[ Another challenger decked out in armor. Except this time this one was adorned in a very graceful looking set, highlighted by royal blue patterning. The armor clinks less like protective sheets of metal and more like soothing chimes in his ears. Armed with an equally beautiful and powerful looking sword, he doesn't know the foggiest thing about this person. Except for one solitary fact. ]
Good enough.
[ She was a knight. Through and through. The presence of the petite yet charismatic combatant has others murmuring and beginning to gather. Granting the two ample amount of space, now word is spreading of another face-off between skilled fighters. Younglings watch with awe behind the legs of their guardians and instructors. Though ever since Saber stepped up to the plate, the excitement around Cloud has waned slightly. If only because she's become the center of attention; thanks Charisma rank B.
Cloud studies her with deep blue eyes. Her dress is adorned in a way that leaves very little openings, guarding all the vital areas while, assumingly, leaving her available to perform swiftly. If there are any holes in her style? He won't know till their blades do the talking. Speaking of which?
He finally draws his. Compared to the Buster Sword or current Fusion Sword he came to this world with, the brown blade he wields is not as large. There's little attachment to it, but so long as it's in his hands? He'll use it to the damnest of his abilities. There may be healers on hand in case things go south, but somehow, looking at Artoria, he somehow feels both parts anxious and safe. What's this sense of virtue he's feeling? ]
Do you have any terms?
[ Of course, Cloud's not in this for a kill or maiming. His win conditions during training tend to revolve around lethal strikes (stopping short of connecting) and blows that ground his opponents. ]
no subject
Good enough.
[ She was a knight. Through and through. The presence of the petite yet charismatic combatant has others murmuring and beginning to gather. Granting the two ample amount of space, now word is spreading of another face-off between skilled fighters. Younglings watch with awe behind the legs of their guardians and instructors. Though ever since Saber stepped up to the plate, the excitement around Cloud has waned slightly. If only because she's become the center of attention;
thanks Charisma rank B.Cloud studies her with deep blue eyes. Her dress is adorned in a way that leaves very little openings, guarding all the vital areas while, assumingly, leaving her available to perform swiftly. If there are any holes in her style? He won't know till their blades do the talking. Speaking of which?
He finally draws his. Compared to the Buster Sword or current Fusion Sword he came to this world with, the brown blade he wields is not as large. There's little attachment to it, but so long as it's in his hands? He'll use it to the damnest of his abilities. There may be healers on hand in case things go south, but somehow, looking at Artoria, he somehow feels both parts anxious and safe. What's this sense of virtue he's feeling? ]
Do you have any terms?
[ Of course, Cloud's not in this for a kill or maiming. His win conditions during training tend to revolve around lethal strikes (stopping short of connecting) and blows that ground his opponents. ]