London Bridge is falling down (Bastille)

[Bastille]

Bastille would turn with a swift jerk letting him twirl her. However she had seen this and with so much “time” in her perceived reality to move to block it she did. She let him think he could pin her but she flung her other leg around to try and kick him moving her body so she would act like it was a flying kick to try and get a blow to his face. She would then land into a crouch ignoring the blades for a moment and going to go for a full throttle attack trying to push him back. She threw punches, kicks, flying kick, flip maneuvers and anything she could rightly do though only half assign her strength. She only needed him to move back in dodging, and this way she didn’t tire as easily.

[Gabriel Seran]

Now as she was at the ground Gabriel would have his chance to keep her down and out. He made his way to her about to grasp at Bastille’s wrists putting her fists out of commission when she returned with a spinning kick which slammed into his jaw, a burn of crimson pain jetted into his lips stumbling backwards as the onslaught of fists flung in his direction.

Gabriel caught a few in his chest causing him to weave backwards before he’d gotten mentally back into the fight. He brought up his guard and defended from them now his back now inches from the blades. Gabriel kept his guard around his face but ducked to the side low enough so that if necessary he would grab for one of the blades. Like the game of spoons the player without a sword would be left defenseless indeed at this close range.

[Bastille]

Oh no you don’t. Her fingers would try and clasp around his ankle to give him a hard thrust back and away from the blades. If it worked she would than go to try and drop kick his head before rolling back for the blades herself. If luck was no on her side, she would dash for the blades first twisting and flicking her blade loose from his then backing up with a double back flip and landing a few yards away.


While her chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. This was tiring her out. Complex moves where needed to get anything into this guy and she was using to much energy. She closed her eyes only for a split second then she stood up tall and flicked her sword to the side ready for anything he might bring. She would let him come to her, her own blade ready to defend her ground. It was his turn to have an onslaught…as it was in basic fencing, though less complex moves where usually used in such a tease.

[Gabriel Seran]

Bastille came down under him at a lower level than he could manage and grasped a lock with his ankle and attempted to pull him away from the blades, he did indeed stumble over but not without snatching up one of the blades at the very least. By the time Gabriel’d gotten to his feet she was at the other end of the room in a defensive position breathing heavily, his was not quite there yet. His breathing was all under his control with the slight moments it would wheeze ever so often out of pace.

Two feet forward locking eyes with malcontent. He was searching where to strike all too obvious the lower quarters of her body. His strike aimed low following his eyes, though at the last moment they moved up inching on toward her shoulder as his eyes relocked upon hers. With each strike he aimed to push her back once more as they’d started.

[Bastille]

She would block the lower attacks with ease however as he moved into higher attacks to keep her moving she would miss a couple and take one jab to the shoulder. It wasn’t a killing blow, nor one that left her crippled out of the fight. She was quick enough to keep up only because her ability to see his moves helped her to stay afoot. She was pleased however at how well she stood her ground not moving back more then a step in the entire onslaught and only challenging him. She would take one offensive stab the whole time, otherwise ignoring the jab.

((ooc: sorry...it might not make sence, typed quickly))

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel took a grand offensive jab to the shoulder one that would normally pierce his heart. And in the same opening he moved and stabbed for Bastilles with the given opening. After the conclusion he ended with a smile backing down a few steps away giving her the room for a breather. Gabriel brought the blade up into a swift salute.

“A pleasure dueling with you once again, it seems as if we’re still the same level…” He said with a taunting grin, “Next time I will be sure to beat you.”

He was teasing of course, it was anyone’s game and who knows what the future would hold for either of them. Gabriel moved aside to set his rapier down and peel away the layers of protective coverings only to find the bruised piece of flesh on his chest.

[Bastille]

Bastille watched him a long moment her eyes glaring daggers. However when he started peeling layers she sighed and put her sword hand on her hip the sword hanging to her side. The other hand ran through her hair and she smirked aloofly.

“well I wouldn’t say equal, what I worked on and what you worked on are separate things…I wasn’t kidding when I said the only thing keeping me alive in this fight was my ability to predict your movements, otherwise I would have been done for…good job Gabriel.”

Did she just comment him? Yes, yes she did. She was incapable of it, but compliments where given where and when due. She smirked and sat down on a railing still watching him before finally turning back to the crowd. Oh, right all these people where watching. She shrugged her shoulders and turned towards Homi. Homi pointed at her skirt and cleared her throat. Bastille looked at it, and noticed the hem was ripped up to the waist line. Bastille shrugged it off and found her sheath and began to walk out the door. Homi following suit shaking her head and trying to cover it with her own body.