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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/26/2017 12:28:23 AM
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[i]As soon as Octavia bothered to look over at Remy's approaching figure, the Warden that she was dueling raised her longsword above the young woman's head, her looming shadow casting over Octavia's frame as she brought the blade down. Octavia merely looked upon it with a sudden calmness, before-[/i]
"[i]Morituro![/i]"
[i]The Peacekeeper literally leaped into the falling blade, pressing her dagger and longsword against it and parrying the Warden with remarkable ease, to the knight's immediate surprise. She slid back, but Octavia didn't end there, as the bottom of her foot suddenly slammed into the side of the knightess' helm, steel bending and denting slightly as her head rang within the cold, enclosed depths of the helmet. Octavia yelled in newfound adrenaline as she slammed her leg into the knight's helmet once more, this time slamming the side of it again but with her kneecap. The knight skidded back, shaking her head and chuckling in an almost pained voice.[/i]
"Mm. Your boyfriend arrives, and you're suddenly eager to impress him, yes? Good, good." [i]The knight slammed her blade into the earth, as Octavia calmed herself down and sheathed her weaponry, removing her caged helmet after a moment. Her light brunette hair fell to her shoulders in a rush, hanging from her head in a smooth fashion, almost gleaming in the sunlight. Her lime green eyes looked upon Remy as he watched, as her hand moved slightly to wave. The knightess looked over and nodded, noticing his garb...was he a renegade Warden? Or perhaps, a man who had taken the armor for his own purposes..[/i]
"Remy," [i]The Peacekeeper spoke, smiling as she strolled over to his figurine. She had to look up at his face, due to the fact that he was about a foot taller (hell, I think he is a foot taller) than her. She was rather short, to be quite honest.[/i]
"Good to see you again. You finally got out of that place, then?" [i]She held out her hand to shake his, in a...kinder fashion. Octavia hadn't changed much since their meeting within the border of Wa, although she was certainly a better warrior than beforehand.[/i]
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[i]While the knightess was definitely wrong about the boyfriend part, she definitely wasn't about the whole impressing thing. Remy was, genuinely, impressed, an equally genuine applause coming from the sidelines, as the Warden clapped his gloved hands together a few times. His greatsword (because it definitely ain't a fuсkin' longsword >.>) was "sheathed" in the ground, the knight currently leaning on it with his right side.[/i] "Octavia," [i]He spoke after the Peacekeeper had approached him, his voice as gravelly and rough as it was when they met the first time, yet it also held a kind and friendly tone,[/i] "Good to see you here as well, lass." [i]He smiled beneath his helmet as he took Octavia's hand in his own, the former's dwarfed in the latter's, considering that he was.. a big man, definitely, standing at six feet and seven inches. He firmly held Octavia's hand, giving it a shake that was just as firm, though his hand retreated back to his side after that.[/i] "Happy to see you made it out as well.. though, I'm missing a certain someone, the guy with the halberd.. But, first, who's the lass who called me your, ah, boyfriend? Didn't knew the news had gotten this far.." [i]What a joker. Huehuehue.[/i]
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[i]At the knight's joke, Octavia chuckled quietly, before motioning over to the knightess who had brought up the boyfriend thing.[/i] [i]The warrior hadn't removed her helmet like Octavia had, but she had begun to approach Remy, her own sword held tightly within her own left hand. Upon her approach, Remy had begun to notice more details about her, specifically the symbol upon her chest: it displayed a straight sword, one half of a skull upon the right side of its blade, while one half of a knight helm was upon the other. [/i] "Eliza Coulter, Lieutenant and Warden of the Blackstone Legion." [i]The knightess held out her hand for Remy to shake, as she continued to speak in that foreign, commanding yet kind voice of a leader.[/i] "Your friend Octavia and her brother, Olythran, joined the Legion a while back. Certainly some fine additions to our ranks, truly. By the way, apologies for sounding suspicious - but where did you receive such armor?"
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[i]Rem Rem looked Eliza over a few times, recognizing the name of the Legion she was a part of, and he once was, too. He slowly raised his left hand as he had for Octavia, as his right hand was occupied by the cruciform of his sword. He took Eliza's hand in a firm grip, giving it another equally firm shake while simultaneously speaking up,[/i] "I, too, was once a part of the Blackstone Legion, oh-so-very long ago. Octavia.. she might know, because I do believe I told her about it. Anyway, I was part of the Legion, though I left it to go rogue. Wasn't a fan of the militaristic lifestyle. Became a.. vigilante, of sorts, as well as a blade-for-hire. As for my name, Eliza, it's Remy. Remy Warnerius. Rogue Warden Remy." [i]And now, Remy went silent again, his hand breaking away from the shorter woman's, going back to hanging limply at his left side. She was a Lieutenant, probably wouldn't approve of what he had said and done, but.. he could take on a single Warden. Probably. He didn't want a fight, but he was ready for one.[/i]
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[i]Eliza's grip was once firm and strong, but as she heard of what deeds Remy had committed? Oh boy. Her hand began to clench his, her fingers digging into his gauntlet as she spoke with a voice laced with venomous hatred. Not only was he a traitor, but a mercenary for hire? That reminded her...[/i] "You know, Remy~" [i]Eliza spoke, staring into the depths of his visor as he looked upon her - he could briefly see a pair of dark blue eyes, light blonde hair shrouding them slightly.[/i] "When I left, I was tasked with the extermination of traitors and such that I would find at Tatakai. Although, since you [i]are[/i] Octavia's friend...I'll let you go, [i]Warden[/i]." [i]Waifu inbound.[/i] "Hey, hey." [i]Octavia stepped between the two Wardens, one being one of her leaders - the other being her friend. True to her name, she would try to stop the conflict before it erupted into combat. She knew what Eliza would do if it escalated to that.[/i] "Lieutenant, may I suggest that you...er, leave for a...oh." [i]Octavia didn't finish as the female Warden turned and left, breaking away from the duo as her black and orange cloth swiftly fluttered within the wind, as she stormed out of the courtyard without another word.[/i] --------------------------- "...That...ended remarkably well. Remy, please forgive me for not telling her. Didn't know that she had a mission like that - that's the type of thing that Apollyon would give a Peacekeeper or Lawbringer. Hell, [i]me[/i]." [i]Octavia sighed, shaking her head. She figured that Remy would either talk shit to her or talk shit about Eliza, or perhaps leave altogether: she waited for his response quietly.[/i]
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"I already dislike her," [i]Came from Remy as he watched Eliza walk off, malice and a strong disdain in his icy blue eyes. He slowly closed and opened his left hand, before giving the wrist a quick flick. Felt a bit odd now, but oh well. He'd have to payback for that.[/i] "Whatever, she can fuсk right off," [i]he spoke further, though his voice was quiet, a mere whisper, voice laced with hatred.[/i] "Anyhow, thanks for interfering there, Octavia. Probably would've turned into a fight otherwise, considering that I already wanted to fly at her throat." [i]He let out a snort, eyes moving to look down into his waifu's, the look of disliking and disdain quickly softening. Rem reached up, giving the woman a pat on the head, simply because she was so very tiny. The knight chuckled, the sound faintly muffled, much like his words had been before.[/i]
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[i]Octavia didn't respond to Remy's murmurs about the Blackstone Warden, in some amount of fear that he would actually go after Eliza. She wasn't worried about him taking her on, and hell - she'd help fight Eliza. What Octavia was truly worried about was the Blackstone Legion blaming her and Olythran for the Warden's failure, or even death; and if that hunted down the three..[/i] [i]No. She had to remain calm.[/i] [i]At any rate, she did respond to her senpai patting her head, whereas she slightly laughed and tried to push his hand away in a joking manner. Then again, it wasn't too joking: being patted on the head with metal isn't exactly comfortable.[/i] "So Remy.. Whatcha want to do now? We could train. Or chat about our adventures recently, either."
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[i]Remy was gentle and soft with the patting, but, yeah, metal would be uncomfortable. So, when Octavia pushed his hand away, he moved it back to his side, the hand clenching and then relaxing once more, the metal on his knuckles popping, while the leather crunched, yet his hand remaining there. Anyway, rather than answer with words, he moved a good five steps back, each one massive, as would be fitting of his size, with his lengthy legs. His left hand now moved to its brother, joining it on the soft leather-wrapped cruciform of his greatsword, right below the right hand.[/i] "I think training for a little bit wouldn't hurt. Get this.. frustration that she-- [i]He paused for just a split second, his helmeted head gesturing to where Eliza had walked off to.[/i] "--caused to build up out, you know? Plus, I don't think we've ever actually sparred.."
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"We haven't," [i]Octavia muttered, as she clasped her caged helmet, her fingers holding its steel design to her chest before she placed it upon her head, securing her skull from potential damage - well, some damage, since Remy could probably still cleave her in half if he tried. Once she had placed the piece of armor back on, she drew her weaponry:[/i] [i]Octavia's weapons were split between a shortsword, almost like a broadsword in design, and a dagger. The first of the two was about twenty-two inches long in total, and sharpened to an edged point fitting for Octavia. She twirled the sword calmly, as she assumed a combative position where she raised her dagger above her head, gripping it with her left hand as she held her sword to her right, crouching so that she could strafe quickly to the side in the case of dodges. The dagger was sharpened, its own edges razor-sharp and perfected for stabbing and slashes, while being about ten inches long in total.[/i] "Ready whenever you are, Warden." [i]Octavia crossed the two blades together and bowed slightly to Remy, signifying her preparation for combat.[/i]
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[i]I don't remember if I described Remy's main weapon, so I'm going to do it now. Held in both of his hands was the leather-wrapped cruciform of his greatsword, the leather crunching slightly as he tightened his grip. The steel blade - which shone faintly in the sunlight that coated the area the two were in - was a good 5.9 feet long, or 70.9 inches, right below six feet. Further, the sword was decently interesting, the cross-guard alone being an eye-catcher, made out of steel and about half an inch thick, shaped like two dragon heads. In the blade itself, several words were inscribed, one being the most notable. Nam sanctus dominus, in Latin. For the Holy Lord. Anyhow, the knight nodded rather than bowing, his hands moving the sword so that one edge of the blade was resting against his left shoulder. He stepped forward at the same time, and in one fluent, hard motion, he swung swung downwards, diagonally -- yet it wasn't overly fast or hard, since he wasn't throwing all his strength behind it, nor his weight. He didn't want to accidentally kill his waifu.[/i]
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[i]Instead of blocking or dodging Remy's first attack, Octavia immediately strafed towards his left side, raising her two weapons as the greatsword's blade came down upon her head, before abruptly stopping as it's blade met Octavia's hilts, as her body almost slid underneath the stopped sword, accompanied by the two weapons. Basically, she pulled a For Honor deflect.[/i] [i]Octavia immediately thrusted forwards with her dagger, but stopped as the dagger was an inch away from where Remy's rips would be. Mostly because it would be a killing move in most circumstances, and because he was wearing armor too: it would crumple her dagger, and she didn't want to harm her friend at all. The Peacekeeper looked up at the Warden, ready to try and block if he retaliated.[/i]
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[i]Remy was pleasantly surprised when Octavia completely blocked his attack, a soft grunt of approval coming from the metal helmet the giant knight was wearing, shortly after his blade was stopped, and his friend had immediately gone in for the counter stab.. but he did retaliate, of course. Wouldn't be much training otherwise, oh no, he was going to continue for a little while longer. Maybe Olythran would pop up eventually. While his blade was still suspended by Octavia's sword, or that's what I'm assuming, Remy went in for a quick jab with his left knee, his weight just barely noticeably shifting to his right foot, left leg moving an instant later. He brought his armoured knee up to Octavia's abdomen, immediately throwing some of his weight behind him, to hopefully at least get her off him and a few steps away. He did knee rather hard, after all.[/i]
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[i]Remy's knee was truly, quite successful - since Y'know, he was taller and stronger than Octavia was, and was wearing a suit of armor to pack even more of a punch. As such?[/i] [i]The knee sent Octavia back, the breath being knocked out of her - not from pain, which she could handle, but instead surprise. The Peacekeeper recovered quite quickly, stopping herself by placing her right foot behind her flailing body, which allowed her to push herself forwards and stabilize herself immediately. She nodded towards Remy, enjoying the fact that he could react quickly to her movements. That was one of Olythran's issues in training - he was much too slow.[/i] [i]For the moment, Octavia had taken to circling around Remy's figure, her body in a somewhat crouching position - not sure if I mentioned this or not, but it was so she could strafe around quickly. Deflections wouldn't work well against Remy; he could counter them too well.[/i] [i]She'd have to find another way to defeat him.[/i]
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[i]Rem Rem didn't nod back to Octavia, his helmeted face blank and empty, as he focused on the training. All of his attention was on it, even if it was a mere spar.. though, that wasn't a reason to fight any worse, whether it was serious, or not. He quickly got back into position, his left foot forward, right foot back, as he kept his eyes on the much shorter woman, circling with her, so that he was facing her at all times. His armour very lightly clanked with every step he took, the metal tapping against each other, boots making soft.. noises that I can't find a word for. His sword was held close to his body, the tip pointing over his right shoulder, and at the sky. Then, Remy attacked, going in with surprising speed. He took several steps forwards, just to give his sword some momentum, the blade already cutting through the air. It was a diagonal-ish attack, the sword swinging in mostly horizontally, as it came in from the right, aimed for Octavia's middle.[/i]
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[i]Octavia didn't have time to formulate a plan of defending herself entirely, but she had a decent idea - as beforehand, she strafed towards Remy, but didn't deflect the incoming blade, as that had taken too much effort and wouldn't worked as well as beforehand. She instead raised both of her weapons, as Remy's sword crashed upon the weapon's guards. Or...whatever that little space is between the guard and the blade. I don't know..[/i] [i]Anyway, she positioned her sword-and-dagger to where Remy's blade ended up being somewhat blocked by them, although the tip of the edge nearly came down upon Octavia. Remy's strength also played a factor, as it nearly knocked her back - still, she suddenly pushed him back and delivered a swift kick to his left foot, hoping to sweep him off his feet. [/i]
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[i]Sparks flew up from all three blades, while a deafening clang rang through the courtyard, almost perfectly in sync. Remy didn't quite have time to react, as Octavia retaliated, and.. that what she wanted to happen, was exactly what happened, the giant being downed with a groan. He hit the stone pavement of the ground with a gasp, as the air was forcefully removed from his lungs, but he wasn't out yet. The knight's hands were still wrapped around his greatsword's cruciform, though his left hand let it go, as he rolled away from Octavia, only an instant after he fell down onto the ground. Now, he was on his front, quickly getting back up to his feet. His left hand grasped the blade of his sword, half-swording it. Then, he poked at Octavia, aiming for her center of mass.[/i]
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[i]Octavia's only way to even react to the incoming poke was to attempt to knock it off its course, except that she was considerably too weak to really do so - it didn't help that she was already tired out, because deflecting, parrying, and tripping fatasses like Remy - er, heavily armored knights like Remy - takes an awful lot of effort.[/i] [i]In response to the poke though, she did attempt to halt its progress by slashing, her own sword clashing feebly against the longsword and, if went well, would've pushed it aside. Octavia got the message that Remy would've wanted a chance to recover, so she backed off, tiresome breaths escaping her mouth as if she was already exhausted.[/i]
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[i]Meanwhile, the fatty Remy was just fine, his breathing slow and controlled, even if his heart was beating at a decently high rate, right in his chest. He had plenty of stamina, of endurance, of energy to continues training for a long while -- something that just sort of.. came, with him being a knight and all. Anyhow.. The sword did go off its course, though not because Octavia hit it, since a weak slash wouldn't do much, considering that Remy was a big and scary knight, while also half-swording his blade.. no, he moved it on its own, the tip of the weapon soon driving into the dirt, as Rem leaned on it.[/i] "I think we should probably stop," [i]He spoke, mild concern in his voice as he looked Octavia over, hearing her heavy-ish breathing.[/i] "You sound exhausted, look exhausted. You did good, though. You did very good."
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[i]A few more puffs of exhaustion escaped the Peacekeeper'a mouth before she eventually straightened her figure, looking up at the air before turning her head to stare upon Remy. She sheathed her sword-and-dagger combination, the separate blades sliding into their holsters as she only nodded towards the Warden, before speaking in a tired, yet happier tone.[/i] "Y-Yeah, I suppose... Happy to see that you could counter, truly. It's truly impressive - seeing a warrior be capable of such versatility.. So, ah...what now, Rem...?" [i]Octavia then removed her helmet, allowing her long light brown hair to rush down to her shoulders, as she reached up to brush a piece out of her lime green eyes. Sweat ran down the side of her face, as she faintly smiled at Remy in a genuine manner.[/i]
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[i]In the meantime, Remy just kept his longsword as and where it was, the tip slightly pushed into the dirt of the courtyard, since he didn't have a sheath -- not for this particular weapon, anyway, while his short sword did have one. His right arm was wrapped around the cruciform, elbow hooked around it as he leaned on the sword.[/i] "I don't know," [i]He spoke in response, his own voice happier than before, yet not tired in the slightest.[/i] "I wasn't even planning on ruining into you, to be entirely truthful -- though I'm not complaining.. as for my versatility, thank you." [i]Rem grinned beneath his helmet -- something he'd soon take off, as his left hand reached for it, soon slipping it off his head.. first time Octavia would see Remy's face, in fact. The very first time. Because you never replied the first time. Goddammit. Anyhow, for his actual appearance.. He was rugged, in a very handsome way. His hair - which was a midnight black in colour - was somewhat unkempt and a little long, but what else would you expect? Anyhow, further, he had a well-kept beard, covering his jawline and around his lips, like a lumberjack's, but shorter. That all being said, his face wasn't completely perfect, as he had a gigantic scar, reaching from between his left eye - which was a chestnut brown in colour - and the very top of his nose, all the way down to the right side of his lips, crossing his face. He also had two cross claymores tattooed on his left cheek, in black ink.[/i]
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[i]Octavia didn't respond to Remy firsthand, as she retreated to sitting upon a wooden bench next to the concrete wall, before she actually did catch a glimpse of Remy's facial appearance. In her opinion, he was...quite handsome, really. He still seemed to be the warrior type with the jagged scar and tattoo, but handsome nonetheless. [/i] "First time I've seen your face," [i]The Peacekeeper noted, smirking a little to herself and clutching her helmet with both hands now. She wouldn't tell Remy how she thought he looked, but...hey, she would if he asked.[/i]
