RGB Rook vs. Edgar Roni Figaro (Win: Edgar)

[rook]

((With Edgar on the defense, it makes sense for Rook to push his attack harder, but I never wrote the post with the intent of him hitting Edgar, and never do, just trying to keep up an offensive. If his attacks land, I leave that open and up to Nella. Otherwise, he's just pushing a charge, and mostly for the sake of keepign the battle from being dodge/reaction; dodge/reaction, etc. I am curious as to how a Keyblade blow to the chest could be softened, but not seem to cause any other noted damage, though.))

Rook lunged up, summoning the BlackJack again. The action, moreso than the force of it, managed to send him moving far enough to avoid the blade directly, and though it missed piercing him, it did succeed in striking his side, cutting through the shimmering image that made up his vest and shirt, and drawing blood. The Keyblade faded from his hand, and Rook continued to fall in the direction he inadvertantly sent himself, and back upright to his knees.

He took a few breaths, shallower than needed, what with the new injury and all. He placed his hand to his chest again, and tried to focus. He was tired, maybe too tired to try the Guard Light again, but it was getting to be the only card he had left to play.

[alan8or]

((The damage was not mentioned because my posts have been rushed. My posts have been rushed because life has been kicking my ass quite thoroughly of late. The damage, however, is there. I'll make note of it in this post. My apologies.))

The sword thrust had glanced the boy's side as Rook managed to dodge the majority of the blow. Disappointing, but pretty much par for the course. Edgar took just a short moment to catch his breath, that last swipe having hit him harder than he would have liked to admit. Still, his opponent had taken a similar pause, which meant that the ex-king had the redhead worn down, hopefully. Still, that key was getting quite annoying. Who fought with a giant key, anyways?

Then again, Setzer had always fought with cards and dice. But he had to focus on the fight right now. There would be time for questions later. Rook was on his knees, and Edgar was still standing. That was what mattered right now. Pressing his momentary advantage, Edgar closed the distance once more.

He was not a cruel man. Rook was nearly out of it as it was. Almost powerless, almost - though, he'd already shown to be able to pull things seemingly out of nowhere. Still, all he needed was to get the point of his rapier poised... even if he would be revived after, there was no need to kill his opponent. He was just a kid, after all. Point directed at the boy's heart, he spoke.

"Surrender."

((I hope that doesn't seem too powerplayed. Obviously Edgar doesn't have him pinned or anything, so no guarantees that he'll be able to follow through. *shrug* If the mods decide it needs changing, I'll edit.))

[locue]

Edgar still had a 'Safe' spell up, so that is how the blow was softened.

That being said, my post is a clear post!

Highlight me!

[rook]

((^Neat trick. I know it was softened, I was asking about how it didn't do any other noted damage, which CG clarified.))

Note to self,[ Rook mused, takign heavier breaths to keep the adrenaline going. Even with it, his tanks were running low, Go... for longer... runs.

"Surrender."

Edgar was speaking to him, and Rook looked up at him, still on his knees, shaking his head with a light smile echoing on his face, "Sorry...never gave up before, never will..."

A stupid thing to say, in most situations that required it being said, Rook knew that much. But it wasn't a matter of pride, so much as it was keeping a promise. The inner light began to glow...

"This is... about the only ace I still got..." He held both hands flat side by side, face-up and aimed at Edgar, but trying to do so subtley and without drawing too much attention meant he had to prop his elbows against his own stomach.

"Guard Light."

The burst exploded from his hands again, tossing his shaggy hair back in its wake, just as his elbows recoiled into his abdomen, and he let out a loud grunt, knocking the wind out of himself, and curling over.

That was it. He was spent. Rook let out several half-gasps in his attempt to stay conscious. With any luck, he scored a KO, but barring that, he saw no way of getting himself back up again. Not after this.

His eyesight blurred form exhaustion, hampering him from making out what was going on, so, instead, he crossed his fingers.

[alan8or]

The last blow took Edgar completely by surprise, and sent him flying back, knocking him off his feet and back onto the ground, hard.

... ow.

For a few moments, there was no movement. Edgar didn't move, didn't open his eyes, knowing the finishing blow would come at any second...

... it sure was taking a while.

"You're not out of the game yet, boy. Get up." A crackling noise in the back of his mind, like far-off thunder or gentle laughter. Ramuh. And with it, a slight relief of weariness. Not as though any damage had actually been relieved, just as though he could take more now. Ramuh had helped him out of many a tight spot in the past, and now was no different.

Slowly, the king opened his eyes, and stumbled to his feet. Rook had put up an excellent fight, but it seemed the red head had put everything into that last attack, and was now lying barely conscious on the ground. He was a good fighter, and the king decided that he'd much rather be fighting on the same side as him in the future.

Limping slightly, Edgar crossed over to Rook. "Nice trick, but you're finished." His voice was worn - the fight had taken a fair amount out of him. Reaching down, the king offered his hand to the boy. "Need a hand?"

((For clarification, that yellow is Ramuh in Edgar's mind, /not/ Rook. >>; ))

[locue]

One more round just to wrap things up.

Unless I am horribly mistaken.

So, Clear.

[rook]

Dammit, he had failed, Rook knew it. And he cursed himself for it. Another chance to bring his dreams to life slipped through his fingers as he watched through blurred vision as Edgar weakly stood.

"Nice trick, but you're finished... Need a hand?"

Rook took a few breaths and looked up at him, eyes thinned and glaring. Not in anger at his opponent for outlasting him, but determination. Through heavy breaths and pained attempts to swallow his own spit through his dried throat, he spoke, "I...I told... I told you... I don't give... give up... never have... n-n-.. ngh... never will..."

In a push, he shoved his balled hand out in an uppercut... or what would have been one had he the energy to throw it. Instead, what formed was a loosely held fist that rose, and abuptly fell as Rook toppled again, falling onto his back, sprawled out, eyes closed, the uppercut having never even come close to his opponent. Still awake, just not moving, and too worn out to move on his own power.

"N-nev-never g-give...can't give up..." he was heard to whisper, shaking his head just before slipping into unconsciousness. Finally, out of motion, the data-constructed blood from his wounds began to form tiny pools under him.

[alan8or]

Edgar sighed, and shook his head as the boy fell unconscious after his feeble attempt at a last attack. Determined to the very end. Still breathing heavily, bruised and beaten, the ex-king reached down and lifted the boy off the ground, wrapping the redhead's arm around his shoulders, and his own arm around the boy's shoulders, supporting him.

Stubborn kid, but strong. A lot like Sabin, really. They'd probably get along well, if they ever met.

Slowly, struggling under the weight and his own wounds, Edgar walked the unconscious Rook out of the arena. Maybe the next round would be easier.

((Fin.))

[locue]

Winner: Edgar

Round 2 will commence shortly.