[SP-F3] Earning a Living In The Forest Of Wavering Mist

[Saix 0]

Throwing himself backwards Saix narrowly avoids the wicked strike, his grey eyes showing confusion for a half second as the man rambles on. That's what this was about? Saix thinks to himself about why he himself fights... Why he didn't want to fight monsters to harvest materials today, because it wouldn't have been a challenge. This guy was nuts, that much was for sure, he was a murderer and a thief after all; but on some level Saix understood what he was saying... To lay it all on the line in battle, that was the ultimate thrill after all. With that in mind, he raced forward a quick two steps and thrust one more time, hoping to seize victory.

Combat Dice: 7 + 2 = 9 HIT

Damage: -Pending 8-

Saix: 23/33

The Duelist: 8/33

[Saix 0]

The Duelist couldn't help but try and step back, even if he knew it was too little too late. The rapier thrust deep through his chest and he gagged on steel as he dropped his sword and seized his opponent by the sleeve and lapel. With a nasty grin he tugged Saix closer, so that they stood face to face. "Don't forget this feeling kid, it's the only thing that makes fighting worthwhile. Live on the wild side, wagering it all on the razor's edge, so that you can have a blast up until you find someone who is better than you... That's the only way you'll ever find real enjoyment on the battlefield... Take these gloves, and live it up kid, You're The Duelist now, until someone takes it from you, like you did me..." With his message delivered, he grinned one last crooked grin, and burst into fragments.

The Forest was silent again, as two fine leather gloves dropped to the hard stone path.

Combat Dice: 1 [FAIL]

Damage: N/A

Saix: 23/33

The Duelist: 00/33

[Saix 0]

The man's grip was like a vice, and even though he had tried to pull away initially, Saix had been unable to break the grip. However, when the man spoke, Saix listened. Despite their death match, and the fact that this man had tried to kill him, Saix still did him the honor of hearing his final words. Again, he was struck by the sense of clarity, the understanding behind the words as the man dissolved away, leaving only a pair of dark crimson gloves to mark his passing. Stooping to pick them up, a notification popped before him.

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Lifting the gloves in his hand, he examined the Skill Info and his eyes widened, then he checked the statistics of the gloves. This was... A Unique Skill.