw no harm in learning more. Suddenly the sound of a bell nearly jerked him out of his skin.

Quietly he made his way from the cafe to a maze of corridors that zig-zagged in every direction./ "Follow the new kids..." /He grumbled as he made his way along behind a crowd of scrawny, and brawny first years. Eventually the youth came to a room, one where beings had begun to file in like ants during a rain storm and so followed suit to the back most wall. He'd chosen for this rather unpredictable place a daisho pair; that which utilized the uchigatana and wakizashi rather than its more commonly used daito. The wakizashi often mistakenly interchanged with the kodachi for their striking similarities, but luckally he'd been trained early on to recognize the difference.

Leant upon the pallid interior young Tetsugaku bustled his specially designed chest holster that kept the shorter of the tools hovering like a sparrow over the uchigatana. He'd come with a style of course one developed by himself that made the most use of kenjutsu and iado with grab tactics and reversed strikes from the strong hand. Hell, he'd even forged his own weapons using the lost Masamune method.

Smiling to himself the memory of he and his older brother Mifune breaking countless weapons swelled before his eyes. He couldn't help but lose himself in thought; he was a bit of an air head at times. However a shake of his head cleared the vivid recollection and his expression changed to that of emotionless as was usual for him. He could do nothing but wait now for whatever the instructor had in store for him and his peers. He hoped to remain as a shadow in light of it all, but resigned to the fate of his enrollment obligations with a sigh./
 
The aftermath of the strike held both disappointment and slight gratification for Adam. His strike had missed the vital point, yes - not as much blood had been drawn as he would have liked. However, he had at least made a start, and left Brant reeling, if only a little. Taking advantage of this, he dodged the attack thrown at him (albeit with slightly more ease, now that he was starting to adapt), and sized up the threat before him. On one hand, Brant was using a (comparatively) weighty weapon, and to him, seemed like he was expending copious amounts of energy in swings that left him extremely vulnerable. On the other hand, he considered that he could be trying to trick him, and that he was actually quite skilled with a mace, and could beat seven shades out of him if he was serious. Due to a slight lack of sense in his being, Adam decided to attack wildly once again, aiming to cut Brant's wrists. Not just cut them, anyhow - he would attempt to sever what he could, spilling as much of Brant's blood onto the floor as he could. He rushed forwards, his knife swinging upwards in an aggressive diagonal arc. It was not the most predictable of moves, but given that Adam's experience in cutting up people was on dead - or restrained - beings, with a scalpel, when he had time to coordinate his incisions, one was not to be surprised upon seeing him missing.
 
Anthony was observing the fight with a great lack of interest. In fact his eyes had even begun to droop slightly from how boring it was. He quickly pulled out his gun and began to look it over while polishing. As he got to the bottom of the guns barrel he pulled out a whetstone and began to sharpen it with the slight scraping noise of metal on stone. Once he was satisfied with his gun he moved on to his sword for a few moments and finished with it just as quick.

As he finished with the sharpening of both of his weapons he looked upon the fight that was still taking place. The knife wielder was at the advantage if only he was experienced. His speed and precision could have easily won but he was inexperienced and his partner seemed to be more experienced at fighting, plus he was holding back. Anthony disregarded the fight further and aimed his gaze upon the crowd of fellow second years to see Georgia moping.

Anthony walked over to Georgia and sat down next to her before letting out a small sigh to catch her attention.

"This fight is pretty boring yea? I saw your fight, and i have to say you did rather well for being at such a large disadvantage. Perhaps you would like to spar sometime? I don't have a lot of experience fighting close combat against heavy weapons so it would be a nice change and great experience. Plus i could help you out with fighting ranged opponents for next time."

He smiled a bit and leaned his head back while looking at the ceiling.
 
Brant hadn't really expected another attack, but had been ready just in case. When he saw Adam come in for an attack he hopped away, his body moved first, his hands remained where they were long enough for one of his wrists to receive a nasty gash. Brant gasped and pressed his wrist against his torso not bothering to look down at the wound, he could already feel it bleeding. The first sensation of nervousness prickled his spine and he cast a fleeting glance toward Konome, hoping the fight wouldn't be called. He could beat him still. That look in Adam's face, Brant started to realize it meant he wasn't going to be so cautious. It was time to finish this fight before the flow of blood became too serious.

Brant launched himself again at Adam with a sharp yell. Swinging his mace downward at Adam's head, Brant made it seem he was going for a killer blow. It was done one handed, his left arm pressed firmly against his side to staunch the bleeding which left him exposed to attack from that side. At least, that's what Brant hoped Adam would think.
 
Adam, caught with his pants down - metaphorically speaking - was rooted to the spot. He knew he should move, but he thought that the killer blow was being delivered. As such, an impulse in him forced him to stand, steadfast but not stoic, his arms held up in front of him to block the blow. Not the actual part of the mace that dealt the blows, however - he would intercept it via the handle, giving him an opportunity to thrust his blade into Brant as many times as he pleased. What he didn't see coming was the force with which it was delivered. When he did block it, Adam stumbled clumsily backwards, his arms flailing a slightly as he did so. Adam did, however, find his ground quickly, but there was no denying the fact that his prospects of winning were about zero. He couldn't find a decent opening in Brant - no matter what he did, he only seemed to be able to cut him, leaving a knife's fleeting impression upon him. He couldn't go on the defensive, that was virtually impossible, given his weaponry. Offensive seemed to have a minimum of effect on his foe, with intended crippling blows instead doing no more than staining his uniform. He'd have to adapt - fast. Tentatively observing Brant's movements, Adam strafed him, gradually inching to his left, in a slowly-formed circle. Knife at the ready, he was attempting to find some sort of chink in Brant's armour, aside from the obvious ones of him wearing himself out and not managing to land a decent blow.
He was getting nothing.
 
Brant's gut twisted slightly with anxiety when he noticed Adam about to counter his mace, it wasn't something he had expected him to try and fortunately it hadn't worked. He noticed Adam now flanking him, going around to his left where he wanted him to attack from. Ironically he was actually starting to get tired from the blood loss, although his wrist may have actually stopped but Brant wasn't going to take his eyes off Adam to check. Okay time to get this thing going.

Turning slightly, Brant swung his mace again downwards at Adam but faster than usual yet still dodgeable. He let the mace hit the ground and his muscles relax and for a brief moment he appeared like he was resting. That wasn't the case however, Brant's muscles flexed and the mace zipped from the ground straight to Adam's leg.
 
Adam, while light on his feet, was far from being a ninja. It took a considerable amount of his concentration to evade the first blow, forcing him to lurch hastily to the side, throwing caution to the wind in his blind rush to stop injury and/or defeat. However, the second blow was something he - rather regrettably - did not foresee, and thus, he only noticed when he had actually been struck by the mace. As his body fell to the floor, leg already starting to ache from the hefty blow, his hand brushed against the firearm at his side. He considered attempting to shoot his foe - but he thought better of it. Not only was it slightly more illegal to outright kill someone, as opposed to only looking like you were crazy, but he reasoned that guns were too quick. Throwing a knife would take up unnecessary effort, and would be dodged with ease by any competent combatant. And so, with grudging acceptance, he fell clumsily to the floor, his blade wrenched of his hand by the force of the fall. Adam had accepted defeat - maybe not with grace, but he at least did it with some from of reservation or other. he did not stand, but he sat up, looking expectantly between Brant and Konome.
"Well? I believe this is the part where you claim your victory over me or something."
 
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Contact. It was a solid hit, Adam was going to suffer a deep bruise if not some internal bleeding and maybe a fracture. Adam staggered for a moment then fell to the ground, his blade skittering across the floor. Brant was ready to see if he would get back up, to follow through with another attack. It appeared Adam was going to stay down and when Brant realized this a couple of things quickly lined up in his head about what kind of person Adam might be."Well? I believe this is the part where you claim your victory over me or something" he said.

However, Adam still had a weapon and for Brant to be sure he would win this match he had to make it certain that Adam was finished. A light frown passed his features briefly, and as Adam's eyes slid to look at Konome, Brant dashed forward. Adam's eye's went wide and his body stiffened, Brant's fist came and smashed against his head. His eyes when he flopped to the floor of the S&D room, unconscious. Brant's face was stony as he looked down at Adam, he could have beaten him without luring him in, then turned to regard Konome.

(Minorly character hijacking acknowledged.)
 
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WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

"Holy shit."

"Oh good God..."

"Fight's over. Brant, take your place back with the First Years. Adam, pick your ass up so the next class can fight." Konome said all of this without even looking up from her pad. She dashed down a note or two that no student have ever seen before. The notebook could have had scribbled drawings in it for all that anyone knew. The sitch was to have them fearing of what she may have been writing down about them and their fighting, especially the losers. Even while knowing that eyes were plastered to her, she peered down the bridge of her nose and continued to scribble until she looked up at the students. Some of them still had white faces from the adrenaline the last match filled them in. The blood lust in the air apparently had people as riled up for blood as it did her.

So, they could be taught.

"Let's wrap this class up, shall we? Lance, since you're obviously the only Third Year even participating to fight, I have to automatically claim you the victor of your class, meaning, this is over. Tomorrow, the winners of the Second Years will be fighting against one another for the last victor until I progress in the lesson. Try to stay alive for 24 more hours." She paused in her speech to scribble something else down, something she probably had forgotten. When she stopped talking the students started. Kenzi sighed and nudged Brant in the arm softly.

"Good fight. I kinda feared for you out there." The words surprised her more so than they should have. She was actually talking to people without buckling under pressure! Her blue eyes widened a bit, but Brant didn't give her a dark look, so she was sure she was fine. Meanwhile, Georgia's mouth was still gaping open so much to the point where she barely heard Anthony talking to her. Once she did hear him, however, she turned her head towards him in excitement.

"Boring? Are you kidding me? Someone almost died! How can you say that was boring? If I were the one fighting, I would've knocked both of those idi..." Her sentence drowned away when she noticed she was doing it again. She was still acting as if she could defeat anyone in battle, even after that defeat she was handed by Tatsukie. She sent Tatsukie a glare, but the look changed to a decent look of respect. He didn't ask to be paired with a hot head.

"Alright. Get of my class and eat lunch. You all have an hour to eat and get to your next class." With that, she blew her whistle again and all of the students stood up and rushed out of the door for fear that Konome may have started attacking them at any movement.
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Adam rose shakily to his feet, with no small measure of effort, and hauled himself out of the arena. He'd done his work - even if he hadn't gotten most of what he wanted, he reasoned that he now had the title that he always yearned for, wherever he went, and whatever he did. The unmistakable grin on his face as he drew blood, the slices at Brant that nobody could mistake for him simply missing areas that bled less, the sheer sadism that practically oozed out of him the entire time, even the way he refused to use his gun. It all pointed to him being a blood-crazed maniac - something he had not only accepted he was, but something he had long embraced and longed to be more of.

Irrespective of his behavioural tendencies, Adam's head still throbbed as if Brant was still punching him, the dull pain never ceasing, pairing with his aching leg to give the boy a slightly dishevelled look. Him recovering his knife had been an afterthought - he was thinking about his one true weapon. The one that had brought him such joy on days when his scalpel was broken, and a new one was being acquired. The weapon that was not a weapon, yet possessed teeth that sliced through flesh like the deadliest of predators. Forged of a durable alloy, sharpened to have any big cat back away in fear. Something the light of his 'operating theatre' would glint off of, only highlighting the crimson liquid it spilled so mercilessly.
And he had just been pushed to retrieve it from the case he had smuggled it in with.
 
Taking care to properly wrap the wounds to his ribs and shoulder, Tobias had missed the early goings of the First Year's spar. The shoulder was especially time consuming, forcing him to use one hand and his teeth for the job. Both sleeves had been torn off for the purpose of dressing his injuries. The shirt would have to get tossed out at the end of the school day. At least we wasn't losing any more blood. With that done he again picked up his spear and made his way over to the other Second Year students.

The first thing he was able to make out was the downward swing of a big weapon, Brant's mace. Adam had attempted to block, but Brant's attack carried too much force. As the mace was raised again Tobias noticed the trickling of blood in two places. Neither were in areas you wanted to get cut and they had to have been deliberate. What were the odds you'd get caught by a blade on the throat and the wrists in such a short amount of time otherwise? Tobias' amber eyes shifted to Adam, the small knife he was wielding showing how it had tasted blood. His eyes were lit up as though he was glad to have drawn blood, even if they were glancing blows. Tobias made a mental note that Adam would be a serious concern once his aim and timing improved. Anyone who blatantly attacks such critical areas should always have an eye on them.

By the end of the fight Brant managed to avoid further injury, getting the better of Adam with a well planned swing to the leg. Knocked down as a result, Adam made a threatening movement which Brant responded to with a blow to the head. Konome announced him the victor and told Lance that he was a winner by default, all while scribbling something down in her notebook. The fact that Lance wasn't going to get a chance to fight worried Tobias. The guy had a reputation at AoA and the whole school would be sitting in the cafeteria for an hour with him after he wasn't able to work out his pent up aggression. I'll just be sure to sit far away from him.

The students began chatting among themselves again. Kenzi went up to Brant, for what Tobias assumed was to offer congratulations. Always the friendly one. Anthony had even approached Georgia, trying to engage her in conversation. Georgia's 'rut' seemed to have already ended, her energetic spirit rekindled with the day's other matches. At least it seemed that way to Tobias, then she stopped talking and the look in her eyes changed. Maybe she'd learned a little humility, at least for now. Tobias wasn't sure how much one loss would weigh on her.

The chit chat was cut short by Konome Sensei, who ordered the students to get out of her classroom. Everyone obeyed her without hesitation, all heading straight for the cafeteria for another "meal". Tobias walked over to Tatsukie once they were all out in the hall. "Looks like we'll get our chance to spar after all. Not sure how I like our Year's chances in the free for all after we have a second fight to determine our winner, though. Lance is going to be fresh tomorrow."
 
WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The fight was over and when Konome sent him back to the other students he turned from facing her and let out a breathe, irritated at how much blood he had lossed. Lunch, that would be good.Slipping the mace through the loop in his belt, he pulled out a roll of gauze from his back pocket and carefully pulled his wrist away from his bloody shirt as he walked back toward his shield. He started wrapping his wrist up tightly with it after putting a strip of cloth across the cut and from his other pocket he wrapped it with a bandage, it was a good thing he had the foresight to bring a little something with him to his first day at this place. That guy,he thought and glanced back to Adam getting up, is going to get somebody killed. He glanced over at Konome before turning his gaze to Kenzi "Thanks, had me going for a sec too" he said, giving a wave to his wrist before leaning down to pick up his shield and sling it across his back.

Brant was about to start heading out when he heard Georgia exclaim about the fight. He turned his head to look at her, noting how she cut herself off from finishing her sentence. She had a lot of pride and was still recovering from her loss, he caught the glare she was giving Tatsukie and noted when it turned into something he thought was respect. "You think you can take me Georgia?" he said to her, giving her a playful smile as he walked by on his way to lunch. ​Now lets see about getting some blood back into my system.
 
Lance sighed inwardly, knowing that he would have to swap out his scythe for the blunt one he had been issued. He had hoped at least one other Elite year would participate, but no such luck. His scythe would not taste battle today, but he knew it was only a matter of time. For the time being, it was time for lunch. Lance had no intention of risking the cafeteria food, it could often fell a man quicker than he himself, and would instead be ordering up some more Chinese food. Perhaps more noodles.
 
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Issac Winters entered the sparring arena, incredibly late for oversleeping and just general laziness. He walked in still slightly jostled by the principal yelling at him when he got to school. As he walked in he caught the glances of the class wondering what he was doing here so late. Issac was a first year and had no idea what this class was for but looking at the injured people, he could take a guess. He was prepared to get a verbal beating from the teacher and frankly didn't care. He would just nod in agreement. Issac felt rather lonesome, being of a rather small frame and of albino look. He had white hair and red eyes which usually warranted some glances from other people at his last school. He was sure it would happen again, being new to this school and showing up late.

Issac was wearing a simple black long sleeve and a leather shoulder pad over his left shoulder. He was wearing some slacks to go with his shirt. He also had a stave strapped to his back. A simple wooden stave. Nothing more, nothing less. He was dressed up rather formally for the first day of school, as he wanted to make a good impression. It was wasted when he showed up this late.

"uh... is this spars and duels?"
 
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Georgia looked over to Brant and cracked the same smile she had been sporting since the day started. It wasn't forced through gritted teeth, that time. The fight between she and Tatsukie had to leave her head at some point during the slowly dragging day. The more she thought about it and dwelt on her loss, the more she was just going to get frustrated. A frustrated Georgia with an axe could never be a good thing.

"Maybe, maybe not. I can't judge one person by one fight, as much as Konome thinks we can. That shit's just insane. I have to see them when their at their lowest and when their at their highest." she paused in her sentence to shift her ruby red eyes onto him, smirking even more. "I'm actually surprised you won that. I coulda sworn you were about to get your ass handed to you." She decided to slow her steps and walk with him, since Kenzi was somewhere else. With one light hand around the base of her ax, she heaved it more onto her shoulders, hearing a student or two sling out curses at how close it was to slicing their knee caps off. Georgia sighed, not bothered, and tugged on her pigtail with her free hand.

"Then again, maybe I should just shut up about fighting. Did you see what happened to me back there? I could've been shot. Me." She paused, hearing something like fear crawl into her voice. Georgia simply refused to acknowledge the emotion even existed and nudged Brant in the shoulder. "You weren't scared?"


"It...um...It was. But class is over. It's lunch time now." Kenzi peered at the boy through her glasses with an amused expression. She had never seen anyone with such beautiful white hair before, and she had been in AoA for 2 years. The boy must have been new, which was why he missed SAD. Konome looked up from her tablet right when Kenzi spoke, making her turn white. In a hurried rush, Kenzi grabbed Issac's hand and whisked him off, hearing him swear when his elbow banged against the border of the door.

"Sorry! Sorry. But trust me, that feels a lot better then what Konome would've done to you for being late."she added with an apologetic smile. Once the two where out of the room, she released his hand and fixed her skirt. Her satchel kept rubbing between her right, mid-thigh, but she dare not reach to scratch it. It would just look....odd. She saw Georgia up ahead because of two reasons: One, the fiery red hair. Two, people were scrambling to get out of the way. Kenzi smiled to herself and turned to look at Issac, gracing him with a sweet smile.

"I'm Kenzi, by the way. A Second Year. You must be a First Year since you're new. What's your name?" Kenzi looked out of the corner of her eye to see Lance go the opposite way from the cafeteria. She frowned, nose wrinkling. Where does he always go...?
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