Savio meets the third teacher of the Iron Fist School
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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
The young man was nervous, the look in the woman’s eyes were predatory. What had he gotten himself into? She looked to be as strong as a Syliran Knight but he highly doubted that she was as honorable as they. She looked like she could easily behead a man if he looked at her the wrong way, and not feel the slightest bit of remorse. To be frank, Revy was petching scary. But he didn’t want to show his fear to her. She already seemed to think that he was a weakling. Well, he kinda was but that was beside the point.
Savio watched closely as Revy walked over to the weapon rack and selected a weapon from it; it appeared to be a long sword. Savio looked downed at his short Gladius and silently became worried. How was he going to get past Revy’s extended reached with his sword? He would have to use skills outside of his weapon. Would that be dishonest? She didn’t look like the type to pull her punches, so using all of his abilities might be necessary.
Savio took a deep breath before moving into an offensive stance; he then rushed forward with a slash towards the woman’s neck before pulling back and attacking again with a thrust towards her lower abdomen. He wanted to show her what he knew, but also show her that he wanted to learn.
The woman couldn't help but smirk as she saw a glance of regret flashing over her prey's eyes. Apparently he realized he bit off more then he could chew. Well... he did actually. After all, Revy had well over seventy-five seasons of experience now. But.... was he getting scared now? Maybe she should add a little more to make sure he'd be even MORE scared. "Time to break some bones, I guess.", she said and smirked after.
And then the man... well if you could call this kid a man, started his attack....... It was obvious.... by FAR too obvious what he was planning. If you wanted to attack, you needed to keep your intent hidden long enough so it would come as an actual surprise. It was gonna be so easy to counter this attack, so she just swung her sword hard, using only her left hand, at his and knocked it away, though not disarming him. It created the perfect gap for her to plant her fist in his face if he wasn't fast enough.
Even if the punch didn't connect, she backed off and started to cackle. "You call that an attack? It's so obvious and open that I can't even take it seriously. Come on, is that all you've been taught? If so.... you should at least know how to use it better right? Come on, show me your bloodlust, your intent to win. Show me that you hate to lose.", she taunted him. It clearly showed how light Revy was making of Savio. Couldn't he at least be a little bit of a challenge? It was so boring she even yawned once.
Savio had underestimated her abilities. She was not like Bones at all, and if it hadn’t been for his honed reflexes he would have been kissing her fist. But instead, he quickly ducked and kicked out with his strong legs in a sweeping motion to uproot her balance. He had learned from Bones and Ximal that he should never give his opponent time to regroup and/or recover.
Whether or not the attack landed, he would move with the kick and roll his body until he was able to smoothly get his footing and stand back up and out of harm’s way. He would instantly fall back into a defensive stance, with his sword held at an angle to be ready to deflect on coming attack.
This woman’s attitude irked Savio like no other had been able to do so before. By nature, the young man was calm and layed back, and never had much of a temper. He almost never got mad, but Revy was pushing him. Her words stung and he was tired of being reminded of how weak he was.
“Enough is enough! I don’t need your insults to remind me of weak I am!” Savio’s heart was racing and his blood felt like it was starting to boil.
The mercenary was able to deduct the most logical follow up from a dodge by ducking and thus jumped out of the way, just before Savio was able to connect his kick to her lower legs. "Hmm? The kid has a good reaction. Maybe there is some hope for him. If only he was not such an idiot with the blade.", she thought to herself. "Let's see... should I toy some more or just finish..... nah, I'm gonna keep toying with this brat. He'll make a mistake sooner or later."
The defensive stance the young man took, was... almost gapless... if he knew how to react to each different strike. Most likely he didn't, or he woudln't have the speed for it. And then.. he suddenly lashed out with words. "Oh my oh my, the little boy is getting angry. What should I do, oh what should I do? Hmmm... I'll just keep toying around. After all... there's no way such a young little hothead without any skill with his blade can hit me. Don't you agree, little man?", she again taunted him.
"Keep in mind, little kid. If you are foolish enough to make a mistake... I'll be punishing you for it hard. Are you prepared for broken bones?", she asked without a hint of compassion in her voice. It was as if she was talking to a little kid needing education... well, in Revy's eyes, this guy needed that. "Also... be prepared, because here I come.", she then said as she leaped at him.
And there it came. A strike aimed straight at his kneecaps. The mercenary would be as Savio's left side, swinging in the sword with her left hand. It was a bit of a pain that she didn't have a shield at the moment, because that way she could've hidden her attack for a much longer time. Another unfortunate thing was that there were almost no objects around, nor any sand. The only dirty tricks she had up her sleeve were low blows. Blows at the more sensitive spots. No matter if the attack connected or not, she'd swing it back, straight for the guy's back head.
Savio’s stone grey eyes were narrowed, and his face was a slight shade of red from the temper that was building up inside him. His more logical side knew that she was purposely goading him, but that didn’t mean his brain was fully focused on logic. He wanted to prove this woman wrong. She had no right to insult him like that!
She rushed him then, attempting to take him off guard. He would have ben too, if he hadn’t been expecting something like that. Revy seemed to like to break the rules, so Savio needed to be prepared for anything. He turned his wooden gladius to redirect Revy’s blow, much like how Bones had shown him yesterday. But he wasn’t fast enough to dodge the blow to the back of his head.
It connected with a loud thunk and Savio was knocked down to his knees. The minor concussion he had received from Ximal was not fully healed and for a few ticks, his vision went black as abysmal pain consumed his very being. Savio held his head with his free hand but had enough sense to turn his body to face Revy with his weapon at the ready to defend himself once more. But getting up from the ground was not an option at the moment. Even moving around as he did made him dizzy. Fainting was a real threat at that moment but he fought off the urge to give in to the tempting siren song of unconsciousness. He didn’t want to give Revy that satisfaction.
Oh? It seemed as if this guy was nailed to the ground by that single blow to his head. She didn't hit him that hard, so why didn't he get up? Was he actually getting scared now? Oh man, the joy she had from tormenting him. She couldn't even suppress her evil grin, nor the glint in her eyes. This guy was a proper toy. She'd love to 'play' some more with him. "Oh my oh my, mister confidence is scared shykeless. He doesn't even dare to stand up anymore. Do you even think that I'd take pity on you? Because if so..", she said as she was slowly walking towards him. "You're rather mistaken."
She stopped only a few inches outside of his reach, even if he did lunge at her. Whatever this guy would do, Revy would make sure to take enough steps back, so that even a lunge attack would fall short. There she stood, towering over him. What oh what should she do to him now? Would it be an idea to hit the wrist in an attempt to disarm him and kick his ribcage, or would it be better to do a feint and go for the crotch. Hmm, choices choices....
No wait, she knew what she was going to do and it was neither of them. Her grin got something utterly demonic as she looked down on he prey. "This is over, you know.", she said as she slashed down aiming for Savio's right shoulder, knowing full well that he was going to attempt either a block or deflect. It didn't matter as she used her free hand to grab his wrist and drive her knee into his now unprotected stomach. If she was successful, she'd let go and walk behind him, only to drive her foot between his legs, right for a male's weakest spot.
Savio glared up at Revy, he almost…hated her… And he had never hated a single person in his life. But this person had easy found herself on that newly created list. “I’m not scared of you,” was all Savio said. His previous fear had dissipated-no… It hadn’t fully gone away, but was instead fueling Savio’s building anger. He felt it deep inside himself, like a boiling pit within his belly. He might be down and in pain, but he was not out. He had the wait though. Wait for the right moment.
She then stopped, and he watched her with hate filled eyes. His chin was held up in rebellion. She seemed to be examining him… Calculating another insult or some devious was to hurt him more, Savio didn’t know. But what he did know that he didn’t like the wicked smile that continued to grace her lips.
Savio kept his eyes on her, his gaze was not wavering even though his head was pounding like it was being used as an anvil. Then the moment Savio had been waiting for, Revy moved to slash down at Savio with her wooden long sword. Savio flung himself back into a backwards tumble, which he then skillfully uses to get to his feet. His balance was unstable, and he even gaged from how dizzy he was.
His Gladius was still held ready in his hand, and one eye was closed from the force it took to ignore the painful throbbing in his head. He wasn’t going to go down on his knees. But he knew that it was just a matter of time before he was unconscious since his vision was starting to fade in and out. He wasn’t aware of how the color of his skin was starting to drain from his face.
Darnit, she hadn't expected the guy to leap back like that. But it seemed to have taken it's toll. While he did stand..... it didn't seem like he was able to hold it for long. He even had one eye closed. Did that one hit to the back of his head really do that much damage? He was rather weak if it did. But now Revy was a little pissed. She had hoped to be able to kick his nuts at least.
Instead of the sadistic joyful face the woman carried earlier, she now wore one devoid of emotion. Even her eyes gave off a hollow feeling and the bloodlust she had shown earlier.... seemed to have vanished. She was gonna finish this right here and now. She suddenly leaped forward and low to the ground. She left her sword dragging behind her, yet at the same time ready to strike.
And then when she almost came within reach, she suddenly rose, slashing her sword upward. However, she didn't stop her charge at the man and slightly jumped upwards, launching herself at the guy. This time she was faster, much faster then before and much more focused. If Savio had attempted to sidestep, she'd instead let herself drop, sliding into his ankles. Either way, after having hit him, she'd quickly stand back up and step over him, putting her sword to his throat, saying "Come challenge me again. I'll beat you shykeless again then."
When the woman realized what Savio had done, her expression completely changed. It went from being giddy to…nothing at all. That concerned Savio the most, because it meant that she was serious now. He had ruined her fun and now she was serious about hurting him.
Savio knew that there was no way he could dodge her a final time as she started to rush him again. She was too fast and he was too unfocused, so he gritted his teeth and held his Gladius at the ready. He felt rather than saw her sword crash into his own, disarming him and throwing him back onto the ground on his back.
He could hear his gladius get flung to the other side of the room as his back connected with the wooden floor. He grunted behind his clinched teeth, and his eyes had squeezed shut when he hit floor. When he opened his eyes once again he looked up at the woman and she had the tip of her wooden long sword pointed at his throat. Savio narrowed his eyes at her but kept silent. The next time he challenged her, he intended on being the one with his weapon pointed at the woman’s throat. But he wanted to become stronger before he did that.
Lores: Weapons Make Everything Weird, Evil Trip Lady Cackles Madly: Isn't This A Proverb Somewhere?, Revy The Sadistic Longsword Mistress, Smile And The World Punches Your Stupid Teeth Out, Training With Concussion Bad!, Never Give Up, Revenge... Revenge!
Items and Consequences: Repute: Northern Quarter +4. Savio can no longer remember exactly what part of Syliras he grew up in. If Savio is struck in the head again in the next two weeks, his life will be in jeapordy.
Revy :
Skill
XP Awarded
Stealth
1
Teaching
1
Intimidation
1
Weapon: Longsword
2
Tactics
2
Torture
1
Lores: Leather Or Leather?, Screwing With Rookies, Savio Cazzola The Pansy Student, Petch All Men, Except Do Not; Ximal Shall Be Beaten Half To Death With Substandard Weaponry, Batting A Nice Boy Toy Around, Man-B**** Won't Bend Over
Items and Consequences: Repute: Southern Quarter -5. The next time Revy enters the Southern Quarter, a shingle will fall and hit her square on the head.
Ooh! That's going to hurt... Revy, why you so darn mean, eh?
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