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With satisfaction, Edgar felt the sword connect with it's intended target. The tactic had worked, and wounded his opponent. Perfect. Though, Rook recovered from the hit faster than he had hoped, as Edgar had just enough time to see Rook's sweep and awkwardly jump out of the way. Damn.
Rook seemed to be charging something, too, or at least that's what it looked like. It could be another flash of light, like last time. Or it could be something new. Either way, it had the redhead occupied, if only for a moment, which was all Edgar needed for phase two of his plan.
There were crossbow bolts all over the arena. Metal crossbow bolts. Rook now had an open wound, and blood, being mostly made of water, was highly conductive. A good shock to this place would light everything up, Rook most of all. Difficult (though not impossible) to dodge. It was a good plan, he thought.
"Bolt 2!" And with that lightning shot down from above, striking around and at Rook.
Simultaneously, Rook jumped up off of his feet, his arm outstretched and his open palm aimed directly at Edgar's chest. The light that had been growing in his chest followed the motion and began to grow in his palm.
"Guard Light!!!"
A brilliant blast of light fired from him, arcing toward Edgar with concussive force, while he was distracted with unloading the spell. Tensing, Rook's plan was working, momentarily. Not only was he dishing out an attack, but by jumping into the air, the force of the blast was propelling him further away from his adversary.
The Bolt 2 hit at the same time as he fired, and though he was able to avoid a direct hit with electricity by breaking contact with the floor, his foot clipped the crossbow bolt as he was pushed backwards, electricity racing through his vessel, and sending him into a convulsing twitch, fingers tensed and cramped and he let out a shaken grunt as he hung in the air for a moment before falling backwards to the floor.
Rook growled as he smelled burnt hair and ozone. The Bolt wasn't a direct hit, he had managed a saving throw in its wake. But it disoriented him, and his legs were hardly able to keep his weight. He felt like he had been running for a very long time, though his lungs simply felt pressured.
And so, he sat there on the ground, on his knees and one hand, looking down, his other hand placed to his chest. "Not... ready to-... give up yet," he whispered, coaxing himself to go on, "That's not... how I wanna be remembered..."
He took a few haggard breaths, and stood again, taking a few steps forward, before breaking into a charge, and with a shimmer of light, a red black and gold colored Keyblade appeared in his hand, and he lashed out with it. "Come on! I'll go out fighting!"
The force caught Edgar unaware, full in the chest, knocking him back several feet and onto the ground, knocking the air out of the king. Simply put, /ow/. But his spell had connected with the redhead, Edgar noticed as he got to his feet, and it had been a good hit, too. He seemed to be out for the co-
... or maybe not. Fine. "Safe!" Another spell went into effect around Edgar's person. If all went well, it should soften any further physical blows.
... and just what was that? Before he could figure it out, the whatever it was - it looked almost like a giant key - was swinging toward him, and the blond had just enough time to block the blow with his own sword. The haste spell he had cast earlier was now starting to fade, he could tell. His reflexes /should/ have been faster.
The Keyblade swung back and forth in brute style. There was not much form to Rook's technique yet, just strength and a cudgel, like a berserker warrior. With one final sweep, the redhead missed on purpose, the key swinging to Edgar's mid, but carrying past, the weight giving Rook more momentum as he spun, aiming to kick the King's legs out from under him. He spun once more, bringing his other leg up in a kick.
"Fall! Fall!" He cried out as his limbs made for their targets. What was, moments ago, a downsided fight with an armed man now seemed to balance out in a sword duel.
There are many lessons involved in being Prince, and later King of Figaro. Proper manners, history lessons, mechanics (very important, considering the nature of Castle Figaro), the general types of things one needs to know in order to lead a country. These lessons, naturally, included sword fighting - war was occasionally a necessary evil. And of course, Magic was a forgotten art, so the training had all been purely physical.
Essentially, what this meant is that Edgar knew how to defend himself in a sword duel. The red-head was strong, and swinging wildly, and Edgar was pushed back some just by the sheer force. But there was no form, no finesse to his movements. Each blow was telegraphed enough to be easily parried, even if the swiftness with which they came meant there was no opportunity for a counterattack. Still, at the rate he was going, Rook would get tired befo-
And then his legs were swept out from underneath him. Perhaps there was something more to the boy after all. Still, it wasn't going to stop him. Edgar had faced down much worse than a teenager with an over-sized key. And the fall hadn't stunned him quite as much as Rook probably would have hoped, due to the Safe spell which was still in effect.
In the end, this was just a matter of endurance, and Edgar was near certain he had the upper hand there - he could feel Ramuh keeping him going still. He could do this.
Rook unsummoned the blade for now. He found himself expending far too much energy much too quickly. The sweep had connected, however short-lasting its result was, but he pressed the attack, regardless. He had run his own gauntlets during the Thousands-Heartless War, and was an expert at running through the canyons outside the limits. He was no aerobic slouch, but he never trained for endurance during hand-to-hand combat. he could last, but he didn't know how much longer. He could feel his body burning already, but not so much he couldn't shrug it off for now.
He kicked again as Edgar collected himself after the sweep, aiming for the chest and head. A downed enemy, even one that was still kicking, was one that was at a disadvantage. And Rook kept that at the forefront of his mind's eye, his attacks becoming heavier, perhaps more violent.
Rearing back, he clenched his fist, let out a roar, and brought his fist down at Edgar's face.
In any sort of a fight, on one's back is not the most advantageous position to be in, especially if one's opponent is still on their feet. However, this is exactly the case Edgar found himself in at the moment. Step one was getting out of the way, and now. The ex-king rolled out of the way of the kicks - kicks which were clearly coming harder than they had been before. Sabin would like this kid's style, should they ever meet.
Wasting no time, Edgar quickly sprung to his feet. He just needed to be on his guard for more sweeps like that last one. In fact, the best thing to do right now was play this defensively. He could outlast the boy, of that he was all but certain. Just had to wait until the boy wore himself out.
Rook's last punch was clearly powerful, but also really obvious. Not particularly hard to dodge. There was something to be said for subtlety and finesse in fighting.
Hard grunts escaped Rook's lungs as his feet began shallow kicks at Edgar's thighs and knees. He liked it better then his opponent had less area to run in. This is like fighting with Laurel, Rook mused, Too much speed... Have to try and take that away from him.
Rook was telegraphing his moves. Too slow, too obvious. Time to mix it up a bit. He stepped back, propped his foot as if he were about to spring forward with a kick, but halted before attacking. The Keyblade reappeared in his off-hand and slashed upwards to Edgar's chest, giving Rook that additional reach he lacked in the step back. The Keyblade disappeared again as Rook lunged forward, jumping up and throwing both feet at the ex-king's chest with a dropkick.
He landed hard on his chest, and climbed to one awkward knee, turning his head to face Edgar, but little else. He needed a few seconds to catch a breath.
((Gah... life is distracting. Also, it seems to me like Rook is doing an awful lot in each post... *shrug*))
Edgar took a few short hops backwards, avoiding the shallow kicks Rook made. Rook was still moving too quickly for his taste. A quick check and Edgar knew he'd be able to pull off another Haste spell, provided he do so quickly. The Safe spell was still up. No time like the present, then. "Haste!" The spell went off just as the boy slashed at his chest, and Edgar could not manage to dodge it. Still, the blow was softened, which was good, and the Haste spell was what he needed. Reflexes heightened once more, Edgar manage to side step the next dropkick, and the same attack left Rook stunned slightly on the ground. Good.
A quick thrust forward with his sword would hopefully end this, which is exactly what Edgar did.
((What, you are actually making me do something besides say clear?!?
In Rook's last post; Shallow kicks, feint, slash, dropkick, land.
That is a few too many actions. I'm not gonna make you change it this time, but as you are not hasted, please try not to move too fast. The feint, slash, dropkick would be ok, but remember, never say the outcome of your attack on the opponent. If you were to hit, you would not turn to face Edgar, and if you missed, why would you doom yourself to that without letting your opponent even consider getting hit?