Kiyabu Hisao

Even knowing that he was still under the effects of his opponent's debilitating skills, which slowly drained his Health Bar with each passing second, Kiyabu stood unwavering. His conviction burned bright despite the looming specter of defeat. He was determined to deliver at least one more strike, even if it would be his last before succumbing to unconsciousness in this arena of eldritch horror. His gaze, steady and unwavering, tilted down towards Vigilon, who remained ensnared by the effects of the stun, an opponent frozen in a moment of vulnerability.

“Hopefully, we won't have any hard feelings once this is all over.” Kiyabu murmured, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity. There was a slight smile on his lips, a gesture of camaraderie and respect for an opponent who had pushed him to his limits. He knew that battles like these, intense and consuming, often forged bonds of mutual respect among combatants.

With a swift and decisive motion, Kiyabu delivered a horizontal slash across Vigilon's chest. The blade cut through the air with precision, a testament to Kiyabu's skill and determination. It was a strike imbued with the last reserves of his strength, a final act of defiance against the encroaching darkness.

But even as the blow landed, Kiyabu was assailed by a searing hot pain that coursed through his body, each pulse a fiery reminder of his dwindling vitality. This was compounded by the guttural ache of the poisonous Blight, an insidious force that eroded him from the inside out. “Argh!” He cried out, the sound a mix of pain and defiance.

Trying to resist the overwhelming tide of agony, Kiyabu felt his consciousness begin to waver. The world around him blurred at the edges, the colors and sounds of the arena blending into a cacophony of sensation. Yet, even as his vision dimmed and his senses dulled, Kiyabu's indomitable will refused to yield.

His determination and strong fighting spirit kept his body upright, a miraculous feat of sheer resolve. Even as the shadows of unconsciousness closed in, Kiyabu remained in that same combat pose, a warrior frozen in a moment of defiance. His stance, unwavering and proud, was a testament to his spirit, a silent declaration that he would not fall easily.

In that moment, Kiyabu became more than a participant in the duel; he became a symbol of unyielding resolve, a beacon of courage in the face of insurmountable odds. His figure, standing tall amidst the chaos, was a reminder that true strength lies not just in victory, but in the courage to face defeat with dignity and pride. Even as the darkness claimed him, Kiyabu's spirit shone brightly, a testament to the warrior's heart within him.

WC: 449

Madness Roll: ID243675: CD 12 (1/3) (Resisted)

Main Action: ST-I vs. Vigilon 

Swift Action: Focus [+1 Acc/ -2 EN]

Roll ID: 243674 BD9 + 4 - 2 = 7 Hit!

6 x 8 = 48 - 30 = 18 DMG to Vigilon 

Vigilon | HP: 122/200 (-18) | EN: 28/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3 | (Stun Immunity 1/3)

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 0/200 | EN: 4/43 (-8) | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 | ACC:3 (+1) | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 | {Burn: 14 0/2} | {Blight: 8 0/2}

With the sixth week of this tournament over, Kiyabu found a notice about a get-together for the participants, which definitely garnered his attention as he checked the necessary information to find its location. “So I'm looking for a place called the ‘White Rabbit’ on floor four, on a snowy mountain... It'll definitely be a good change of pace from the fiery volcano of my last match.” He murmured quietly to himself, Before looking through his inventory for anything comfortable to wear. As Kiyabu came across the perfect harmony of style for this adventure up a mountain, He felt a tinge of excitement build within him. 

His journey up the mountain was lengthy and arduous but filled with the kind of beauty that only a snow-laden landscape could provide. The terrain was a mesmerizing canvas of whites and blues, with the sun casting a shimmering glow on the untouched snow that blanketed the earth. As he trudged through the snow, his mind wandered to the various characters he might meet at the tavern—a melting pot of personalities, skills, and stories that had come together for this grand tournament.

Finally, the silhouette of the multi-story tavern came into view, its warmth and hospitality seemingly radiant through the icy air. Kiyabu was greeted by the intricate patterns of small rabbits adorning the heavy wooden door, each carving telling a story of its own. ‘I can see where the name for this place came from.’ He thought with a soft smile while stepping through the threshold, To be welcomed by a warm sensation. The interior of the tavern was a stark contrast to the snowy exterior, with a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner and patrons laughing heartily over mugs of steaming drinks. The ambiance was inviting, filled with the rich aroma of hearty stews and the sweet scent of mulled wine.

Kiyabu noticed the sign out front that said "Closed." But he had read that this place was holding a party for players taking part in the tournament. As he stepped further inside, He was enveloped by the lively atmosphere, with music playing softly in the background and the gentle hum of conversation filling the room. The tavern was a tapestry of warmth and camaraderie, a sanctuary from the chill of the mountain.

While explaining his arrival to the owner, a jovial man with a bushy beard and a twinkle in his eye, Kiyabu made sure to wipe any excess snow off his brown leather jacket, which had a comforting wool interior that kept him warm against the mountain's frigid temperatures. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black turtleneck sweater paired with dark grey trousers—an ensemble that combined both style and practicality for the evening ahead.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kiyabu noticed a couple of familiar faces among the bustling crowd. The tavern was alive with animated conversations and laughter, creating an inviting atmosphere that made it easy to lose oneself in its warmth. As his gaze swept across the room, he caught sight of Jomei, a fellow competitor he had met during the early rounds of the tournament. Jomei was a seasoned player known for his strategic mind and calm demeanor, traits that had earned him respect among the participants. Standing beside Jomei was a woman Kiyabu hadn't seen before, her presence striking and poised, as she engaged in an animated discussion with him.

Kiyabu felt a momentary pang of indecision as he debated whom to approach first. The room was filled with potential connections, but the sight of Jomei brought back memories of shared battles and mutual respect. Making up his mind, Kiyabu navigated through the crowd, weaving between groups of people engaged in lively exchanges. As he approached, he could hear snippets of their conversation, punctuated by bursts of laughter.

“Hey, sorry to intrude on your conversation.” Kiyabu interjected with a friendly smile, his voice carrying a note of genuine warmth. “It's nice to see you again, Jomei.” He held out his hand in greeting, a gesture that was as much a sign of camaraderie as it was of respect. “And who would this lovely lady be, You're girlfriend?” He inquired in a playful tease referring to Lessa.

WC: 701

Because Kiyabu had taken the ‘Sanity Tablet,’ his mind was shielded from the insidious influence of the Eldritch horrors lurking in the arena. This protective measure left him blissfully unaware of the bizarre tendrils that had ensnared his opponent, Vigilon, just moments before. Yet, in the chaos of battle, perceptions were skewed, and Vigilon, grappling with the phantoms of his own mind, misinterpreted Kiyabu's demeanor. To Vigilon, it seemed as though Kiyabu had no intention or concern for a fellow player's plight, a misjudgment born of desperation and fear.

Had Kiyabu seen the tendrils' malicious grasp, he might have attempted to assist Vigilon, to sever the spectral chains that held him. But in the shifting sands of combat, such opportunities were fleeting and easily missed.

While listening to the cryptic chant emanating from his opponent, Kiyabu watched as Vigilon eyed his weapon with an unsettling intensity. The chant was a murmur of madness, a prelude to the storm that was about to be unleashed. Suddenly, Vigilon broke into a sprint, closing the distance with alarming speed. Kiyabu instinctively attempted to back away, but found himself cornered, trapped in a situation he hadn’t anticipated.

The assault was relentless. Blow after blow rained down upon him, each strike a devastating reminder of the power Vigilon wielded. His health bar dwindled rapidly under the onslaught, the dual effects compounding the damage inflicted upon his avatar. “Argh~!!” Kiyabu groaned, the pain of the physical strikes mingling with the insidious aftereffects that gnawed at his resolve.

Once the barrage subsided, Vigilon's voice cut through the haze of pain and exertion. He warned that the status effects would continue to erode Kiyabu's health, threatening to knock him unconscious. Yet, there was a challenge laced in his words—a taunt inviting Kiyabu to try and defeat him before his strength waned completely. “Given how much I chip away at your health, I don't think I'll be able to defeat you in that short time…” Kiyabu admitted, acknowledging a gap in his skills that loomed large.

But just as despair threatened to take hold, an ominous feeling began to creep into Kiyabu's mind. “Aah.. I see, it is the power thy seek.. If thee can offer a sacrifice for such gift, would thy be willing to pay it?” The voice was dark and seductive, echoing in the recesses of his mind with a promise of forbidden power. Kiyabu clenched the side of his head, the voice’s booming presence leaving him shaken.

“No! If I want power, I'll gain it through effort, not some bargain from a forgotten creature of dark legends!” Kiyabu declared, his voice firm and resolute. He rejected the temptation, standing his metaphorical ground against the insidious whisper that sought to ensnare him. With determination coursing through his veins, he squeezed the handle of his dagger, focusing on the tangible reality of the weapon in his hand.

“Even if my odds are low of beating you, I will honestly try to meet those expectations!” Kiyabu vowed, his spirit unbroken. With renewed resolve, he launched a counterattack at Vigilon, his dagger emitting a faint purplish glow that only grew brighter with each stride. The light was a beacon of his will, a testament to his refusal to succumb to darkness.

As he charged, each step carried the weight of his conviction, the purplish glow a manifestation of his inner strength. The arena, a battleground of chaos and uncertainty, was now the stage for his defiance. Kiyabu was determined to fight not just for victory, but for the integrity of his spirit, a warrior unyielding in the face of overwhelming odds.

WC: 602

***

Madness Roll: ID243567: CD 2 (1/3)

Main Action: TECH-A vs. Vigilon 

Swift Action: Focus [+1 Acc, -2 EN]

ID243566: B4 + 4 = 8 - 2 = 6 Hit!

6 x 7 = 42 - 30 = 12 DMG to Vigilon

Vigilon | HP: 140/200 (-12) | EN: 28/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3  | [Stunned ] | (Stun Immunity 3/3)

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 12/200 (-22) | EN: 12/43 (-9) | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 | {Burn: 14 1/2} | {Blight: 8 1/2}

After fumbling his initial attempt to take the lead in this duel, Kiyabu quickly regained his composure, his eyes locking onto Hirru, who was now pointing the tip of their sword in his direction. The gesture was both a challenge and a declaration of intent, but what truly caught Kiyabu’s attention was the familiar glint of metal in Hirru’s grasp. “Hm?” he uttered, a sound of intrigue rather than surprise.

As he focused on the object, Kiyabu recognized it immediately—a set of coins strikingly similar, if not identical, to those wielded by Wulfrin during their match on Floor 5. The memory of that encounter brought a wry smile to his face. “I see.” Kiyabu mused aloud. “It seems you've bought those coins as well. They do pack a mean punch if you can guess correctly.” His voice carried a hearty chuckle, the sound rich with the recollection of his own game of chance with Wulfrin. It had been a match marked by unpredictability and excitement, where luck danced hand in hand with skill.

The sight of the coins introduced a new dynamic into their duel, one that promised to test not just their martial prowess but their strategic acumen as well. Kiyabu respected the ingenuity behind Hirru’s choice, recognizing the potential for both risk and reward. It was a gamble, one that could shift the balance of power with a single flip.

“Since you want to flip those coins, I'll be patient enough to wait until... all of them have been flipped.” Kiyabu declared, his decision underscored by a sense of honor. He understood the importance of strategy and was willing to hold off on attacking, allowing Hirru to test out their new approach. It was a gesture of respect between combatants, an acknowledgment of the tactical maneuvering that underpinned their duel.

His curiosity piqued, Kiyabu couldn’t resist inquiring further. “Out of curiosity, how many of those coins do you have?” He asked, his tone light and genuinely interested. The question was more than just idle chatter; it was a probe into the resources and strategies Hirru might deploy.

As he awaited Hirru’s response, Kiyabu remained alert, his senses attuned to the flow of the battle. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with the promise of action and the unknown outcomes the coins might bring. In this momentary lull, Kiyabu reflected on the nature of their contest, where skill and chance were woven into the fabric of their confrontation.

WC: 410

***

Main Action: None 

Hirru | HP: 400/400 | EN: 36/38 | DMG: 7 8(+1) | MIT: 42 | BH: 13 | REC: 2 | THRNS: 18 | Hvy Mtm: 1 | LD: 3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 400/400 | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 11 | MIT:38 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:2 | LD:1

Even though his actions might have seemed cowardly to an outside observer, Kiyabu was anything but. He faced a foe—Vigilon—who was grappling with some unseen, eldritch influence that threatened to overwhelm him. In contrast, Kiyabu's mind was clear, having momentarily shaken free from the ominous feeling that had sought to ensnare him. Around them, the arena's atmosphere was charged with tension, punctuated only by the rumbles of the ground and the watchful eyes of their single-digit audience. These spectators, perched from on high, were savoring the spectacle of two players battling not just each other, but also the sinister influence lurking in the arena.

Despite having taken a Sanity Tablet to stave off the madness, Kiyabu could sense the creeping tendrils of the arena's influence attempting to seep back into his consciousness. “Even though I took a tablet… I can faintly feel its influence trying to infect me once more.” He mumbled under his breath, a quiet acknowledgment of the persistent threat. His gaze flickered to Vigilon, who had re-equipped his weapon but had yet to launch a counterattack. The pause signaled a rare opportunity in their relentless duel.

“Seems like I have an opportunity to launch another assault on my opponent…” Kiyabu murmured, his voice filled with determination. Taking a more offensive stance, he focused his energy and intent, ready to seize the moment. “Focus on your target, nothing else matters.” The words of wisdom were a mantra, a mental anchor that cut through the chaos and uncertainty of the battlefield.

With resolve burning bright, Kiyabu dashed towards Vigilon, his dagger poised for action. Each step brought him closer, his movements a blend of speed and precision honed by countless battles. As he closed the gap, his dagger began to emit a soft purple hue, the telltale sign of a Sword Art being activated. The energy coursed through the weapon, infusing it with power and purpose.

Kiyabu planned to deliver a third strike, targeting another vital spot with the hope of tipping the balance further in his favor. The Sword Art imbued his strike with enhanced strength and accuracy, a formidable combination that could pierce through defenses and exploit vulnerabilities. In the heat of the moment, the world around him faded into the background, leaving only the clarity of his objective.

He moved with the fluid grace of a predator, his senses attuned to the rhythm of the duel. The arena, with its oppressive aura and watchful audience, was a crucible where skill, luck, and determination intertwined. Kiyabu knew that the stakes were high, that each decision could be the difference between victory and defeat.

As he prepared to strike, Kiyabu's mind was clear, his focus unwavering. He embraced the uncertainty of the battle, confident in his ability to adapt and overcome. The dance of combat was a testament to his resilience and ingenuity, a celebration of the warrior spirit that drove him forward.

In the heart of the arena, amidst the echoes of battle and the whispers of fate, Kiyabu was determined to carve his path to victory, one decisive move at a time.

WC: 516

***

Madness: Last round of Immunity

Main Action: ST-I vs. Vigilon 

Swift Action: Focus [+1 Acc/ -2 EN]

ID243562: BD5 + 4 = 9 - 2 = 7 Hit! 

6 x 7 = 42 - 30 = 12 DMG to Vigilon 

Vigilon | HP: 152/200 (-12) | EN: 35/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3 | San Tabs: 2/2 | {Stun Immunity: 1}

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 100/200 | EN: 21/43 (-8) | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 | ACC:3 ,(+1) | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 

PH 

***

Phoenix Souls: Activation 

The first time you would reach 0 HP immediately recover 100HP, 20 energy, and cleanse all negative effects.

***

Morningstar | HP: 0/205 (-123) | EN: 49/59 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 100/200 (+100) | EN: 53/43 (+20) | DMG: 8 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | BH:2 | LD:1   

After landing the initial strike, Kiyabu skillfully put some distance between himself and Vigilon, his mind already calculating the next move. He wielded his trusted dagger with practiced ease, its familiar weight a comforting presence in his hand. The arena was a crucible of tension, every second stretched taut with the potential for triumph or disaster.

As Kiyabu prepared for another swift assault, he heard the panicked voice of his opponent, Vigilon. The words were fragmented, tinged with fear and confusion, as if Vigilon had glimpsed something beyond comprehension. But Kiyabu knew he couldn't afford to be distracted by his opponent's distress. The match demanded his undivided attention, and any lapse in focus could invite the ominous foreboding back into his mind—a shadow that threatened to undermine his resolve.

With determination etched into every muscle, Kiyabu sprinted towards Vigilon, who was still caught in the dual grip of the stun effect and the maddened terror inspired by the arena's dark influence. The sight of Vigilon, vulnerable and disoriented, spurred Kiyabu to act decisively. He knew that to hesitate was to risk losing the advantage he had painstakingly gained.

Instead of targeting the same area as before, Kiyabu adjusted his strategy, his mind a whirlwind of tactical calculations. With a burst of speed, he aimed for a different target, intending to deliver a swift stab to Vigilon's upper left shoulder. The change in approach was a calculated risk, one that required precision and timing to execute effectively.

As he closed the distance, Kiyabu's movements were fluid and purposeful, his focus honed to a razor's edge. The dagger in his hand was an extension of his will, guided by both instinct and experience. He had fought countless battles, each one a lesson in adaptability and resilience, and he drew upon that wealth of knowledge now.

The moment of impact was a testament to Kiyabu's skill and determination. The blade found its mark, slicing into Vigilon's shoulder with a deftness that spoke to Kiyabu's mastery of his craft. It was a strike intended not to incapacitate but to disrupt, to further unbalance Vigilon and create openings for future maneuvers.

In the aftermath of the strike, Kiyabu remained vigilant, his senses attuned to the ebb and flow of the battle. He knew that the duel was far from over, and that each move, each decision, was a step on the path to victory or defeat. The arena, with its oppressive aura and shifting shadows, was both a stage and a test—a place where warriors proved their mettle against the odds.

As Kiyabu prepared to follow up on his attack, he reminded himself of the stakes and the lessons learned from past encounters. With every fiber of his being, he was committed to seeing the duel through, to facing whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and clarity. In the heart of the arena, amidst the echoes of combat and the whispers of fate, Kiyabu stood resolute, ready to carve his destiny with the edge of his blade.

WC: 502

*** 

Madness Roll: (Immunity 1/2)

Main Action: ST-I vs Vigilon

ID243439 BD9 + 3 - 2 = 10 Minor Critical

6 x 8 = 48 - 30 = 18 DMG to Vigilon 

Vigilon | HP: 164/200 | EN: 36/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3 {Stun Immunity: 2}

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 100/200 | EN: 29/43 | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 25(-5)| ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 

While waiting for his introduction from the gracious host, Kiyabu took a long, refreshing sip of his water, trying to stave off the oppressive heat that enveloped the arena. “Sweet Christ.” He muttered under his breath, feeling the stifling warmth seep through his leather armor. “If I had known it would be this hot, I might have crafted some gear that wouldn't absorb so much heat.” The armor clung to him, each contour a reminder of the sweltering conditions, but he pushed the discomfort aside as he heard the booming voice of Kindling announce his entry.

A slight smirk played on Kiyabu's lips as the announcement echoed through the arena. “Looks like it's my time to shine.” He remarked, anticipation and excitement lacing his words. As was his custom, Kiyabu was determined to make an entrance that would captivate the audience, a spectacle that would set the tone for the match ahead.

At the top of the ridge, he wielded his dagger with precision, carving out a decent-sized board from the stone. This makeshift board would serve as his vehicle for a daring descent down the ‘steep’ walls of the arena. With a whoop of exhilaration—“WOOHOOO!”—Kiyabu launched himself down the slope, deftly navigating between each pillar and spire. The thrill of the descent was a rush, a prelude to the battle that awaited.

As he neared the center of the arena, Kiyabu realized he was carrying a bit too much speed. But in a display of agility and flair, he managed to dismount the board just in time, executing a theatrical dive roll that ended in a kneeling position. The maneuver was met with cheers from the audience, a testament to the spectacle he had promised.

With the crowd's excitement palpable, Kiyabu rose to his feet, turning his attention to his opponent. “It's a pleasure to meet another frontliner in this tournament.” He said, extending a hand in greeting. “The name is Kiyabu Hisao, but feel free to call me Kiyabu or Hisao—either is fine.” The gesture was one of good sportsmanship, a nod to the camaraderie that existed even amidst competition.

With formalities exchanged, the atmosphere shifted, the anticipation of combat filling the air. It was clear that his opponent, Morningstar, intended to make the encounter swift and decisive. With a sudden, powerful strike, Morningstar's blade connected with Kiyabu, sending him hurtling backward across the arena. “Mngh!?” The force of the blow elicited an audible groan from Kiyabu, but he quickly regained his balance, the sting of the strike a catalyst for his resolve.

“Talk about a powerful strike.” Kiyabu acknowledged, his voice tinged with admiration. “I'd expect nothing less from a frontliner. Now it's my turn!” As the words of praise left his lips, Kiyabu sprang into action, sprinting towards Morningstar with determination. His dagger, now emitting a purplish hue, signaled the activation of a Sword Art, a potent technique that infused his weapon with enhanced power.

Closing the distance with speed and precision, Kiyabu unleashed a three-point combo, aiming for his opponent’s vital spots. The strikes were swift and calculated, each one a testament to his skill and training. The purplish glow of the Sword Art imbued his attacks with a force that sought to return the damage he had received, a counterbalance in their symphony of blades.

In the heart of the arena, amidst the roars of the audience and the clashing of steel, Kiyabu embraced the rhythm of the battle. It was a dance of strength and strategy, where each move was both a risk and an opportunity. As the duel unfolded, Kiyabu remained focused, determined to make his mark and rise triumphant in the contest of might and mettle.

WC: 617

***

Main Action: [-8] ST-I vs. Morningstar

Swift Action: Focus [+1 Acc] [EN -2]

ID243552:  BD9 + 4 - 4 = 9 [Minor Critical]

8x9 = 72 DMG to Morningstar 

Morningstar | HP: 123/205 (-72) | EN: 49/59 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | AA | EVA: 4 | REC: 2 | LD: 4 | FLN: 4 | PARA-V

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 116/200 (-10) | EN: 33/43 | DMG: 8 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | BH:2 | LD:1   

***

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 8 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | BH:2 | LD:1                               

Chararacter Sheet: Link!

Initiative Roll: 

ID243438: LD: 13

“You're entirely not wrong about these boons gifted to us from the gods on high.” Kiyabu acknowledged, his voice resonating with a blend of respect and determination. The gifts of the divine, whether manifested as strength, speed, or insight, were powerful tools in the hands of those who knew how to wield them. “But I'm going to put them to good use in our duel.” With these words, he pointed his trusted dagger towards his opponent, an extension of his will and intent. The gesture was followed by a theatrical bow, a nod to the chivalry and honor that underscored their combat.

“As for Lady Luck.” He continued, his eyes meeting those of his opponent with a spark of camaraderie. “She'll bless us both with the boon of Fortune's Favor.” His declaration was both a promise and a challenge, a shared understanding that luck would play its part, but skill and strategy would ultimately determine the outcome. The mention of Lady Luck was a nod to the unpredictability of their clash, where the scales could tip in any direction at a moment's notice.

After the initial discussion and banter, the atmosphere shifted, charged with the electric anticipation of battle. Kiyabu took the initiative, his instincts honed by countless encounters. With a swift motion, he lunged towards Hirru, his movements fluid and precise. He zigzagged across the arena, his path a blur of motion that confounded and disoriented, a testament to his agility and control.

The dagger in his hand glowed with a vibrant energy, a sign of the Sword Art he had activated. The hum of its power resonated in the air, a promise of the force it could unleash. As Kiyabu closed the distance between himself and Hirru, his focus narrowed to a single point, his mind calculating and recalibrating with every step.

He aimed to land a few strikes in the less armored spots on his opponent, seeking to exploit any vulnerabilities with precision and speed. Each strike was a calculated gamble, a dance of offense and defense where timing was everything. The Sword Art imbued his strikes with enhanced power and accuracy, a boon that he wielded with mastery.

In the heat of the moment, Kiyabu's world contracted to the here and now, the sounds of the arena fading into a distant echo. His senses were attuned to the rhythm of the duel, the ebb and flow of combat that demanded every ounce of his concentration. The thrill of the fight surged through him, a reminder of why he fought and what he stood to gain.

Even as the duel unfolded, Kiyabu remained aware of the delicate balance between fortune and skill. He knew that Lady Luck's favor was a fleeting thing, a whisper on the wind that could vanish as quickly as it arrived. But with each move, each calculated risk, he embraced the uncertainty, confident in his ability to adapt and overcome.

In the arena, amidst the clash of steel and the pulse of adrenaline, Kiyabu fought not just for victory, but for the honor of the contest and the respect of his opponent. It was a testament to the spirit of the warrior, a celebration of the art of combat in all its complexity and beauty. With every strike and parry, Kiyabu etched his story into the tapestry of their duel, determined to emerge triumphant.

WC: 561

**

Main Action:  ST-I vs. Hirru

ID243437: BD:2 + 3 = Missed

Hirru | HP: 400/400 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 7 | MIT: 42 | BH: 13 | REC: 2 | THRNS: 18 | Hvy Mtm: 1 | LD: 3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 400/400 | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 8 | MIT:38 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | FL.AURA: 4 | BH:2 | LD:1

In his immobilized state, Kiyabu was left with no choice but to listen intently to the quiet muttering of his opponent, Vigilon. The words were fragmented, a cryptic monologue that hinted at inner turmoil. ‘What's this guy mumbling about not letting a connection be severed?’ Kiyabu wondered silently, trying to decipher the meaning behind the disjointed speech. But as Vigilon’s mutterings became increasingly incoherent, Kiyabu sensed a shift—a dark foreboding that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the arena around them.

Suddenly, Vigilon's usual crimson gaze was replaced by a void, an unsettling emptiness that mirrored the ominous aura of the arena. It was as if he had become a vessel for the madness that permeated this floor. ‘So that's what it'll look like... falling under the influence of this stage.’ Kiyabu murmured quietly under his breath, a realization tinged with unease. He was trapped, still caught in the immobilizing grip of the stun effect, powerless to act.

With his body unresponsive, Kiyabu braced himself for the inevitable punishment. As if on cue, something—or rather someone—forced him to the ground, rendering him defenseless. He locked eyes with the mindless avatar that had moments before been his opponent. It was clear that this maddened beast had something painful in mind. Almost as if fulfilling a dark prophecy, Vigilon sank his teeth into Kiyabu’s neck, seeking to draw blood.

Despite the virtual nature of their realm, the pain was all too real. “NNNGH!?” Kiyabu cried out, the sensation searing through him like fire. He knew that the absence of physical blood did not diminish the anguish that coursed through his body.

As quickly as it began, the madness subsided, and Vigilon regained his sanity. Simultaneously, Kiyabu felt the effects of the stun slowly dissipating, allowing him to regain control. “Glad to have you back, Mate.” Kiyabu expressed in a brief moment of concern. Acknowledging the return of his opponent’s true self. “But let’s not get complacent. We still have a duel to finish.” There was a camaraderie in his words, a shared understanding between warriors who faced not only each other but the arena's malevolent influence.

With renewed resolve, Kiyabu assumed a combat stance, his focus sharpened like the edge of a blade. Without hesitation, he lunged towards Vigilon, intent on striking a vital spot on his opponent’s hind leg. ‘Focus!’ He reminded himself, channeling his energy into precision and speed. His dagger found its mark, landing three swift, piercing stabs to the less-armored area.

But the tables turned once more as the immobilizing effect of the stun took hold of Vigilon, leaving him momentarily vulnerable. Recognizing the fleeting opportunity, Kiyabu knew he needed to act fast. “I should pop this now.” He decided, pulling out a ‘Sanity Tablet’ from his inventory. The tablet was a small, yet potent remedy, designed to counteract the influence of madness.

As Kiyabu consumed the Sanity Tablet, he felt a wave of clarity wash over him, pushing back the insidious tendrils of the arena's madness. It was a temporary reprieve, but one that could tip the balance in their ongoing duel. With a renewed sense of purpose and a clear mind, Kiyabu prepared to continue the fight, determined to overcome the challenges both external and internal.

In the heart of the arena, where the line between reality and illusion blurred, Kiyabu stood ready to face whatever came next, his spirit undaunted and his will unbroken.

WC: 571

***

Madness Roll: ID243164 CD9 (3/3)

Going Mad Roll: ID243165 CD12

Main Action: ID243174 BD 9 + 3 - 2 = 10 (Minor Critical Hit)

Tech-A 6x8= 48 - 30 = 18 DMG to Vigilon, Vigilon Stunned.

Swift Action: Using One Sanity Tablet to remove all Madness, While preventing it for 2 turns.

Vigilon | HP: 182/200 (-18) | EN: 34/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3 | [Stunned] {Stun Immunity: 3}

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 122/200 | EN: 35/43 (-7) | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 25(-5)| ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 | {Burn: 14 1/2} | {Blight: 8 1/2} | {Stun Immunity: 2}

After recovering from the adverse effects of his challenging time on Floor 29, Kiyabu felt a renewed sense of purpose and creativity coursing through him. He prepared himself for a grand and honorable display of his artistic talent, choosing to showcase his skills in the field of tailoring. It was a craft that demanded precision and imagination, and Kiyabu had poured both into the creation of his own silk fabric tunic.

The tunic was a testament to his craftsmanship, a garment that spoke of elegance and dedication. Its design was a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation: a light blue sash draped gracefully from his left shoulder to his waist, complemented by purplish accented trims that caught the light with each movement. The colors and textures wove together to create a visual symphony, one that symbolized both his personal journey and his reverence for the arts.

As Kiyabu made his way toward the center of the arena, his heart swelled with anticipation and solemnity. He approached the grand temple of Olympia with reverence, the majestic structure standing as a testament to the divine and the mortal realms meeting. It was here that he would make his pledge, a vow of honor and respect.

Kneeling before the temple, Kiyabu faced the edifice with a sense of gravity and purpose. "In the honor of her Goddess of Wisdom and Arts." He began, his voice carrying the weight of his sincerity. "I pledge to Athena that I'll do my best to not besmirch her name... In this duel of mortals." The words were a formal declaration, a promise to uphold the virtues of wisdom, creativity, and integrity in the contest that lay ahead.

With the pledge made, Kiyabu slowly began to stand upright, a transformation taking place in tandem with his rising form. The tunic that had served as a symbol of his artistic prowess gradually morphed into his normal combat gear, a seamless transition from art to battle. The change was symbolic, a reminder that creativity and combat were not mutually exclusive but rather two sides of the same coin.

As he turned to face the other side of the arena, where his opponent would soon emerge, Kiyabu felt a sense of readiness and calm. The duel that awaited was not just a test of strength and skill, but also an opportunity to honor the traditions and values he held dear. His gaze was steady, his resolve firm, as he prepared to engage in the contest with all the honor and respect befitting a warrior under the watchful eyes of the gods.

The arena was alive with anticipation, the air charged with the collective breath of spectators and participants alike. In this sacred space, where mortals dared to challenge their limits, Kiyabu stood as a testament to the enduring power of creativity, courage, and the timeless pursuit of excellence.

WC: 477

Character Sheet Link

Initiative Roll:

ID243097 LD: 19

Due to his own misstep, Kiyabu found himself vulnerable, a rare lapse in his usually meticulous approach to combat. His opponent, Vigilon, seized the opportunity with relentless precision, delivering a swift yet burning slash that cut through the air with an audible swish. Kiyabu felt the blade's edge slice across him, a searing pain that was as much a testament to Vigilon's skill as to Kiyabu's momentary error in judgment.

But the attack was more than just a physical wound; it carried within it a sinister magic, a dual-edged curse that manifested as more than a singular status effect. Kiyabu's eyes flicked to the icon next to his health bar, a grim reminder of the secondary effect now taking hold: Blight. The status effect seeped into him like a creeping shadow, promising to sap his strength over time, a poison that threatened to tip the scales against him if left unchecked.

“Nngh!?” The involuntary sound escaped Kiyabu's lips as he felt his body betray him, locking in place as a third, unexpected effect took hold. He was stunned, his muscles frozen under the malicious grip of paralysis, rendering him momentarily unable to launch a counterattack. The realization hit him like a blow, the vulnerability of his situation stark and undeniable.

“This isn’t good…” He groaned through clenched teeth, frustration and pain mingling in his voice. His mind raced, searching for a strategy to overcome the paralysis that had seized him. He knew he needed to act quickly, to find a way to break free from the debilitating effects before Vigilon could capitalize on his defenseless state.

His gaze landed back on Vigilon, who stood poised and ready to strike again. The opponent's confidence was palpable, a reflection of the advantage he had gained. Yet, even in this dire situation, Kiyabu refused to yield to despair. He had faced overwhelming odds before, and each time, he had emerged stronger and wiser.

Drawing on the reserves of his willpower, Kiyabu focused on the lessons learned from past battles, on the inner strength that had carried him through countless challenges. He knew that the key to overcoming the effects lay not just in physical resilience but in mental fortitude, in the ability to remain calm and strategic even when the tide seemed to be against him.

As he stood immobilized, Kiyabu's mind worked furiously, calculating his next move, considering his options. He knew he needed to break the paralysis, to shake off the Blight, and to find a way to turn the battle back in his favor. The path to victory was fraught with obstacles, but for Kiyabu, it was also an opportunity—a chance to prove his mettle and to rise above the adversity he faced.

With determination etched into every fiber of his being, Kiyabu prepared to fight back, drawing on the strength of his spirit and the depth of his resolve. In the heart of the arena, amidst the echoes of combat and the weight of expectation, he stood ready to reclaim his footing and to challenge the fate that had momentarily turned against him.

WC: 514

(STUNNED) Turn skipped

ID243104 CD: 2 (Madness at 2/3)

Vigilon | HP: 200/200 | EN: 33/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 144/200 | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 7 | MIT: 30 25(-5)| ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 | {Burn: 14 2/2} | {Blight: 8 2/2} | [Stunned] {Stun Immunity: 3}

With a sense of foreboding permeating the air around them, Kiyabu felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a tangible force. The arena, usually alive with the roar of the crowd and the clash of combat, seemed eerily silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the impending confrontation. Kiyabu knew he needed to keep his wits about him, to stay focused despite the tension that crackled in the air like a brewing storm.

His opponent, Vigilon, was known for taking the initiative, often striking first with a precision that left little room for error. Kiyabu's gaze was locked onto Vigilon, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to react at a moment's notice. He had faced many opponents in the past, each battle a lesson learned, but the unpredictability of combat always held a certain edge of uncertainty.

As he watched, Vigilon moved with intent, but suddenly, fate intervened in an unexpected manner. By some random stroke of luck—or perhaps misfortune—Vigilon stumbled, his foot catching on a fleshy object that lay obscured on the ground. The thing was grotesque, its mangled visage a disturbing sight that could unsettle even the most seasoned warrior. It was a moment of vulnerability, a fleeting opportunity that Kiyabu could exploit if he acted swiftly.

‘That’s no...’ Kiyabu's thoughts began to spiral towards the implications of the sight, but he caught himself just in time. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t let your thoughts get clouded by such things.’ He quipped inwardly, a mental reprimand that brought his focus sharply back to the task at hand. The battlefield required clarity, an unwavering resolve that could not be shaken by distractions or fear.

Holding out his dagger in an offensive stance, Kiyabu centered himself, the familiar weight of the weapon a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos. The dagger glinted with a cold, steely promise, its edge honed for precision and effectiveness. In this moment, Kiyabu's mind was a fortress, fortified against the encroaching doubts and fears that sought to undermine his resolve.

In a swift motion, Kiyabu navigated the arena towards his opponent aiming for a solid strike to the body. As his dagger started emitting a faint glow of purple energy, Which was the activation of a Sword Art.

WC: 382

Main Action: TECH-A 

ID243020: BD 4 + 3 - 2 = 5 (Missed)

CD: 1 (Madness at 1/3) 

Vigilon | HP: 200/200 | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 30 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 2 | FLN: 4 | BLI: 8/-5 | BRN: 14 | LD: 3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 41/43 | DMG: 7 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

Though Kiyabu intended to make a grand entrance like in the previous duels, a strange, almost ominous feeling crept over him, sinking into his very being and curbing his desire for showmanship. It was as if the atmosphere itself had shifted, heavy with an unsettling tension that clung to him like a shroud. He looked towards the host, Kindling, who seemed to gesture nervously at the Eldritch Entity overseeing this round. Its presence was overwhelming, a dark silhouette that loomed over the arena, radiating an aura of dread.

“This isn’t real…” Kiyabu murmured beneath his mask, the words barely escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his composure. The sight of the Abomination was enough to unnerve even the most seasoned warriors, its grotesque form twisting and shifting in ways that defied logic. He fought to maintain his wit and clarity of mind, knowing that succumbing to fear could lead him down a path of madness. “Do not falter…” He reminded himself, his thoughts racing as he steeled his resolve.

With a deep breath, he met the gaze of his opponent, an enigmatic figure that mirrored his own unease. The tension in the air crackled as they locked eyes, both aware of the weight of the moment. “Then we are in agreement. Let’s keep this short and sweet…” Kiyabu said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. He could feel the energy of the arena shifting, a pulsating resonance that seemed to echo his own heartbeat.

As he spoke, a purplish hue began to emanate from the eyes of his mask, casting eerie shadows across his face. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, but also of the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. At that moment, Kiyabu felt a strange surge flowing throughout his body, a sensation that was both exhilarating and unsettling. It coursed through his veins like electric fire, igniting his senses but also leaving him with a creeping feeling of discomfort, as if something insidious was trying to take root within him.

The very fabric of the arena seemed to warp and twist, distorting the boundaries of reality. Kiyabu’s instincts screamed at him, urging him to act quickly, to harness this unsettling energy before it consumed him. He could feel the creeping madness at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to unravel everything he had worked for. 

“Focus.” He whispered to himself, summoning every ounce of determination within him. He would not let this Abomination dictate the terms of the duel. With each passing second, he channeled the chaotic energy swirling around him, shaping it into a weapon of his own. His heart raced, but he embraced the thrill of the unknown, ready to face whatever horrors lay ahead. 

As the duel began, Kiyabu’s thoughts sharpened, the fear transforming into a fierce clarity. He was not just a participant in this battle; he was a force to be reckoned with.

WC: 488

Character spreadsheet: Link

***

Initiative:

ID242918: LD 18

Madness Roll:

ID242917: CD 11  (Madness at 1/3)

Though his gaze was locked on the foliage in front of him, Kiyabu kept a tentative ear open to Ciela’s teasing words, their playful banter weaving through the air like the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves around them. His thoughts drifted for a moment, momentarily captivated by Perlita, the little sea otter, who was happily wiggling her tiny paws in the air. “You’re not wrong there, I guess… I was just unlucky today.” He murmured, a soft smile breaking across his face. The playful antics of the sea otter were a delightful distraction, and he felt the warmth of joy bubbling up inside him.

“But it wasn't for nothing.” He added, his gaze returning to Perlita as she performed a delightful little flip. “I had fun watching this little one jump around.” With a playful grin, he reached out a hand and gently booped Perlita on her button nose, eliciting a soft squeak that made him chuckle. Her innocence and exuberance reminded him that sometimes the simplest moments could bring the most joy.

Eventually, his attention shifted from Perlita to Ciela, who knelt beside him, her presence comforting and warm. “Such wise words, I’ll remember them.” He said, letting a slight chuckle escape his throat, appreciating how easily they could share these light-hearted moments amidst their questing. “If this was the real world… that statement would be true. But in this virtual world, it’s just a matter of luck and respawn timers.” He quipped, his tone teasing as he made a witty retort. 

As he spoke, Kiyabu’s gaze fell upon a cluster of vibrant flowers nearby, and an idea sparked in his mind. He carefully plucked one that caught his eye, its delicate petals a perfect match for Ciela’s fiery red hair. “Pardon my forwardness…” He said, his voice softening as he raised his hand to gently switch the flower nestled behind her ear with the lavender bellflower he’d just picked. “I think this one complements your fiery red hair better.” He added, his heart racing slightly at the intimate gesture.

The flower’s cool touch contrasted with the warmth of her hair, and Kiyabu couldn’t help but admire how it framed her face. He felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks, but he maintained eye contact, hoping to convey the sincerity behind the playful action. “What do you think?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, eager to see her reaction.

WC: 404

With the momentary reprieve of his opponent being locked down by a stun status effect, Kiyabu seized the opportunity to put some distance between them. He calculated his next move, aware of the fleeting nature of such advantages in battle. However, his plans were abruptly interrupted by a fiendish roar that filled the arena, a sound so primal and fierce that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. In an instant, the sweltering desert heat that had been a constant companion transformed into an icy chill, the air biting and unforgiving.

“Hm!” Kiyabu's gaze snapped back to Wulfrin, expecting to find him immobilized by the stunning effect. But to his alarm, he saw Wulfrin moving with an unexpected agility. ‘Shit..!’ Kiyabu's mind raced as he realized that his friend and opponent had an ace up his sleeve—an extra skill that could neutralize status effects. This unforeseen twist added a new layer of complexity to their duel, one that required rapid adaptation.

In the blink of an eye, Wulfrin closed the distance between them, his movements swift and relentless. “Ngh!” Kiyabu grunted as he felt the strikes landing one after another, each blow a testament to Wulfrin's prowess. But the assault was not merely physical; there was a chilling edge to Wulfrin's weapon, a unique attribute that began to manifest. “WHAT!” Kiyabu exclaimed as he felt his legs being secured in place, encased by creeping sheets of freezing ice that threatened to immobilize him completely.

“In that case!” Kiyabu's mind raced, searching for a way to counteract the encroaching ice. Before the effects could restrain him further, he acted with quick thinking and desperation. He threw up a circle of caltrops around him, their sharp edges gleaming ominously in the chill air. The makeshift barrier was a desperate attempt to hinder Wulfrin's approach, a tactical maneuver designed to buy him precious time.

As he executed his plan, Kiyabu's mind flickered back to their earlier banter, where Wulfrin had likened himself to David facing Goliath. “You're right, David.” He murmured in agreement, his voice a mix of frustration and resolve. “I'll definitely need to strike harder next time.” The words were both a promise and a challenge, a recognition of the need to elevate his game and meet Wulfrin's skill head-on.

The arena, now a battleground of ice and steel, crackled with tension. Kiyabu, temporarily freed from immediate danger, assessed his next move. He knew that every second counted, that the ice could reclaim him if he hesitated. With determination burning in his chest, he prepared to break free from his icy shackles and press the attack once more.

In this dance of blades and strategy, Kiyabu embraced the uncertainty and danger, aware that only by adapting quickly and thinking creatively could he hope to turn the tide. The duel was far from over, and Kiyabu was resolved to fight with all his might, determined to carve his path to victory amidst the swirling chaos of battle.

WC: 497

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Main Action: None

Free Action: Throwing a Circle of Caltrops [-2 EN]

ID 

Wulfrin | HP: 34/200 | EN: 27/43 | DMG: 16 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 56/200 | EN: 36/43 | DMG: 28 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 -1 (2) | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1 | Freeze 16 (1/1) | Frostbite 10 (1/2)

“Yes, I believe we've kept our audience waiting long enough with our exchange of banter and mythological talks about heroes, along with our verbal teasing of Lady Luck.” Kiyabu retorted, his voice carrying a playful energy that belied the intensity of the battle. A grin spread across his face as he adopted a defensive stance, ready to engage in the spectacle that both he and Wulfrin knew their audience craved. “So let's give them what they came for—a truly spectacular Clash of Blades.”

The arena was alive with anticipation, the air charged with the promise of a thrilling contest. As Wulfrin advanced, the trail of dust kicked up by his approach momentarily obscured their vision, adding an element of suspense to the unfolding drama. Kiyabu, unfazed by the swirling particles, took a deep and calming breath, centering himself amidst the chaos. His senses were attuned to the battlefield, listening intently to the hum of a Sword Art, an impending symphony of steel.

‘From my left…’ He murmured quietly to himself, his instincts honed to a fine edge. With precision and timing borne of experience, he lifted his dagger to deftly deflect and counter the incoming strikes. ‘Right, lower left, upper right…’ Each movement was deliberate, a dance of defense that showcased his mastery over the blade. As the faint humming of Wulfrin's sword faded, both participants stood poised, waiting for the dust cloud to settle and reveal the outcome of their exchange.

To Wulfrin's surprise, as the dust cleared, Kiyabu stood unscathed by the recent assault. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of satisfaction and readiness, a warrior undeterred by the challenges before him. But the tension in the air was palpable, and Kiyabu’s nerves tingled with awareness. The arena was treacherous, its shifting sands concealing traps that lay in wait for the unwary.

After witnessing his opponent fall victim to one such hidden snare, Kiyabu felt a surge of caution. The explosive trap had been a stark reminder of the unpredictability of their battlefield. “Looks like our esteemed guest prepared these gifts ahead of time.” He remarked with a touch of humor, acknowledging the cunning preparation that had gone into the arena's design.

Seizing the moment, Kiyabu launched into a swift dash toward Wulfrin, who was still recovering from the explosion that had taken him by surprise. The distance between them closed rapidly, each step calculated to maintain momentum and control.

As he approached, Kiyabu's dagger began to emit a purplish hue, a telltale sign of a Sword Art activation. The energy infused the blade with enhanced power, a force that Kiyabu wielded with precision. He delivered three powerful strikes, each aimed at a vital point, the blows a testament to his strategic acumen.

With the strikes executed, Kiyabu quickly retreated a few feet, putting distance between them once more. It was a tactical maneuver, designed to maintain the advantage while minimizing the risk of retaliation. In the fluid dance of combat, Kiyabu balanced aggression with caution, his every move a calculated step in the ongoing duel.

The arena, with its layers of deception and danger, was both a stage and a proving ground. As Kiyabu prepared for the next phase of their encounter, he remained vigilant, aware that success required not just skill and strength, but also adaptability and foresight. In the heart of the battle, amidst the echoes of clashing blades and the watchful gaze of their audience, Kiyabu embraced the challenge, determined to emerge victorious.

WC: 579

* * *

Main Action: TECH-A vs. Wulfrin [-7 EN]

Free Action: None

ID241733 BD6 + 3 + 1 = 9 Hit! (CD 4)

6x28 = 168 - 36 MIT = 132 DMG

Wulfrin | HP: 48/200 | EN: 31/43 | DMG: 16 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3 (STUNNED)

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 180/200 | EN: 37/43 | DMG: 28 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

“Indeed, Odysseus had it rough.” Kiyabu mused, his voice carrying a tone of admiration for the legendary hero's trials and triumphs. “Leading an army of five hundred men in the battle of Troy with no casualties—that truly takes some luck and ingenuity.” The tale of Odysseus was one of epic proportions, a testament to both human resilience and the capricious nature of fortune. Yet, Kiyabu knew all too well that luck was a fickle companion. “But luck will eventually run out.” He continued, a hint of caution in his words. “Because you can only succeed for so long before hitting a brick wall in the hardest way possible.”

As he spoke, Kiyabu's eyes followed the coins as they danced gracefully through the air, each one spinning with a gleam that caught the light. The coins landed with a subtle thud, a sound that resonated with promise as they bestowed yet another buff to his stats. The game they played was one of chance and strategy, and each coin flip was a step in the intricate dance of fate.

For the first time in their duel of luck, Kiyabu noted that Wulfrin had succeeded in gaining a power boost. It was a shift in the dynamic, a reminder that fortune favored neither side exclusively. The balance of power was in constant flux, and Kiyabu recognized the importance of adapting to the ever-changing tide.

"That's funny." Kiyabu remarked with a wry smile, acknowledging the new development. "If this match was without the boost from those mysterious coins, I would be the one referring to you as 'Goliath.' while addressing myself as the brave David from legends past." The analogy was apt, capturing the essence of their contest—an underdog's challenge against a seemingly insurmountable foe.

With calculated precision, Kiyabu slowly moved into a defensive stance, his body a coiled spring ready to react to any move Wulfrin might make. The coins were more than just tokens of chance; they were catalysts in the unfolding narrative of their duel. As another coin floated through the air, Kiyabu observed its trajectory with keen interest, aware that its landing could once again alter the course of their battle.

The arena around them seemed to hold its breath, the air charged with anticipation as the coin spun, its fate uncertain until the moment of impact. In this game of luck and skill, Kiyabu understood that every decision, every action, was a step towards either victory or defeat. Yet, the thrill of the contest lay in its unpredictability, in the knowledge that each participant had the power to shape their destiny with every flip.

As Kiyabu stood poised in his defensive stance, he felt the pulse of the moment, the intertwining of chance and choice that defined their encounter. In the heart of the arena, amidst the echoes of past legends and the whispers of fortune, he was ready to meet whatever came next with courage and cunning. The dance of fate continued, and Kiyabu was determined to make his mark, one coin flip at a time.

WC: 509

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Main Action: None

Free Action: None

Wulfrin | HP: 200/200 | EN: 36/43 | DMG: 13 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 28 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

"What you're saying is true." Kiyabu began, his voice carrying a thoughtful resonance as he engaged with Wulfrin's initial comment. He sought to ground their philosophical musings in a narrative as old as time itself. "Take for instance, the legendary battle between Heracles and the Nemean lion. Its pelt was strong enough to withstand a mighty blade strike from the hero... Without a bit of cunning and luck, he wouldn't have succeeded in his first of twelve labors." The story was a testament to the interplay of strength, wit, and fortune, a timeless reminder of the complexities inherent in any great endeavor.

As he spoke, Kiyabu's gaze wandered to the intricate lines that Wulfrin was drawing into the sand. The patterns seemed cryptic, a visual language that hinted at deeper meanings or strategies yet to be unveiled. But before he could delve too deeply into their significance, he tilted his gaze back up, meeting Wulfrin's eyes with a spark of understanding.

"Indeed." Kiyabu continued. "This boon can become a double-edged sword if lavishly abused. But for those who cherish its bountiful gift, they'll be in the good graces of her service." His words were laced with respect for the capricious nature of luck, an acknowledgment that fortune was a fickle ally, best approached with humility and gratitude.

Having made his point, Kiyabu offered a subtle prayer to the Goddess of Luck, a silent acknowledgment of the forces beyond his control. "If I had to place myself somewhere on this scale of fortune." He admitted with introspection. "It'd be near the middle. Because I've never been this lucky before... So I will honestly cherish its gift." There was sincerity in his voice, a genuine appreciation for the moments of serendipity that had graced his path.

A genuine smile lingered on Kiyabu's face, a reflection of his inner contentment and acceptance of the unpredictable nature of life. He understood that luck was not a constant, nor a guarantee, but rather a fleeting presence that could tip the scales in one's favor when least expected. It was a reminder to seize the moment, to embrace the opportunities that chance provided.

WC: 357

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Main Action: None

Free Action: None

Wulfrin | HP: 200/200 | EN: 37/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 25 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

“I couldn't agree more. If life deals you a bad hand, you shouldn't let it define your state of being." Kiyabu quipped, his tone laced with a philosophical edge that reflected his inner thoughts. He felt the weight of those words ring true, especially in a world where challenges seemed to arise at every corner. “Even at the worst start, you can work hard to change those misfortunes into a shining beacon of hope in this dark world.” He glanced over at Wulfrin, who was intently pulling out two more coins to flip, and the determination in the man's actions mirrored his own.

As he observed the coins glinting in the light, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The outcome of those flips felt like a metaphor for their lives, a gamble that could yield unexpected results. Kiyabu leaned forward, excitement bubbling within him as he awaited the reveal. When Wulfrin finally flipped the coins, Kiyabu couldn’t help but burst into laughter, a hearty chuckle escaping his lips. “Pfft~.. Hahaha… Lady Luck clearly has a favorite in this match, doesn’t she?” He grinned, the jovial atmosphere lightening the mood as they shared a moment of camaraderie.

He noted the way Wulfrin’s expression transformed, a mix of surprise and amusement evident on his face. Kiyabu felt a sense of connection—both men navigating the chaotic currents of their virtual world, relying on a blend of skill and chance. As the laughter faded, Kiyabu’s thoughts turned back to his own journey. “Indeed, I've been meaning to improve that through this tournament.” He murmured, a slight smirk curving his lips as he reflected on his own growth. “And hopefully win a match or two doing so…”

The tournament was more than just a series of battles; it was an opportunity for him to refine his skills, to push beyond his limits. Kiyabu envisioned each match as a stepping stone, a chance to transform his own misfortunes into triumphs. Each failure he experienced would serve as a lesson, guiding him toward mastery and greater confidence in his abilities.

WC: 344

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Main Action: None

Free Action: None

Wulfrin | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 19 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

"Interesting." Kiyabu murmured, his curiosity piqued as he listened attentively to Wulfrin's detailed explanation about the mystique and mechanics of the enchanted coins. They were said to hold the whims of fortune in their metallic embrace, each flip a dance with destiny. "I thought of buying at least one of those coins." He continued, reflecting on his initial interest. "But I changed my mind at the last minute, opting for something else a little more practical." Yet, as he watched Wulfrin demonstrate their power, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of intrigue at the prospect of testing fate.

"Alright." Kiyabu declared with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "let's see who Lady Fortune favors most in these nine coin flips. Since you're going heads, I'll pick tails." The challenge was set, a friendly rivalry infused with the thrill of chance. As though the Goddess of Luck herself had heard his silent prayer, the first of the nine flips landed in his favor, the coin resting decisively on tails.

"Looks like I won the first coin flip." Kiyabu announced, a playful grin curling along his lips. The small victory was a delightful surprise, a testament to the unpredictable nature of luck. It was a moment to savor, the first step in their whimsical contest.

"Luck isn't something one controls." He mused aloud, echoing a philosophy that had guided many a gambler and adventurer. "They flow at their own pace... So I'll go with tails again." His choice was made with a mix of intuition and faith, a belief that the fickle nature of fortune might favor him once more.

As they watched the coin rise and fall, spinning through the air with a metallic gleam, the anticipation between them was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath, the coin's trajectory a focal point of their attention. When it landed, once again on tails, Kiyabu couldn't suppress a chuckle of delight. "Pft~!"

The unexpected turn of luck brought a lightness to the air, a shared amusement that transcended the simplicity of the game. Kiyabu's laughter was infectious, a reminder of the joy found in the little victories and the camaraderie forged in moments of shared experience.

Wulfrin's own expression was one of good-natured acceptance, a recognition that in the dance with fate, anything was possible. The coin flips continued, each one a testament to chance, each result a mystery until the moment of reveal. For Kiyabu, it was a delightful diversion, a brief respite from the challenges and battles that often defined their world.

In the end, whether he emerged victorious in the majority of the flips or not was secondary to the enjoyment of the game itself. The experience was a reminder that life, much like the coin, could be unpredictable and surprising, and that sometimes, the journey was as rewarding as the destination. 

WC: 476

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Main Action: None

Free Action: None

Wulfrin | HP: 200/200 | EN: 39/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:36 | ACC:3 | AA | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | FRB: 10 | FRZ: 16 | LD:3

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 16 | MIT:30 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

A few minutes before the official start of the match, Kiyabu was engaged in a flurry of coordination and last-minute preparations. He had enlisted the help of a trusted friend, calling in a favor that would be pivotal for the whimsical and jaw-dropping entrance he had planned for this week's spectacle. The plan was audacious, a blend of theatrics and cunning, designed to captivate the audience and set the stage for the battle to come.

As Kiyabu laid out the details, he emphasized the importance of his friend's role, though it was small in duration, it was crucial in impact. The friend was to don a long cloak, one that obscured his face and body type, rendering him an enigmatic figure in the eyes of the crowd. "Once you've grabbed their attention." Kiyabu instructed. "Use this warp crystal... But make sure no one can see it. That way, they'll watch as the cloak falls flat... and I'll reveal my location."

The instructions were clear, the execution reliant on timing and stealth. With his friend prepared to play his part, Kiyabu made his way to his own hiding spot, a concealed nook beneath the sandy floor of the arena. He had drawn inspiration from the field boss Terra Firma, whose subterranean tactics had left a lasting impression. The hiding spot was cleverly chosen, a testament to Kiyabu's ingenuity and attention to detail.

Beneath the sand, Kiyabu lay in wait, his senses attuned to the vibrations above, his mind focused on the unfolding plan. He clutched his communication device, anticipating the message from his friend that would signal the commencement of his reveal. Every second was filled with anticipation, the tension of the moment a reminder of the delicate balance between planning and spontaneity.

When the message finally came, confirming the success of his friend's distraction, Kiyabu readied himself. Above, the crowd was buzzing with confusion and intrigue, their attention momentarily fixated on the mysterious figure who had vanished in an instant, leaving only an empty cloak behind.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyabu began his ascent from beneath the sandy arena. His hand emerged first, reaching up like the spectral grasp of a fallen warrior, a nod to the legends of lost battles waged in this very place. The crowd gasped as his hand closed around Wulfrin's ankle, the unexpected touch adding a layer of eerie drama to the scene.

With a measured and theatrical flair, Kiyabu pulled himself from his hiding spot, his emergence a spectacle of surprise and creativity. The audience erupted into applause, their confusion turned to admiration for the inventive entrance. Kiyabu stood, brushing the sand from his clothes with a playful grin, acknowledging the cheers with a wave.

The stage was set, the mood electric, and Kiyabu's entrance had achieved its purpose. It was a testament to the power of imagination and the art of performance, an unforgettable start to what promised to be an exhilarating match. As he took his place in the arena, Kiyabu felt the familiar rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the challenge ahead, and the satisfaction of a plan well-executed, ready to engage in the duel that awaited.

“Looks like you've armoured up since our last match, Wulfrin..” Kiyabu murmured with his astute observation, While removing the mask on his face. To reveal a cheerful smirk. “I've not really improved to become a full fledged Shark yet, But who knows.. I might evolve in this match with you.” A witty retort left his lips, Before turning his attention to Abdullah. “You know, I'm always down to make things interesting for our honored guest.” 

WC: 600

Character spreadsheet: Link

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Initiative:

ID241714 LD:2

Realizing his earlier mistake of not focusing on the main threat, who had remained relatively unscathed throughout the battle, Kiyabu knew he was in a precarious position. His eyes darted to his own health bar, which hovered alarmingly in the orange to red range—a clear indication that another well-placed strike could be the end for him in this match. The situation was dire, the stakes high, yet Kiyabu remained composed, his mind racing with strategies to prolong their chances.

"I know this might only prolong the duel, but we should at least try to hold out a bit longer." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His words were a quiet vow to himself and a call to action for his partner, Acanthus. Sensing the urgency, she moved with swift precision, stepping into the fray to force Wulfrin back, creating a momentary reprieve for them to regroup.

With a few precious seconds to breathe, Kiyabu and Acanthus fell back together, their camaraderie a silent testament to their shared resolve. As they regrouped, Kiyabu reached into his inventory, retrieving a small stash of arena-approved chocolates. The chocolates were more than just a sweet treat; they held the promise of a slight reprieve, a chance to recover some of their dwindling strength.

"Looks like we're on the backfoot, Little Lady." Kiyabu admitted, his tone resolute yet tinged with a hint of resignation. He gestured to his health bar, the numbers a stark reminder of the grim reality they faced. "And judging from my health bar, I don't have much hope of surviving the next strike..."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Kiyabu's words carried a note of respect and camaraderie. "But I have to say it was quite exhilarating to fight alongside you." His gaze met Acanthus's, the sincerity of his statement clear in his eyes. The bond forged in the heat of battle was one that transcended the immediate danger, a testament to the strength and trust they shared as partners.

As a gesture of camaraderie and hope, Kiyabu offered Acanthus a Valentine's chocolate from his collection. The gesture was simple yet profound, a token of gratitude and solidarity. Beyond the sentimental value, the chocolates held a practical benefit—the added effect of healing some of their wounds, a much-needed boon in the midst of their struggle.

The chocolate, wrapped in ornate packaging, was a symbol of the unexpected moments of lightness and kindness that could arise even in the midst of chaos. As Acanthus accepted the offering, the shared moment of respite allowed them to refocus, their spirits buoyed by the small yet meaningful act.

WC: 435

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>MAIN ACTION: Looting the Boss

ID241428 LD 6 No Additional rewards

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Combat Order:

Kiyabu Hisao | HP: 200/200 | EN: 42/43 [-2] | DMG: 7| MIT:42 | ACC:3 | KEEN: 1 | EVA:1 | LD:1

Oscar | HP: 855/960 [+53 -63] | EN: 68/128 [+4 -18] | DMG: 26 | MIT:212 | ACC:6 | PHASE | EVA:1 | BH:53 | REC: 4 | HLY: 16 | BLI: 32/-20 | LD:8

[Os4,Ki0]The Forgotten King | HP: 1576/3000 [-422] | DMG: 275 | MIT: 100 | ACC: 3

> MAIN ACTION: Gathering

ID241426   LD: 16 Success!