Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future

[xxxxkill]

"Let's go," I say as I swing the sword at xxxx.

I leaned lazily back, easily countering with a series of slashes.

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[Gojira]

I flip backwards and duplicate xxxx's patterns, only with double speed.
"Woah, I didn't know I was that good with a sword!"

[xxxxkill]

I flip backwards and duplicate xxxx's patterns, only with double speed.
"Woah, I didn't know I was that good with a sword!"

I still manage to block every hit. I wasn't even breaking a sweat. I bring my blade up at a ferocious speed, then twist with a sweep to the legs.

[Gojira]

I leap the blade and flip, swinging the sword over my head.

[xxxxkill]

I leap the blade and flip, swinging the sword over my head.

A mere flick causes the blade to go off course. I counter with a feint, twisting into yet another strike, and using my second blade to slash at his legs.

[Gojira]

"I need some more practice," I say as I jump the blade.

[xxxxkill]

I said nothing. I slashed with both blades, bringing one up, one down. He parried. I dove into a combo and my swords moved almost impossibly fast. Multiple stabs and swings seemed to occur in the same time.

[Gojira]

"Oh, God," I say as I hopelessly attempt to dodge and block the flurry of blades. I feel one jab me in the stomach, then in the leg. I counter with near impossible speed, swinging my blade as fast as I physically could.

[xxxxkill]

I landed one, two, five hits. He was good. With some practice he could rival me. I finished with several slashed and near inhuman speeds. The fight ended with Lig'tehn on his neck. "I win. You're not bad. First time?"

Lig'tehn = Light. It's my white blade. The black one is Cha'roas. Chaos.

[Gojira]

"I did chambara with my brother before the apocalypse. He died, unfortunately."

[xxxxkill]

"I'm sorry for your loss." I said sincerely. "The sword you hold looks unweildy. Does it feel balanced to you?"

[Gojira]

"Not really, it could be a little more balanced. But if I'm able to swordfight like that with an unbalanced blade, just think of what I could do with a balanced blade. And don't worry, he died in the apocalypse."

[xxxxkill]

I nodded. "Hand me the blade for a moment."

[Gojira]

"Here you go," I say as I hand him the blade.

[xxxxkill]

I flip it around, trying to find the unbalance. When I found it, I said, "Agret lisono flalos hyolito." There was a bright flash of light, and the blade I was holding was gone, or at least it looked like it. In my hand I held an intricately carved sword, with flowing patterns, and it was inlaid with gemstones. I felt more balanced, and lighter. "The name of it... T'rian. For time." I said. I looked at gojira. "This blade is yours, and only yours. It will only kill for you. It will only fight for you. You are it's master as much as it is your master. Never lose it. The moment you touch it, it shall become a part of you." I handed gojira the blade.