[PP-F5] The End is Coming Near(Argumail)

[Draterion 0]

Draterion had his sword unsheathed in town, just some practice swings. Draterion was in the dueling platform, waiting for the training to begin. The NPC had told him of there to be"many multiple types of targets on the field". So he was training, just so if anyone was whatchinghe wouldn't seem weak, like how he was only level three at the time. But Draterion had big plans of advancing very quickly among the ranks of level.

He eyed the NPC as he(or it) pulled down a lever. Immediately a single platform rose high into the air, which he would not have expected. A fall could be fatal, but Draterion did not know if that applied to safezones. Then, when he was at least twenty feet into the air, the targets Egan to appear, 1-by-1.

Draterion slashed the first two to bits, but the targets began to move around, and became stronger. Draterion found a easy way to hit them was to stand in the middle of the platform, and swinging his heavy long-sword around sharply. The first time he tried it, four targets had poofed into millions of crystals, but the more he did it, the more dizzy he became.

Draterion took a large step backward, but unlucky for him, one of the targets came right from under him, throwing Draterion to the ground. He got up immediately, and then slammed his sword down on it, destroying the last one. The NPC yelled, 50 targets in 3 minutes! Draterion looked around and let a loud sigh out of himself.

[Argumail 0]

Argumail stood motionless as the rain poured over his head. No, battle sim was this immersive. He looked at the his enemies. He counted 4 of them, he glared at him but, didn't move a muscle. The way they walked, his enemies, were expected swordsmen. That may have been but, The way of the sword is all Argumail had left. The first one , a woman with a scar on her forehead, charged. Big mistake! Argumail thought. He sidestepped and broke her neck it a twig. The sims shudded and back. Come on now! Argumail drew his sword lazily make sure the sliding noise was made. Don't be like that. Argumail walked slowed to the second one dragging his sword across the pavement. The sparks christened the crystals of the women on the ground. The second one backed up, the fear ran to his eyes. He charged blocking Argumail's swordplay. Enough! Argumail shouted driving the blade through the enemy's back, With the foreplay! He slowly turn and block an attack to his jugular. Argumail kicked him in the stomach but, his adversary sliced him across the check. Argumail looked at the puddle below him. He rubbed his face and looked at his blood. He looked up slow at the third. He turned and slammed his sword half through his skull. He turned to see the last one. And then there was one... The last one was different though it behaved like the only swordsman who ever came close to beating Argumail, Terence. Round by round they when until bascially Argumail ripped it heart out.

Game! 4 enemies! Under 3 minutes.... NEW RECORD

Argumail smiled and walked out of the simulation. Sim blood was fine but, real was what he was in the mood for.

[Draterion 0]

The twnDraterion was in had many faculty's meant for training players, hence why he was there in the first place. But then Draterion thought, what about the other competitors? he realized that not many people came here to train. Then Draterion pulled out his handset for the training faculty and found the page over "What training faculty's are there?"

1. <> how fast can you destroy 50 targets?

2. <> analyzes your speed in battle.

3.<>Practice strategy here.

He threw the booklet down and sighed as he sat on the bench. All he ever did was sigh these days.

[Argumail 0]

Argumail came from the simulation. His trench coat swayed as he put one arm though. He put on his hat that looked like a fedora. The bloodlust feeling was coming up and need a way to put it down. He was done with simulations he going to do some hunt. He walk away from the door as fast as could. His red trench coat flapped in the wind and his crimson fedora almost fell off his head. He turned the last corner bumped into a bench a guy was sitting.

[Draterion 0]

Draterion knew the man was by him; he heard the foot steps. However, he had his jacket covering his head. Slowly Draterion dequip his jacket, then turned towards the man and sent the strangest thing for some reason: a duel request. Perhaps he wanted a friend? That was a way to make one.

[Argumail 0]

A duel? Argumail smiled, How.... Riveting! Argumail found a source of enterainment but, he was looking for something with more hunting. He clicked the accept button, because it was one hit how long could it take to be defeated or win. He smiled villianously revealing his bloodstained fangs. Lets begin! Shall we?

[Draterion 0]

Draterion's virtual body began to dissolve than appeared in a dueling stadium, as the countdown began from 60.

59,

58,

57,

The numbers formed above them. Draterion unsheathed his two-hand long sword as he eyed the enemy carefully, finding himself a good battle pose. He tilted his head up again

44,

43,

42,

"I'm gonna win," Draterion screamed aloud.

[Argumail 0]

Argumail smiled and unsheathed his longsword. He noticed that his enemy possessed a Claymore

That would a problem if it was a fight to almost deathu

But in this fight quick is better. May the best man win Argumail whispered toBut his blood is mine!

20

19

18

[Draterion 0]

5

4

3

2

1

The stadium turned into aloud roar as the countdown ended and Draterion dived forward, preparing for a big hit. Draterion held the blade in two hands over his head, waiting for his arm to feel it.... Now! he slammed down his blade at the enemy player, trying to keep steady at the same time. Leaving a deep scar , hopefully, the duel was finally over.

(Ooc-sorry, accdentaly posted as my alt. Yes, GreyJoy is my alt.)

[Argumail 0]

Argumail tried to block side step but he saw a better chance a side step stab. So he did so towards the throat. This would be victory if he could avoid a block. It was so fast though, how could he.