Ventus Vs Vil'Jas

Ventus Zeruel silently payed respects to her before swinging down his sword to his side in a casual stance. As the thunder struck, Ventus launched forward… the sand behind him splashing up suddenly. As he neared her, his foot slammed down in attempts to quickly shift his momentum; making it hard to read him as he quickly arced the sword in towards her hip. The blade singing through the air.

You roll a 943.
Vil'jas Silverrage rolls a 166.

 Vil'jas Silverrage flinches softly as she seems to be not that fond of thunder the distraction just enough for her to get slashed across the hip. She rolls through the sand in quick succession aiming to slice her daggers over the back of his tights, hoping to take out his speed and mobilety.

Random! Vil'jas Silverrage rolls a 720.
Random! You roll a 234.

Ventus Zeruel seemed to not anticipate her quick retaliation, stumbling forward as the blades sung and tore through his legs, blood dripping visibly against the sands. “Hm…” The air around him suddenly sucked in and swirled around his blade, turning to send a massive passive blast of razor winds in her direction as he sent the blade whizzing towards her legs, aiming to send her flying if possible…and gain distance.

You roll a 818.
Vil'jas Silverrage rolls a 398.

 Vil'jas Silverrage crosses her blades to block or parry as many of the cuts as she can , yet due to her light weight she is just pushed into the distance. Her clothing showing a small amount of cuts which quickly turn red. While flying backwards she grabs to her right to toss three throwing knifes towards Ventus his sword arms shoulder.

Random! Vil'jas Silverrage rolls a 135.
Random! You roll a 303.

Ventus Zeruel || As the blades swirled through the droplets of water In the air, Ventus watched calmly as he anticipated their path… holding a hand up to blast them off direction with a focused amount of conjury, causing them to veer of path and thrust into the sand beside him. Thunder struck once more, as he slowly paced forward. Once he got within closing distance, he launched forth and suddenly burst into the air, aiming to come down with a forward windmill kick to the top of her skull, imbued with the force of his immense aether.

You roll a 584.
Vil'jas Silverrage rolls a 316.

Vil'jas Silverrage blinks and tries to block the incoming kick. Yet it easily breaks through her defense, hitting her right on the heads center. No way can her small body fight back against that force as her head gets bashed face first into the sand. Knocking her out fully.

Ventus Zeruel knelt down and pat her o nthe head. "Well fought" Ys'nir Jakkara: "Jas!... fucks sake Ventus!" Ys'nir Jakkara pulls back her left hand channeling her chakra into it. Verdant Field: "At's gonna sting." Ventus Zeruel: "I made sure not to use enough force to make the same mistake I did last time. She will be fine."