"I finished the inspection," Sir Griffon declared with frankly unnecessary gravitas after making the rounds inside the small Purple Zone. "I've found no anomalies that could prevent the comncent of the Arbitration. Do you have any objections?"
It took Josh a solid second to realize he was talking to him, but then he hastily shook his head.
"Erm, no, nothing. It can certainly comnce and whatnot."
The Griffon Knight apparently wasn't fully satisfied with his response, yet didn't dwell on it and turned to us instead. As the most senior Knight present, in both anings of the word, he was given more or less full reign as far as setting up the Arbitration was concerned, and he took his sweet ti inspecting every tree and clump of grass around the clearing. I didn't really mind, as I was planning to drag things out a little anyway, and as for my opponent...
"Are you certain you thought this through? You can get hurt really bad! I-I an, I wouldn't hurt you on purpose, of course, but this is serious, you know?"
Simply put, she was waaay more nervous than , and considering that she was the one who threw down the gauntlet at , unexpectedly reluctant.
"Why didn't you think of that before you challenged him to a duel then?"
Josh's snide, but otherwise perfectly reasonable, comnt earned him a fiery glare as Miss Unicorn crossed her arms and exhaled a throaty groan.
"This has nothing to do with you! It's a matter between the two of us!"
"I'd say I'm plenty involved, considering I had to co out here into the cold to witness this overblown sibling quarrel of yours."
"Youuu...! Keep this up, and I might just teach you so manners!" she hissed with a hand on the poml of her weapon, and oddly enough my friend responded with a devil-may-care smirk.
"You keep this up, and I might just take you on."
"Slow down a bit, cowboys. How about you resolve this after we're done here?"
Both of them huffed at more or less in unison, but they also stopped heckling each other, so I considered that conversation over. Since the opportunity presented itself, I used the montary lull to Far Glance around a little, and once I concluded that things were proceeding relatively smoothly, I turned to the increasingly impatient man quietly staring at us from the side.
"How about we get started? My witness is right about the cold, and we still have a long evening ahead of us."
"I can imagine," Sir Griffon noted, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of smug satisfaction about the fact that no matter what he imagined, he was in for a surprise. Insert ominous cackling here. More importantly, after a long beat, the man also glanced between and my alleged sister and added, "I expect you to explain the reason behind this Arbitration in detail."
"No, we can't do that!" Miss Unicorn interjected in a spell of panic. "E-Even after I defeat Leo, we cannot talk about it! Never!"
"After you defeat him? Confident, aren't you?" Josh quipped on the side, and when the girl simply nodded, he let out a jaunty little whistle and turned to . "You know what? I'm actually starting to see the family resemblance."
I simply rolled my eyes at him in lieu of a proper answer, eliciting a couple of chuckles from the guy. Seriously now, where did all that prior nervousness go? Or maybe this was his coping chanism? Either way, it wasn't important at the mont, and after a second of silent consideration, I gestured for Miss Unicorn to follow after . She complied, if reluctantly, and we made our way to the middle of the clearing, leaving our witnesses to observe us from the side.
"As the witness of the challenger, I swear that I've found no obstacles or any circumstances that would interfere with the process of fair Arbitration."
After saying so, he turned to Josh, and it once again took the guy several seconds to realize it was his turn and hurriedly proclaim, "Sa here. No problems whatsoever."
"If so, then let the Arbitration comnce. Are the participants ready?"
"I, Penelope Pendragon, am ready to undergo Arbitration."
When she said that, the already present ambient magical light around her went up a notch, and I could once again feel the sa light heartburn as when she challenged . I figured that was probably aningful, so I promptly nodded along.
"I'm also ready for the Arbitration."
The uncomfortable warmth in my chest imdiately vanished, but before I could breathe out a sigh of relief, it was replaced by a new unpleasant sensation that kind of felt like my entire upper torso was being constricted by one of those scary oversized snakes. It only lasted for a short while, after which the extra enchanted lights died down, leaving us in tense, deafening silence.
I used the montary lull to observe the conditions of the battleground for one last ti. The clearing was fairly spacious, about twenty ters in diater, with an irregular shape. There wasn't exactly a clear periter either, as the trees at the edge were spaced loosely. The ground itself was mostly level, and the ninja maids apparently liked gardening as well, as even though we were at the tail end of autumn, there wasn't a single fallen leaf on the ground.
More importantly, while it was no longer raining, the grass was still wet and the soil a bit loose, so I made a ntal note to pay attention to my footing. The lighting conditions were... pretty bad, to be honest, but bearing in mind that the armor on my opponent was literally glowing (at least to my eyes), I doubted I could lose track of her in the purple twilight even if I tried.
All of these things only took a second to consider, during which my opponent made no move at all. In fact, she still had her sword sheathed. So did I, now that I thought about it, but in my case I was planning on playing a defensive ga, so I would've really preferred if she made the first move.
Now, the simplest way to get her moving was to taunt her, but how should I go about it? Now, if I was an arrogant young master type, I could say sothing like, 'Hah! Your Kung fu is weak! You're courting death! I will give you face and let you make three moves! Sothing-sothing face slapping your ancestors!'
...
Yes, I've only skimd so popular Chinese books in preparation for the Asian Draconians coming over, what of it? More importantly, that didn't sound like at all. How about a more western approach? Sothing along the lines of 'Co, you cur! Your mother was a European swallow! Now, co at , or I shall taunt you a second ti! Sothing-sothing elderberries!'
...
What? So what if most of my knowledge about how knights talked had more to do with Monthy Python than troubadour tales? I sincerely doubted researching the latter would've made sound any better. I have a terrible French accent anyway.
Okay, so fancy taunting was off the table, how about sothing simple, like...
"So, are you coming or are we going to stand here all night?"
"Hey! I just wanted to say that!" I complained and pulled out my sword before facing my quippy opponent with it.
Miss Unicorn solemnly acknowledged my comnt and wielded her blade as well, taking an aggressive stance by pointing the tip at and lowering her center of gravity.
"Get ready. Here I co!"
Oh, she actually warned before she ca at . How nice. More importantly, I readied myself by shifting my posture and focused my attention on her feet. I expected a long beat to raise the tension, but she didn't play along with the trope and lunged forward at once. I was half a breath faster though and stepped forth first. Honestly, after all that buildup, I expected sothing flashier for the first move, but that was probably just the ta-awareness speaking.
By spying on her sparring matches with Sir Griffon, I've learned she preferred to use the physical boost given by the Knight gear to bounce around her opponent to try to catch them in their blind spot. As such, plan one was to stick close to her and not give her the opportunity to widen the distance, and then slowly wear her down. It was a sound plan, at least in theory, which of course ant it probably wouldn't work, but I had the ti to experint, so I figured I might as well give it a go.
I stepped forth, ready to intercept her incoming charge… at which point she let out a startled yep and imdiately tried to change the direction of her thrust. I waited for my dodging-reflexes to kick in, but when I got no forewarning whatsoever, I imdiately halted my movent and set my feet. A blink of an eye later, she was right in front of , the tip of her blade sailing past my right shoulder by a huge margin. However, unlike , Miss Unicorn didn't consider the terrain before she made her charge, and with the combination of her last-minute swerve and the slick ground, she continued to barrel towards in the company of another panicked yelp.
I, of course, already set my feet in preparation to parry her, so when she collided into , I instinctively braced myself and pushed back with my full body weight. Predictably enough, she bounced off with a series of tallic clanks and magical sparks, after which she landed on her back with a frankly pathetic 'Nyeh!' noise. Then, silence.
…
Okay, first off, what? Secondly, the hell? Finally, and most importantly, just happened?
After overcoming my initial shock, I glanced down at the sprawled out knightess, and for a mont a cold spike of apprehension lodged itself into my spine as I beheld her. Please, please tell she wasn't knocked out just from that! This whole exercise in chivalrous roleplay was for the express purpose of avoiding an anti-climax; we couldn't have it end like this! This was worse than winning by disqualification!
"Uuuu!"
Oh, thank god! She was actually conscious. Why did I feel like, I dodged a bullet there?
"Are…?" I began, but then my shock-addled grey matter finally managed to sort itself out and forced my mouth shut so hard my teeth clicked. Crap, I almost asked her if she was all right. Focus, Leo. This is supposed to be a big, climactic battle with high stakes and emotions running high! I couldn't risk changing the tone into so lighthearted slapstick, or the dreaded Narrative might decide that this isn't climaxy enough and throw so more crap at us.
So, how do I salvage this? Lending her a hand and restarting the whole duel was the most straightforward option, but that would also shift the tone, so I needed to motivate her to get up on her own. Not only that, but I had to motivate her in general. Based on the first strike's trajectory, it almost felt like she was trying to do one of those clichés when a speedster stops the tip of their blade just a hair's breadth away from their opponent's neck to demonstrate dominance, but when I moved in, she beca afraid that she would stab and lost her balance.
That just wouldn't do. This had to be a proper fight, or we might just end up with another slapstick situation right after this was resolved. As for how I could do that…
"Are you serious, kiddo? Is that really the best you can do?" I purposefully lowered my voice a little to give it a threatening edge. "You make feel like an idiot for worrying about my sister's safety when this is the extent of your resolve."
Now, that did the trick. In a display that felt borderline anatomically improbable, Miss Unicorn rolled to the side and out of the reach of my sword before she sprung to her feet and raised her sword again.
"She's not your sister!" she hissed, but didn't seem to be about to co at yet. "You're my brother!"
"Am I? Does this look like how siblings are supposed to resolve their differences to you?" I provoked her by opening my arms wide and glancing around.
"It's… for your sake!"
"You keep saying that, but is it really? You actively refused to listen to any ti I tried to explain the situation to you."
"Yes, because if I didn't—!"
"You were afraid that you're wrong and I'm right," I cut in with my best angry growl, "and so you decided to try and resolve things with violence, because you were sure you're stronger than ."
"N-No… that's not—"
"Then what? Admit it kiddo; you were sure that I wouldn't dare to accept your challenge and I would sheepishly comply with your demands, didn't you? You never really expected I would put my money where my mouth is, and now you're getting cold feet."
"No, I just don't want to hurt you!"
"There you go again!" I thundered, and I was surprised to find at least a hint of genuine emotion in my own voice. "Hurt ? You? You didn't even have the resolve to strike directly at ! I'm here to put my life on the line to prove my point, and you bloody well take this seriously! You're already a failure as a sibling, so at least don't be a failure as a warrior!"
I might've overreached a little bit with that one, as I could see her eyes open wide through her visor.
"I'm not a failure!" She scread and readied her weapon again. "I'm not! I'm your sister, and I'm doing this to save you!"
"Then shut up and fight!"
To punctuate my point, I raised my sword, and in response to my direct challenge, Miss Unicorn assud another offensive stance, much to my relief. Now, I just had to keep the tension up and her passion burning for a while longer, and we were set. With that intent in mind, I held my sword with both hands and lunged at her. It was only a feint, but she actually fell for it, dodged out of the way, and launched a counter-attack at …
"AAAAARGH!"
…in the company of an anguished cry I could've lived without. The strike she aid at my leg was sharp, and this ti I got a clear warning about it from my dodging senses, so I took a step to the side and then imdiately moved forward to close the gap. It was not a mont too soon, as she was already trying her best to put so distance between us.
"Yes! That's what I'm talking about!"
Realizing there was no reason to stay in character any longer, I shut my mouth and focused on defending myself. It was quite a strange situation, as I was the one pushing, yet at the sa ti I was on the defensive. My earlier prediction was also spot-on, as she continued to do her best to break away from . Our swords t over and over, sending ethereal sparks flying with every contact, and I hated to admit it, but I already had a hard ti keeping up with her. Rinne was right; she was extrely fast and sharp, and even with my reaction ti bolstered and my sixth sense giving an edge, I had to devote my full attention to parrying her blade.
As we got closer to one of the trees loosely surrounding the clearing, she abruptly turned her back to , and before I could capitalize on the opening (not that I would; it was still too early to finish this) she kicked off its trunk. What followed was both neat and sothing that would make a physics teacher cry, as sohow that made her soar over my head and land a fair distance behind . The whole process reminded of a docuntary about grasshoppers. Or maybe trapjaw ants?
She didn't give the chance to rember, as a mont later she was upon again, using a rushing thrust reminiscent of the first move she made today. More importantly, she was getting faster, which was definitely bad news. I parried her strike to the side, sending another cluster of magical sparks cascading through the air, and by the ti I restored my balance, she already pulled back and got ready for another lunge.
Well, so much for sticking close to her and keeping up the pressure. I didn't have high hopes for the tactic to begin with, but I hoped it would last longer than just a couple of exchanges. For the ti being, I firmly planted my feet and decided to turtle down, and while she was still getting progressively quicker, I could still follow her attacks without too much trouble.
"Hya!"
Also, she was making high-pitched noises each ti she struck. I had no idea why. Not even Rinne did that. Speaking of which, I was starting to wonder why Mountain Girl had such a hard ti with her. Even in her full gear, and sufficiently riled up, her attacks were fairly predictable. Like, that was a feint. That's a feint too. Oh, that's an actual strike, but she tried to make it look like a feint and ruined her posture, so I used the opportunity to punish her by whacking her sword down after parrying in, eliciting a pained hiss and forcing her to retreat even further.
Okay, so where was I? Oh, right. Rinne. Now, granted, she wasn't exactly a great duelist, as she was too used to just cutting everything into tiny pieces without any resistance, and the less said about her super-special-aweso nad techniques, the better, but I honestly expected more.
Though again, on second thought, maybe I was the problem? Looking at us from the outside, she was apparently so kind of super-prodigy, while I used to be a third-rate swordsman who got into the Botherhood of Dragon-Bothering through her, so I expected her to be way more overwhelming. However, I not only had my mysterious sixth sense to compensate for her speed-advantage, I was doing a lot of one-on-one training in the past month. As in, a LOT. Like, on average two hours of Dominance training with Brang every night, using an average of six specters. That's around three hundred and sixty hours of training, by my ballpark estimate. That was definitely food for thought.
But back to the duel. There was another feint, so I only lightly batted it away and took a step forward to put so pressure on her, and she imdiately backed away towards the center of the clearing. By the looks of it, she wanted to avoid getting bull-rushed again, but because of this, she had to move much more than I did. That was in my favor, as it ant she would tire out faster. On top of that, I also had better range due to both my size and my longer sword, which ant she had more distance to cover each ti she attacked before she retreated, giving more ti to parry or block her.
To sum it all up, I unexpectedly had way more advantages than I originally thought, and it resulted in a surprisingly even exchange of blows so far. Considering I still had a couple of aces up my sleeve, I was feeling unexpectedly chill, and content to keep the current status quo for as long as her patience allowed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't for long, as after I punished her for another opening the size of the Grand Canyon, she abruptly jumped back a good five ters from a standstill, which was both impressive and another one of those 'makes physicists cry' monts. I didn't know what to expect, so I raised my guard, especially after she let out a high-pitched battle-cry and held her slender sword in both hands. In the anti, the glow of her armor slowly but steadily rose in intensity, and even the grass began to rustle around her feet, which told that the warm-up was officially over and we were getting to the second stage of the duel.
"Here I co, brother!" she exclaid, putting a lot of extra emphasis on the last word. For a mont or three, I sincerely considered whether I should respond, but before I could decide, we were both startled by a thunderous noise coming from our left. Neither of us moved a muscle, but we both sneakily glanced at a nearby tree that fell into the clearing not too far away from us.
"What the hell!?" Josh cried out a mont later and jumped over the fallen tree trunk, followed by Sir Griffon brandishing his saber in one hand and so kind of semi-transparent circular energy shield on the other.
"Continue as you were," the man in the griffon armor told us like there was nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm just going to ask a few questions from this wyrmblood collaborator." He paused here before sending a sharp glance and adding, "I can't interfere right now, but once you're finished, you'll have a lot to answer for, Leonard."
"I told you we'd have a lot to discuss tonight," I told him with a jovial voice, only to get cut short by Josh butting in.
"Seriously, what the actual hell!? This guy almost took my head off!" I turned to my friend and gave him a 'Why did you think I gave you special training?' kind of look, which he may or may not have even seen. "I knew this would happen! I just knew it!"
So did I. I didn't know exactly when, how, or why, but I pretty much expected sothing like this to happen. I an, Josh's the protagonist, right? And you can't exactly have an action-climax without a protagonist, right? And if I didn't take him with , he would probably get entangled in so unrelated conflict sowhere else and I would have to divide my attention again, right? And this way I could give him a leg-up against the obvious opponent at the scene, so that he could score a victory and complete his small character arc after his defeat at the hands of Sahi, right? I'm totally right and not underhanded at all, right? Right. I'm glad we had this talk and we all agreed.
In the anti, Sir Griffon once again brandished his blade, and to Josh's credit, he didn't dwell on the circumstances any longer and imdiately threw one of his usual explody air-balls at the Knight. It was blocked (he had a shield, after all), but it bought Josh enough ti to use another Abyssal spell to give himself so montum and he practically flew into the more densely wooded area outside of the clearing. He was soon followed by a very annoyed Knight, leaving alone with Miss Unicorn.
There was a long mont of… well, not exactly silence, considering the very loud altercation between the two guys nearby, but it was certainly a lull in the duel.
"Aren't you worried about your friend?" the Knight girl suddenly asked without breaking her posture, and I promptly shook my head.
"Nah. He's going to be fine. He has plot armor."
"… He was wearing a school uniform."
One wry look later I let out a shallow sigh, limbered up my shoulders, and told her, "It's an inside joke. You wouldn't understand it even if I explained it to you. But more importantly…"
At this point I took a deep breath and began to circulate my mana in earnest. I don't know if she could see it, feel it, or if she was just reacting to my body language, but my opponent also tightened her grip on her sword.
I waited for her to fully rev up her internal engine, and once we were both eager and mana-saturated, I signaled the continuation of the fight with, "… it's ti for round two!", and our blades clashed, filling the darkness of the Purple Zone with colorless magical sparks once again.
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