RP:Lesson Eight in Aramoth's Temple

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Part of the Requiem Nocturnus Arc


Temple Balcony

Kasyr is presently sitting upon the balconys ledge, legs dangling over the side as he peers out at the horizon. Besides the Kensai rests a single sheathed Katana, though as opposed the the vampires normal weapon, this one exudes neither malignant intent nor magic.


Satoshi rests beside the kensai, leaning against one of the few intact sections of railing lining the balcony. An occasional glance strays to the seemingly mundane katana accompanying him, curiosity in her eyes as much as her voice, "Not your usual choice of toy today, hm?"


Kasyr gives the feline a sidelong glance, than merely shrugs- his gaze for the most part focused upon the distance, curious as to what secrets and threats might be hidden off in the distance. It's only when he's decided that the view is not going to surrender its' hidden wonders to him in any sort of timely fashion that he responds, "I figured it might be wiser to use a weapon that does not threaten to sever tu in half with the ease that my normal choice might."


Kasyr gives the feline a sidelong glance, than merely shrugs- his gaze for the most part focused upon the distance, curious as to what secrets and threats might be hidden off in the distance. It's only when he's decided that the view is not going to surrender its' hidden wonders to him in any sort of timely fashion that he responds, "I figured it might be wiser to use a weapon that does not threaten to sever tu in half with the ease that my normal choice might."


Satoshi idly kicks her legs to tap out a little tune when her heels knock against the railing's columns while the kit leans back at a dangerous angle, threatening to drop herself into empty air over the balcony's side. Balancing that way, she grins up at Kasyr and gives a twitch of whiskers. "Aha~, another dancing lesson, then~? Can I use Asorial instead of Ko'tar?"


Kasyr scrutinizes the feline for a few long moments, before simply pushing off from the balcony and spinning to face Satoshi. The katana, a nameless but effective piece of craftmanship, is simply retrieved and slung over the Kensais shoulder, "Et bien, whilst I am not so familiar with that weapon of yours, I can hardly begrudge you attempting to refine yourself with a multitude of arnaments."


Satoshi pulls herself upright once more before slipping off the railing in a fluid motion. Wearing a whisker-curling grin, the magus bounces on the balls of her feet and looks all too eager for another dance with the kensai. "I don't get to -fight- when I use Ko'tar, is why~. It so hates fighting," is the explanation before Asorial finds its way into her one-handed grasp in a glacial burst of blackened ice, the scythe shifted to rest upon Satoshi's shoulder in a mimicked fashion to the kensai's katana.


Kasyr tips the katana off of his shoulder, the sheathe allowing him to catch it mid-air with an awaiting index and middle finger- a quick motion of his hand bringing it into a spin around those digits before his hand glides up to catch it just beneath the sheathe and draw it down to his hip. From there, the Kensai merely hunchs forward and waits. "Ladies first."


Satoshi said, "Always with the leading~. Tsk." Right foot sliding back, the kit slips the scythe from her shoulder and dips forward slightly, willing herself to fall into the mindset that allows her to think without magic at the forefront of her reactions. A moment more is spent watching and waiting, making certain the kensai isn't intending to take the lead after all, and then Asorial is flicked forward abruptly, its curved edge aimed to snake around Kasyr's ankle to uproot his balance with a twist of the blade. Hit or miss, the scythe is given another violent twist then to bring it swinging upward in a quicksilver arc meant to slash the kensai from feet to ears--or drive him back, so the kit can gain some space between herself and the edge of the balcony, she'll happily take either option. "You owe me a dance you lead with, then~."


Kasyr s' gaze follows the scythes arc, the Kensai side stepping -towards- the curved blade so that Satoshi has less time to adjust the weapon, his body shifting into a tucked roll to bring himself safely over the weapon. With one hand still weaponless, he's more than capable of halting himself upon the balcony- a brusque shove of his hand bringing him bounding back to his feet. And not a moment too soon, given Asorials returning arc. Rather than risk a dicey encounter with the wicked weapon, the Revenant instead chooses to hop back from the scythes edge- the brusque interposition of his still sheathed sword serving well enough as an improvised barrier to Satoshis assault. Wrinkling his nose at the chunk of sword and sheathe that depart -with- Asorial, the figment merely resumes his former crouched posture- though this time its' accompanied by movement. Hurried steps take him across the length of the balcony in but a few moments, by which point that sheathed blade is thrust towards the foxes stomach hilt first- intending upon winding her, if only to grant him an extra moment as the blade is briefly drawn back- so that his non weapon wielding hand can fall upon the pommel and draw it out as swiftly and forcefully as he can. Directly into his wifes stomach, should she not evade- with the secondary attempt at a hilt thrust to be accompanied by the weapon being drawn upwards in a reverse grip- threatening to carve a nasty gash up along her chest and face should she not withdraw in time. "I can take the lead any time~"


Satoshi allows herself a, "By Sven's balls" curse stolen from the wizard when her husband charges, her body already twisting aside in reflex to the sudden movement. The first hilt thrust connects, but the sound of metal crunching against stone marks the point of impact as being Satoshi's long dead right arm, specifically the lower half that's been petrified by a vengeful Gray dragon's breath. She has been winded as Kasyr had hoped, but he still gets the time he was intending to buy as Satoshi half-stumbles, half-shuffles back from the impact and brings Asorial forward defensively. With the flat of the scythe bared and her body braced against it, the magus takes refuge behind Asorial while the glacial metal is left to endure the blunt force of the second thrust and the high-pitched screech of the katana scouring along its side with the follow-up slash. When Kasyr reaches the height of his swing, Satoshi retaliates, throwing her weight against the scythe's flat side to force it into something of a shield-bash against Kasyr. She's not exactly expecting to bowl him over with her meager weight, but a moment of imbalance is all she needs to twist the scythe around and send it lashing out in a hissing arc for his midsection. And hey, driving him closer to the drop off the balcony is a bonus, in most cases.


Kasyr does take a step back from the felines attempt to get 'breathing' room- though her maneuver does not entirely work as intended. After all, whilst the vampires sword arm has been set askew by her clever counter- that sheathe still lies present within his offhand. Abusing the lack of start-up momentum the feline can muster, and his own proximity, the Kensai twists his body towards the weapon- sheathe baring arm hastily interposed into the haft of the scythe so as to spare him from a particular bit of weightloss he's not ready for. The sheathe on the other hand, cracked from its' prior venture, decides to protest the abuse set against it by developing a number of fractures all along its' body. Its' job has been served however, the vampre regaining his balance long enough to offer the Kitsune a swift series of needling pokes towards her mid section.


Kasyr likely doesn't have to mention that Satoshi won't appreciate the point of this needling, given she'll be hard pressed to get a word in edge wise with the katana.


Satoshi most certainly doesn't get the chance to get a word in--unless you count growls and squeaks of pain as 'words', that is--until she's able to backpedal back out of Kasyr and his chatty katana's reach. By that point she glares down at the series of holes riddling the front of her coat, voicing a whistle to freeze the wounds shut before too much blood can leak out. "One of these days, I'll manage to get first blood at least half the time." Voicing complaints is the Sato way of earning a few moments to gather herself and her scattered thoughts.


Kasyr offers Satoshi a wry smile, the all but broken sheathe balanced upon the palm of his non weapon-wielding hand, "It was fairly close, cherie- I wasn't actually certain if I could block that. Speaking of which.."A hand that was until that moment trying to retain the equilibrium of the sheathe juts upwards, sending the item spiraling end over end for a few moments before his sword comes whistling through the air to carve through it- the kinetic force that's imparted in the impact more than enough to finish breaking the item and send a hopefully distracting rain of shrapnel in the felines direction. Whether she Should retaliate to that particular manuever or not, he's going to be quickly darting in so as to press his blade into the haft of her weapon and slide it down towards her- in an attempt to force her to relinquish her weapon, and create a nice spray of sparks by virtue of friction so as to make the Foxkit jumpy. "Call it quits if tu want a break."


Satoshi has played the distraction game with Kasyr one too many times to be completely reeled in by the shrapnel downpour, and while she does once more take shelter behind her scythe's flat to avoid the splinters, she likewise shifts her footing to brace herself for the signature charge and impact that the kensai typically follows up with. What she isn't expecting, however, is the spark-inducing move to disarm her that comes next. Under the combination of that surprise and the biting sting of loathed static, Asorial is released to clatter to the floor as desired. Satoshi glances down at the weapon fleetingly, a look of dismay on her face, before without warning she dives forward, quite intent upon using her smaller and lighter frame to slip past the kensai's weapon in a tuck and roll between his legs to come up behind him--hopefully with his tail firmly in her grasp as an unpleasant surprise upon his trying to turn around. She's asking for it now, but at least she isn't calling it quits?


Satoshi said, "Yoink."


Kasyr can't help but grin at the reaction, if only due to his wifes brave and quick witted response to being faced with something reminiscent of what she fears. Still, its' the feeling of her fingers upon his tail that betrays her as rather than turn around, the Kensai simply draws his tail taut- every intention of using the resistance to pinpoint her relative direction so that he can fall back onto her, trenchcoat included of course. Moreover, his sword wielding hand now presses pommel first into his other hand so that he might be able to drive his elbow into the poor mage without skewering himself. It also lets him recover relatively quickly as, hit or miss, he can simply plant the Katana into the balcony and force himself back up to his feet.


Satoshi is -not- sticking around when the kensai doesn't reflexively turn to follow her dive, and it's with a haphazard scramble--and a parting yank of that calico tail for good measure--that she hurries to avoid his dangerously heavy form before she can be caught beneath it and that elbow-drive. One of her tails isn't quite so lucky in escaping, but aside from a yelp and some unpleasant bruising to come later, the kit slips away unharmed. While Kasyr rights himself with the aid of the katana, Satoshi uses the stolen moments to coax Asorial back into her hand, tighten her grip, and promptly charge right back into the fray with a rapid series of hacks, slashes, jabs, and feints arranged in a decidedly wild dance and all aimed at the kensai. By this point, she doesn't care -what- she hits, so long as she can draw some blood already.


Kasyr barely has time to wrench the katana free of the balcony before Satoshis' upon him. Reflexively his arm darts out to intercept the first of her many attacks, the Katana moved to meet the sinful scythe in as it arches- and yet, therein lies the problem. Though the impact manages to knock askew that initial strike, the meeting of mystical 'steel' with mundane metal finishes the job on the already damaged Katana. For a few fleeting futile moments, Kasyr does his utmost to use the broken remains of the blade that reside just above the hilt- and yet without the length needed to properly redirect his wifes blade it proves lacking, forcing the Kensai into an awkward path of backsteps towards the edge of the Balcony. Desperation leads him to begin quickly intersecting his empty gloved hand in the path of the blade, mithril mesh used to divert the scythe so that the cuts, gouges and slices it begins to wreak through both trenchcoat and flesh are far more shallow than they ought to be- hopefully providing the Kensai enough time to manifest a gauntlet shaped Gospel around his formerly empty hand so that he can slam the remains into Asorial to hopefully set Satoshi off balance- where a quick step inward hopefully grants the ability to snap out a quick punch towards Satoshis face. Expecting some form of defense, the strike itself ends abruptly, Kasyr simply dropping the broken Katana so that he can duck down and promptly unleash a veritable barrage of punches into the foxkits gut.


Satoshi's dancing assault comes to an abrupt end with Gospel's appearance, as much because the gauntlet catches and halts Asorial in mid-strike as well as the kit holding a healthy level of caution for that insidious item. It's that falter and rising caution that allows Satoshi to flinch and shrink away from the uncoming punch, her bracer'd left arm brought between fist and face defensively while her body curls inward. Positioned as she is, her right arm suffers Kasyr's follow-up attack, and while the limb of stone and ice lacks nerves to feel pain with, the concussive force that travels through the makeshift shield is more than enough to knock Satoshi into an unsteady backpedal. Stumbling, the kit swings out in a blind and haphazard slash with Asorial, not quite aiming at Kasyr as much as flailing to catch her balance, but the chance for the scythe to take a swipe across his torso is still present.


Kasyr cuts it close, his already low posture falling into a swift forward slide upon his knees- narrowly bring him underneath Asorials swipe at the cost of one and a half of his ears. Alas, beyond a grimace and a hiss for his perky and now severed companions, Kasyr can't waste time lamenting- his hands reaching forth with the momentum generated by his slide to grasp at Satoshis' ankles so he can abruptly hurl her tug her feet upwards and towards him. Hopefully, he could both steal her balance from him, and get her close enough so that he can grab onto Asorial with Gospel-As-a-Gauntlet, while his other hand pops forward towards her face, the strike hurtling forth if only to stop just in front of her nose.


Satoshi has only just gotten her footing back when it's rudely yank out from under her, sending her crashing backwards painfully against the frozen floor and Asorial skittering away across the stones. The kit is left seeing stars after the back of her head strikes the ground, but when it's an incoming fist that greets her return to sight... she'd rather take the stars back. Resistance comes in the form of a useless flinch, eyes shut tight, and a strangely dulcet squeak of fright, but when the impact doesn't happen, oh-so-warily Satoshi crackes open an eyelid to peek up at the kensai and his fist just inches from her nose. Apparently flashfreezing her flesh and blood into a rock-solid state hadn't been necessary after all, and with a soft sound she dispels the iceskin enchantment so that she can offer a crooked, apologetic grin to her husband. "I give..?"


Kasyr gives Satoshi a look, before quietly murmuring, "Maybe a bit louder. I'm having trouble hearing tu." The fist is withdraw however, though the vampires' still keeping her nice and pinned.


Satoshi murmurs, "I -said-," she reaches up to take hold of his scarf so that she can tug him down closer. If he's going to keep her pinned, he'll have to be the one to move, "I give." Which is promptly followed up by a fierce kiss, meant both to apologize and distract the kensai so that she can creep her hand up to his marred ears and begin coaxing a bit of soothing chill upon them with her peculiar brand of healing.


Kasyr would tell Satoshi that delightful kisses and the remedying of ears is a lousy way to get him to move from the spot he's in- but he's more than content to reveal this fact to her in the form of a hungry kiss settled upon her lips, as he simply gets comfortable against her.


Satoshi isn't complaining. But she might have to give Kasyr a vampiric nip or two as payback for those horribly cruel punch feints.


Kasyr exits down.


Satoshi reows?