sherl duel

(8:31:06 AM) ID_Call: The blonde, skinny man with far too many knives has matched up against Sherl... and as they prepare to fight, the area around them seems to expand--into a massive field, perfect for battle--blocky shapes rise up, walls and ceilings, mimicing many places--maybe a forest, maybe a city--and they seem to shrink away from everyone else...
(8:31:33 AM) ***Sherl looks around in wonder; The Academy's tech and the way they use it is really something!
(8:34:12 AM) ID_Call: The blonde glances around himself, looking... unimpressed. "Neat."
(8:37:45 AM) Sherl: She focuses her attention on her opponent. "Well, whenever you're ready!" she says brightly, seeming not to take any sort of stance, hands clasped behind her back. "Please go easy on me!"
(8:39:05 AM) ID_Call: He quirks his head to the side for a moment. "... That defeats the fucking purpose!" He says with a chilly laugh--flinging a swarm of knives at Sherl... rather accurate ones--in fact, they twist and curve in mid-air, making them hard to dodge as they home in on the foxgirl!
(8:41:09 AM) Sherl: Her eyes widen, and she tries to leap out of the way, arms crossed in front of her body to protect herself. She can't get out of *all* of the paths, though, and more than a few sink into her clothes and the flesh beneath.
(8:42:07 AM) ID_Call: He snorts. "Well, some of them missed. I'll have to do better next go-around."
(8:49:36 AM) ID_Call: And next go-around comes early; he starts flinging more and more and more knives, his arms turning into blurs as the air between the two fills with smart metal...
(8:54:32 AM) Sherl: He's lost sight of her face, but that's hardly important. This time the majority of knives wind up missing their mark, though she catches one in her hand, and he can definitely see that the effort has some effect on her, but not even a single drop of blood falls.
(9:06:54 AM) Sherl: "Well, if you can't play nice in a situation like this, I suppose I'll just have to punish you!" She finally shows her eyes, still smiling...but there's an intense pressure behind her, a choking feeling...a true killing intent, focused entirely on her opponent. She suddenly explodes into action, having dodged closer to him such that he's within her reach now, long and narrow stiletto knives in each hand.
(9:06:54 AM) Sherl: Where they'd come from is anyone's guess...and less of a concern as flames burst into life around each.
(9:24:45 AM) ID_Call: His eyes behind his sunglasses go wide--wow, they're teh same shade as his hair--as his arms get scorched and his cheek gets cut, forcing him back. "So you *are* feisty!" He laughs a bit again, though it's slighlty forced. "Not bad... not bad at all!"
(9:27:22 AM) ID_Call: As he says it, wisps of light start to flow off of his scorched arms, and they start moving slightly out of sync with... themselves? It's like htey're leaving odd afterimages of glowing, crackling golden power behind them--and under the scorched arms, Sherl can see inorganic parts, metal and wire and plastics...
(9:46:33 AM) Sherl: She hurls one of her knives, and it sticks precisely in one of his arm joints, disrupting the sinuous motions that are generating the weird lighting. Somehow a replacement has already found its way into her hand, and she flings into motion in a whirling and slashing and stabbing maelstrom.
(9:58:12 AM) Sherl: He can't keep up with her, and she takes full advantage, rushing around and over and under and at one point maybe even through...? But that's impossible...
(9:58:12 AM) Sherl: And as soon as she comes to standing relatively still again, he discovers his movements are...rather severely limited, given as he has one of those stilettos jammed into every one of his major joints.
(9:58:12 AM) Sherl: Sherl's killing intent hasn't lessened, though, even as she maintains her smile.
(10:00:02 AM) ID_Call: "Oh what the fuck" He manages to get out, eyes wide--as a series of fireworks goes off over the two, snapping back into reality in the dojo, with a giant holographic image of Sherl's face over the pair, declaring her the winner.
(10:04:04 AM) Sherl: The killing intent disappears instantly, and she looks up to see the hologram, gasping and clapping her hands in glee. "Yay!"