Navian
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First Challenger: Sarena Sakura
From her visored helmet to her boots, Sarena was lightly armoured from head to toe, with nothing exposed, and shin protectors on top of that. It seemed that after Zoia's previous fights, she'd made fairly sure that the Vekimen's teeth, claws, and caustic spittle wouldn't give her the same advantages.
Aside from her 'armour', she'd also chosen appropriate arms to defend herself with, a rectangular plastic riot shield, and a metal stun baton... though she did have to promise not to use its siren and flashlight functions to give herself an unfair advantage, which she'd accepted with a recalcitrant sigh.
On her back was the katana her mother had given her before parting. It wasn't likely to help much in this fight, but perhaps it could give moral support. Sarena didn't know much about ancestral spirits, nor did she have any idea who she was related to other than her mother, but it was still a comfort.
Sarena was surprised the crowd was cheering as she went out onto the field, and hoped she'd have a chance to order some of the allegedly superlative kebabs provided by the Iromakuanhe, after the fight. That just meant she had to avoid getting sent to the medical bay. Winning wouldn't be so easy.
Zoia was a terror, as always, and unlike Sarena, William was serious about the weapons he studied. Sarena just used whatever was handy, that was the Nepleslian way, after all. Or at least that's what she'd been taught. William was also Nepleslian, but she couldn't imagine him using a table or bottle to fight with any more than she could picture that from the Empress, or Rei.
Like on the previous day, she'd been training for a few hours, mostly in how to stay behind her shield, move her feet, and swing her weapon around it. She felt ready to block, but not kill. Maybe terror would fill in the gaps in her education. She looked between her opponents, nervously.
From her visored helmet to her boots, Sarena was lightly armoured from head to toe, with nothing exposed, and shin protectors on top of that. It seemed that after Zoia's previous fights, she'd made fairly sure that the Vekimen's teeth, claws, and caustic spittle wouldn't give her the same advantages.
Aside from her 'armour', she'd also chosen appropriate arms to defend herself with, a rectangular plastic riot shield, and a metal stun baton... though she did have to promise not to use its siren and flashlight functions to give herself an unfair advantage, which she'd accepted with a recalcitrant sigh.
On her back was the katana her mother had given her before parting. It wasn't likely to help much in this fight, but perhaps it could give moral support. Sarena didn't know much about ancestral spirits, nor did she have any idea who she was related to other than her mother, but it was still a comfort.
Sarena was surprised the crowd was cheering as she went out onto the field, and hoped she'd have a chance to order some of the allegedly superlative kebabs provided by the Iromakuanhe, after the fight. That just meant she had to avoid getting sent to the medical bay. Winning wouldn't be so easy.
Zoia was a terror, as always, and unlike Sarena, William was serious about the weapons he studied. Sarena just used whatever was handy, that was the Nepleslian way, after all. Or at least that's what she'd been taught. William was also Nepleslian, but she couldn't imagine him using a table or bottle to fight with any more than she could picture that from the Empress, or Rei.
Like on the previous day, she'd been training for a few hours, mostly in how to stay behind her shield, move her feet, and swing her weapon around it. She felt ready to block, but not kill. Maybe terror would fill in the gaps in her education. She looked between her opponents, nervously.