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Medieval World!

Medieval World was one of the largest year-round renaissance faires in the multiverse.

Minstrels and bards wandered the streets, vendors sold ridiculously overpriced period clothing, jewelry, weapons, and turkey legs as big as a human's head, and the royal court mingled with the commoners. There were events everywhere: falconers, magicians, belly dancing, hypnotists, weapons competitions including swords, axes, maces, and bows, camel rides, Washing Well Wenches, fake jousting on wooden 'horses' suspended on ropes, and real jousting.

As was typical of these sorts of events, anachronicity was everywhere, as were patrons in all sorts of fantasy costumes.

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[OOC: Add things if you want, and go for it!

Also, if anyone wants to win a flower for their lady from the Wenches, contact Shae for NPCing. >:3]

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"I had considered it, but I have found that fighting for show to be generally distasteful, aside from the Feast of Blades, and that is a private ceremony between Astartes."

He considers, "Besides, my size and genehancements would give me an advantage which could be considered unfair, or even dishonorable."

"I can understand that," Aqua agreed. "But it might be a chance to test your own skills against a different kind of opponent. If you'd like, I could be your opponent? I've fought against enemies stronger and bigger than me before."

"It will be a feat worthy of inscribing on a monument if you can best a Son of Dorn in single combat." He considers her for a moment, helm making short little turns to the left and right as if sizing her up.

"Very well. I am Erhart Ritter of the Eternal Crusade. And I shall be your opponent." He looks around for a practice blade, his own weapon, the Black Sword, peacebound, and utterly useless for non-fatal fighting, it being relic weapon built only for the longest war mankind has ever known.

For this match, Aqua looked for a slightly heavier blade. One with an almost leaf-shaped blade (http://www.windlass.com/p-263-sword-of-troy.aspx) had a nice hardwood and bronze hilt that indicated it was probably a little hardier than some of the others of its size.

Erhart takes a hand and a half blade with a cruciform guard, and takes a high stance, saluting her with an elaborate flourish of the blade.

"I just realized something... this is the one place someone can actually have a go at another crewer without the ship being a problem."

Aqua paused for a moment before admitting, "You're right. But I think they probably have some kind of security to make sure things don't get too out of hand."

Bowing before him, she asked, "Are you ready?"

"I am always fit for war." He waits for her, his armor's low hum, and the occasional sound of respiration the only indication he's even alive, locked in a defensive stance.

Aqua went into a high attack, leaping to strike over his head. It wasn't so much an attack to try to hurt him as much as it was to gauge his strength.

Erhart's parry is nigh-flawless, reacting with the speed of transhuman biology, his muscles possessing enough strength to dent a tank's armor even without the assistance of his powered armor. He nods once, stepping back, and readdresses, having recognized her swing as a test.

"Now you understand, I think."

"Very much," Aqua replied.

It was like striking a stone--no, that comparison wasn't quite accurate. She'd so rarely come against anything that unyielding. It was entirely possible she'd have to put magic behind her attacks just to stand a chance.

She aimed much lower this time, trying to make an upwards slash.

He replies, sweeping his sword down in a clearing parry, trying to open her up for a follow-up blow a moment later, using a great deal of his strength to try to jar her arms out of alignment. He hasn't begun footwork, yet, just defending with his upper body, trying to get a feel for Aqua.

"My Name is Erhart Ritter. Knight of the Eternal Crusade."

The attack forced her blade down, and she quickly leapt and spun, her blade lashing out at least three times to try to counterattack. Another attack would be coming, and she wanted to be sure that she could defend on all sides.

"I'm Aqua, Master of the Keyblade order." Or what was left of it, being just her now.

The 3 blows, one after another, causes him to actually take a step back as he forms a wall of steel with his two-handed blade, moving it with no flourish or wasted movement to keep her blade from biting into him, sparks striking from them both time and time again. He will try to lock blades on the last parry, hooking the blades together and attempting to bear her over onto the ground with a hilt lock and push combination.

"Ah. I am the Emperor's Champion." The last one, just like her. His voice is a deep basso growl, somewhat scrubbed by his augmitters.

It was hard trying to fight off the tremendous force that was pushing her toward the ground, and she had to fight the urge to throw up a shield like she would in a normal battle. Instead, she put her strength into charging back, trying to use her own force against him.

"That sounds like a great honor," she said.

When he feels her resistance, Erhart suddenly lets the blades slacken against one another, his footwork carrying him away and to her left, trying to let her exerted effort push her forward and by him so he can strike her from the flank.

"It was an honor, yes, and a duty. I challenged the leadership of our foes, and engaged them in duels while our armies engaged one another."

The attack was a good one, and Aqua felt a sharp pain in her back from the strike. No doubt about it--she was going to have to heal after this match.

It was clear that he had the advantage when it came to strength, but if she could at least try to pick up her speed, she might stand a better chance. She made three attacks toward his head followed by three alternating at his sides.

"I was on the front lines," she said. "Right after I'd passed my Mark of Mastery exam, my Master sent me to investigate a new enemy that had appeared and to find a fellow Master who had disappeared. It turned out he was behind the new enemy, and I had to fight him and his apprentice."

"Betrayed by your own. How unfortunate." He stops the first two blows with ease, the last head-strike he is unsuccessful at parrying, slipping through and clanging resoundingly against his helm. He is momentarily given pause, and the first of the alternating side-slices also bites home, tearing into his tabard, before his defenses return and the remaining two are blocked, and he steps in, trying to muscle her back with a heavy, sweeping overhand blow that he clearly intends to have her either block, and then be smashed down by, or to put her to flight. He wants to clear the area a bit so his longer arms can wreak havoc properly.

Just the force of his blocks was enough to shake Aqua, and she struggled to stay on her feet. But his counterattack did send her flying, and she had to flip in midair to recover, landing in a low position with her sword in a defensive position over her head.

He gives her a moment's respite, curious to see what she'll do next. "And how did you find yourself here, on this strange ship?"

Keeping low, she charged, sweeping her sword in front of her in three furious slashes. She was trying to get underneath his defenses, while trying to keep from making her body too much of a target.

"I was trapped in a world of darkness after my last battle," she explained. "Then all of a sudden, I woke up on the ship."

Another wall of steel, clashing blade against blade as he retreats, ceding offense to get a better feel for this warrior, her strength of arm, and her determination.

"Did you win? Your final battle, that is."

Encouraged, Aqua continued the low attacks, but once she thought he was beginning to get used to the pattern, she began attacking to his sides.

"I failed," she admitted. "He was able to take over my friend's body. I did all I could to save him, but I don't know if it was enough."

"I see." He grunts, several of the side slashes getting through, marking his armor and exposing it to gunmetal grey, instead of the matte black it had initially been painted.

And then... all at once, he counters, stepping forward and taking the offensive, feigning a high-line series of thrusts, then sweeping in a long backhanded blow intended to force Aqua to parry, and then twist the blade out of her grasp.

"Was it a loss in battle, or because of Sorcery?"

Aqua struggled to keep up with his attacks, but his last one caused her to lose her sword. Without hesitation, she bowed before him in respect.

"A bit of both, to be honest," she admitted. "He wore him down with dark magic, and when he was at his weakest, overtook him during battle. I couldn't even try to reach him through magic without facing him in combat first."

"Trust not in sorcery. It leads only to corruption, in the end. Your strength of will is your first resort, and then, the strength of your arm must be perfected."

He returns the bow, after a moment, obviously a bit unsettled by the mention of magic.

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