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The endless expanse of pure blue sky was pierced by columns of smoke that rose from the middle of a dense woodland in the Wilds of Terrenus. These plumes of smoke came from Fort Redwood, a quiet little castle with a population of less than five hundred. The people here lived peacefully, tending to their crops and guarding their livestock. The people lived peacefully until the Garrison Commander accused the Marshall of murdering his daughter.

Her body was found, stark naked, in the Marshall's house. Some speculated that he had raped her before killing her. Others insisted that the Marshall had been framed. But most peculiar was the Marshall's response to the whole situation. He could have debated his case in the court, but he didn't. He demanded a trial by combat.

And so champions were chosen. The Marshall selected a woman from the Garrison Commander's personally trained bodyguards. He offered her a handsome payout if she were to win the battle and prove his innocence in the eyes of God. The Garrison Commander tried to find a champion from his own ranks as well, but he encountered a huge problem. None of his warriors wished to fight against their own comrades. For days he begged the most skilled warriors in the township to help him avenge his daughter. But as each day passed, it seemed less and less likely that he was going to get the justice that he wanted.

It was like that until the morning of the battle. A lone man appeared before the gates of Fort Redwood, claiming to be a friend of the Garrison Commander. The gates swiftly opened to welcome the stranger into the city, before he was quickly ushered into the private residence of the Garrison Commander.

Even before the battle began, almost the entire city had gathered around the central fighting pit to watch the match. The pit was twenty meters in diameter, with walls made from stone, five meters high. It was virtually impossible to scale; impossible to escape from.

A panel of judges sat comfortably under a canopy in the spectators' stand. The Garrison Commander was seated to the left of them. The Marshall to the right. Both men stared at their palms with great intensity, as if reflecting on the entirety of their lives before it all changed forever.

The crowd applauded as the gamemaster waddled into the pit from the combatant's entry door. He was a tubby man, cloaked in a priestly yellow garb. He raised his hands to signal for the crowd to quieten down before he gave his address.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the trial of combat for Marshall Ken Easter!" The crowd clapped hysterically once again.

He went on to explain the context of the battle as the two combatants prepared themselves from within the rooms. When he had finished his speech, he made his way back through the door, accidentally brushing his shoulder against the Garrison Commander's champion as he did.

"You have quite the audience," he patted the man on the shoulder reassuringly. "Give them a good show."

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Once permitted to enter the arena, the opposing champion approached without hesitation. The natural soles of his bare feet padded upon the packed dirt of the arena floor. As the crowds continued to verbalize their anticipation, he came into full view to reveal himself completely. Standing stark naked at 5'6" and approximately 182 pounds, his olive toned skin gleaming in the sun's rays. His body type was a twisted semblance to a body builder. His large rippling muscles showed poorly to moderately scarred tissue beneath the skin, clear evidence of poor bodily care in the wake of extreme training regiments. Jinsoku was not only known to not rest enough between sessions, but also to rapidly heal thanks to what lied beneath the surface. A bad combination to abuse, no matter the reasoning behind it. Still, his results were great, and he had no regrets. Unlike the true nature of a body builder which is more for show than power, every inch of Jinsoku's body was primed to express force by his dictation. A curious set of scars going across his legs from the calf of the left leg and spanning diagonally across the opposing thigh just above the knee. Starting on the calf and wrapping the shin with about a 4 inch wide scar at it's smallest, in which the thing concluded with the scar spanning down the knee as it was closer to a foot wide. 

There was obviously no armor to note, nor any other objects to be found other than the weapon he gripped firmly in his right hand. A halberd. The pole-arm was approximately six feet in length. The the end of the shaft before him was the ax blade and corresponding thorn to it's backside, as well as the spike the tipped the shaft from above the ax head. The consistency and hue of the metals were obviously different, in which the blade and pointed portions of the weapon seemed special. Pacing about to about 10 feet from the center, Jinsoku came to a stop. For a moment his eyes slid shut, allowing the crowds to become white noise as he steeled his mind for the battle ahead of himself. As an outsider that didn't quite agree with the reason behind this custom, he respected the custom enough to engage it on behalf of another. 'No Gods, no kings, only man.'

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The crowd's enthusiastic cheering dipped once again in anticipation. The second door opposite Jinsoku slid open, hitting the wall with a thump.

A woman emerged from within. In contrast to Jinsoku, she was covered from shoulder to toe in chainmail, with a layer of cloth below it for insulation. Her chainmail tunic covered only her torso, back, and shoulders, ending around the waist and at the sleeves. Below the waist, she had a second piece of chainmail in the shape of a skirt that went down to her ankles. Covered sandals protected her soles from any sharp objects on the ground. On both her upper arms, she sported yet more tight rings of chainmail that seemed to be sewed into the cloth itself. They opened up loosely onto her forearms and met with a pair of metal gauntlets on her clenched fists. Around her waist, were scabbards for three blades. The first, a rapier, was attached to where her left hip bone was. A pair of daggers were the remaining two, each 30 centimeters in length, strapped to each of her thighs.

Her blonde hair fell around her head like a curtain, cut short just above the shoulder.

When her eyes fell upon Jinsoku, her expression was momentarily conflicted. Disbelief, admiration, and dread. All left as quickly as they had appeared. And then returned the apathetic face that a knight wore to battle.

“I know you,” she stepped towards Jin, her voice hardly audible over the cheering, but loud enough for him to hear.

“I’ve heard stories about you.”

Standing at 5’8, she was slightly taller than Jin and wore much more clothing. But that did little to ease her wariness. She knew from the aforementioned stories that Jinsoku possessed superhuman strength and endurance. Furthermore, the open flaunting of his... man parts... was distracting to say in the very least.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the gamesmaster stretched out the words for dramatic effect, “Let the trial of combat, begin!”

Drawing her 50-inch rapier with her right hand, she proceeded to slide her right foot about a shoulder-width behind her left. The weapon was then gripped with both hands and brought above her head, the needle point of the blade aimed straight at Jinsoku’s temple.

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Despite his outward appearance, there was much more to him than met the eye. The Raiju within remained calm and collected, knowing that even though death was a possibility, this was more of a contest of power than a war time scenario. Still, the threat was real, and the purpose just as much so. Temporarily Championed, he was a Knight of the Order of Force Majeure first and foremost. As ridiculous of a feat it was to agree to these terms of combat, there was nothing that could prohibit him from such an act without exception. Even if he was told he would be unarmed against an armed opponent. Fortunately the latter was not the case considering his opponents view-able armaments. A pair of daggers and a rapier. Comparing and contrasting, he weighed the variables between himself and this woman. She were potentially boast a quicker pace with his smaller, more agile weapons. However, Jinsoku had speed that was no laughing matter itself, and strength to boot. He almost questioned if he heard her right, but there was no mistaking it. She mentioned of hearing and knowing of him. While this did not necessarily worry him, he was curious to know of what she had heard. It was amazing how fast people began to remember his name after being Knighted.

"..."

He refused to try and shout over the crowd, and since he wasn't sure of her own ability to hear above average, he remained silently regardless. As the announcing of the commencing of the trials, he delivered a bow to his opponent as a sign of respect. While he felt it was unfortunate to be facing a woman, he would fail to hold back or take it easy on her. Though thinking of her pained him, he had to thank Rou mentally for his ability to stand here capable and ready to fight a woman naked. For this would've been that much more difficult had he still been a virgin. While seemingly disadvantaged compared to his armored opponent, the woman was smart to not rush him. Then again, neutralizing his superior reach over her weapons was exactly her best bet at trying to overwhelm him and earn a victory. 

He couldn't figure out why she was holding her rapier in such an odd stance, though perhaps it served a purpose he was incapable of predicting or comprehending. Regardless, she immediately took to the defensive, ultimately leaving him to break the ice and engage her first in this duel. A grin came to his face as his charcoal eyes watched her a brief moment longer, his legs bending as the knees as he came to squat. Springing up, he shoved the earthen crust from beneath his body. He moved forward at a fraction of just how high he jumped. Peaking at approximately five meters, Jinsoku brought his halberd into both of his hand. Bringing it between himself and the woman, he hosted its pointed tip at the woman below. With as much speed and force as his rise Jinsoku found his patch of gravity that brought him crashing down weapons first towards the area ground once more, the spike aimed for the woman. While nobody would likely notice, there where cracks on the ground where Jinsoku jumped from.This was a foreshadowing of his strength before the woman decided how to respond to his assault. While she may have heard stories of him, she perhaps would notice that his carried weapon didn't match the description of anything that may have been mentioned in his stories. 

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Back. 

Instincts took the woman back to her training. Jin's attack was similar to a downward cleave from a greatsword or a warhammer, except with the magnitude amplified tenfold. But nonetheless, the concept was similar. 

Taking four steps back in a calculated dodge, she left enough distance such that if Jin decided to suddenly rotate his halberd in mid-air, the blade would narrowly miss her. With both of her hands still tightly gripping the handle of the rapier, she held it next to her right chest, the tip of the blade now angled at Jinsoku’s torso. 

Upon the last step, she dug her heels into the sand, springing back at Jinsoku the moment he buried his ax-head into the ground. 

She closed the distance rapidly, skirting around the right of Jin’s embedded weapon with a powerful kick to the soil with her left foot. She tilted her rapier slightly to the right to avoid collision with his polearm. 

Once in a direct line of contact was available, she quickly swerved the rapier back to the left, stepping into Jin’s personal circle. 

Strike. 

She would swing the weapon into his right neck, carving through his shoulder and torso, finally exiting his body from the left hip.

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As the woman retreated, Jinsoku remained committed to his attack. The spike of the halberd drove into the earthen crust with ease before the ax head and back spike crashed into the packed dirt beside the top spike. The impact was outworldish to say the least, in which a meter wide crater was created, accented with fissures and crack; Leaving the weapon without being necessarily embed within the ground. Likewise, a debris cloud blossomed their immediate area, giving each combatant less of the other to see. Thanks to his Electrolocation, he could sense the movements of the woman without the visibility he had just sacrificed. Her impulsiveness to suddenly bring herself swiftly to his right was perhaps one of the smartest and at the same time ignorant things she could have possibly done in this moment, especially with her remaining on the outside of his line. 

As she rushed by his right, Jinsoku found himself throwing his weight to his right as his leg swiped the air, aiming to kick the woman as she bypassed him. The lack of physical contact alerted him to the failed attempt. As his feet found the ground once more, Jinsoku took to riding the momentum of his kick as he wrenched his halberd loose and took a rather wide swipe horizontally with his armored (left) side first. Perhaps the push and pull of the cloud was enough for her to read his movements, perhaps not. Time would certainly tell as the ax head swung to place itself at her back, the shaft threatening to not only disrupt her own attack, but also to push her into a counter attack of his own. He himself stepped away from her as he did this in order to keep from compromising his reach. To keep from compromising his weapon's use in general.

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It was actually the whistling of the ax-head in the air that prompted the woman to turn her lunge into a roll. As her body turned parallel to the floor, she felt a rush of air just a hair’s length above her back, no doubt from the swing of Jinsoku’s halberd. Completing the roll, her eyes widened when she found that the ground beneath her feet was riddled with cracks. She knew of Jinsoku’s strength, but nothing could have prepared her for the destructive capability of each of his blows. To throw up this much dust with just one strike... a single connecting hit could mean certain death. 

While Jinsoku’s weapon still carried its momentum anticlockwise, she took advantage of his footsteps as he backed away to narrow down his approximate location. She wouldn’t win this fight if it came down to a battle of hit trading. She had to deny the effectiveness of his weapon. Bursting through the cloud of dust, her right hand leveled the rapier with his heart, using the sound of his footsteps to locate him. As she barreled into him, the cold steel pointer of her rapier would be the first to pierce his torso.

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His movements were fluid and unified, his body a muscle altogether as one. While her roll saved her from the strike, it allowed him what little time was necessary to maintain weapon control as well as his footing. His feet found him standing firm in his place, only a picot necessary to face his assailant that perhaps was getting too far ahead of themselves. Feet shoulder's width apart, he still lead with his would have been armored half, in which the woman recovered from her roll and took to barreling into him haphazardly. With the spike atop his halberd already trained between him and his opponent, it wasn't hard to guess his next move. Without charging his opponent, Jinsoku allowed her to rush him and merely aimed and thrust said spike into her torso, thanks to however awkward it would've been to keep with placing two hands on her basket hilt, one handed sword. As the thrust fully extended, the five times increase of strength behind the blow all but promised her armor would be torn through like shooting an arrow through a sheet of paper. When the resistance of a body was felt, and as he pushed to full extension, he'd lift her about a foot off of the ground, holding her there as he guessed whether or not he punctured or even collapsed one of her lungs before such a result was obvious with the leaking of blood from her mouth. He guessed as to just how badly he had broken her breastplate, hoping it wasn't completely shattered. His charcoal eyes, narrowed as they were searched from her eyes as he continued to hold her at the end of the halberd like a fish on a pike. 

"Yield, live to fight another day."

He encouraged as he finally swung her to his right, discarding her from his weapon before resuming his stance prior to impaling her. Why she chose to chase an opponent she couldn't see was beyond him. However, her lack of experience and technique was obvious to a seasoned warrior such as himself. He needed her to fold for him, for he felt that there was no honor to be found in killing her. 

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At most, the woman expected the spike to merely jab at her chest, skidding off harmlessly against her chainmail armor. Instead, she was met moments later by a sharp cracking sound as something ripped straight through her armor, thrusting into her torso. At first, she felt nothing. Then, there was only pain as Jinsoku shoved the blade into her vitals and lifted her off the ground. 

"Yield, live to fight another day." 

Disbelief was written all over her face as blood dripped out from the corners of her mouth and from the spike embedded in her chest, staining the shaft with a bright red. The rapier slipped out of her fingers, clattering against the ground. She couldn’t comprehend how he had managed to see her through the dust cloud. 

The disbelief soon turned to agony as he swung her sideways, tearing the spike out of her torso and sending her sprawling in the sand. Winded and hurting, she slid her right hand out of its gauntlet to press the soft skin of her palm against the wound in order to mitigate the blood loss. 

“Urgh...” she clenched her teeth, curling her body up around the wound. There was no questioning whether or not she would yield. Jinsoku's first successful blow was lethal. 

Yet in the face of death, the knight bore the same pride that got her into the highest ranks of the garrison. Doomed to a slow and painful demise, the woman had one last request for him. 

“...It has been an honor dueling with you. End me quickly. I will get neither saving nor a clean death from these people.” 

In a most resolute state of mind, she closed her eyes, awaiting his blade.

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"Tch."

He sneered at her claim. Not because he didn't believe her, but because he did. His charcoal eyes left her for a moment to glance around at the roaring crowd, thirsty for her death. He held his halberd in a single hand, clenched tightly with its heavier head angled towards the ground off to his side. His breathing was still practically normal, his body lacking fatigue in many ways. This was a good stretch, a warm up at best. To cast this inexperienced woman into a conflict such as this, all but sealing her fate, it was rather sickening. She wanted him to kill her, they wanted him to. This was simply not an option in his eyes. She was of no threat to his life any longer. He was not a murderer.

"What's your name?"

He questioned as his charcoal eyes fell upon her once more. When she delivered her answer, he was prepared to share his own with her. He weighed his options in his mind before just speaking ignorantly. If he simply left her as is, they would let her die. If he tended to her wounds, perhaps they would still kill her one way or another. She was sure of that much. The issue wasn't deciding whether or not to let her live, rather it was deciding to what degree he would defend her. After all, he was but a man with only a weapon apart from the skin on his back. While he had been taught to have little to no care for titles, he was rather reluctant to recall the fact that he was a Knight.

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“Kendra,” she replied as her eyelids fluttered open. 

When she noticed that the distance between the pair remained unchanged, she was overcome with frustration. “Fine... We’ll do it the traditional way...” 

With her blood-soaked hand still pressing against her wound, she stood up and drew her dagger. When she did, she felt an odd displacement within her chest. Something important had been hit badly, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. As she took her first step towards Jinsoku, dagger pointing at his bare torso, a stream of blood squirted out from the wound and flowed out from the corners of her mouth, splattering Jinsoku’s feet in crimson liquid. 

She sank to her knees, the dagger hitting the ground uselessly at her side.

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Her spirit was strong, but her body was weak. Despite this she tried to force an end to this bout that was unnecessary. The victory had already been delivered, there was nothing left to fight for. Still he admired her spirit, in a way it reminded him of his own persistent nature. As Kendra approached with knife in hand, his face showed only concern and worry. He moved towards her, dropping his halberd to his side. She dropped her knife as blood spurted from her wounds, partially showering his legs and feet as he caught her from helplessly falling down again. Rolling her onto her back, he gingerly place her on the ground before pressing one of his thick muscled hands over the wound and pressing upon it just hard enough to help staunch the bleeding. 

"This dual is over, bring her help now!"

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Another one of the coliseum gates slid open and the next challenger, Clash Fah, walked out onto the dirt floor of the arena in size ten and a half brown work shoes, leather pants and a leather belt, pacing like a lion as he prepared to face the blood stained Jinsoku Hayabusa. "Jolly good show there, mate, whoever you are," said Clash, who held a four feet long archangel blade in his gauze wrapped right hand. "It happened so fast I missed some of it, but I promise not to disappoint." He rolled his neck on his healthy, powerful shoulders, all five feet eight and a quarter inches and sixty-six kilograms of him. Then, he started to limber up with some very quick one leg squats. "I, Clash Fah, will be your next opponent. Heh." Using his right hand, Clash lifted his iron weapon high. His left hand joined his right closer to the bottom of the sword hilt.

He tucked his chin, guarded it with the knuckles of his right hand and protected his bowels by holding his muscular left forearm cross body. After that, he charged the shorter, heavier Hayabusa with his own sword held over his right shoulder, aligning the pommel of his archangel blade with Jinsoku's left orbital socket.

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Left eye bash with sword pommel (1)

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