"I'm more than confident, you murderer!"
Jigual smirked and ran forward. His speed was amazing for someone his age, for he looked around his late thirties. Bringing his blade up from the ground he did a vertical strike upwards to catch the female off guard. Crystaall successfully blocked the attack, but was taken aback. His strength was almost double her own. She had to attack quick, and not end up in a heated clash of blades. Stepping back and dodging Jigual's next attack, a straightforward dodge, Crystaall struck at the man's back with a single handed downward strike. The man quickly turned to face his opponent and blocked the strike with ease, launching his own at the girl. dodging as well as she could, she leaned to the right, lifting her right arm and swinging it down. Jigual rolled out of the way, got up onto his feet and lunged once more at Crystaall. It was clear she was outmatched in this match. Soon, it turned into a battle she did not want. The two fighters began to strike at each other blatantly. Deflecting and striking, striking and deflecting, the massive room echoed with the clash of blades. Steel against steel. Except Crystaall still had an advantage against the strong man. Even with his hatred, he had yet to notice how much weight Crystaall could throw into her swings. This was due to her cybernetic arms allowing more power to be thrown into the swing. Swing downward, Jigual wasn't even running out of energy, but his panting began to show, as did Crystaall's. Meeting his blade halfway, the two fighters locked blades and began to push their weight into their strike. Knowing it was pointless, both of them jumped back and began to pant more heavily. Wiping his forehead, Jigual grinned even more widely at the hunter.
"To think you could be my equal in battle. I must say I'm impressed, but it ends here. Your head is mine!"
"You underestimate your opponent you idiot!"
Both charged at the other once more. Crystaall brought her hands up to grab the hilt at strike at Jigual's chest, while he brought his hands vertically and began a swing for Crystaall's head. Seeing the inevitability in a quick motion, Crystaall raised her left arm off her blade, only giving way to scratch her opponent, and allowing her metallic arm to take the strike and force its wielder to bounce off. It happened so fast, yet Crystaall was able to pull off the speed needed to keep herself from dieing. The man was even more than a match, but she was saved by an accident. Jigual was actually in shock for a moment, but he soon came back only to grin and laugh at her.
"So he cut off your arms, eh? That's grand! I'll have a more permanent prize once I mount your head on my wall, you disrespectful whelp."
"My head is not for you or anyone else to claim. You fail to see that I am stronger than you could even hope to be."
Jigual then cracks into maniacal laughter.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! He really told you were a legend!? You could never understand that we can't let you become what you hope to be. Your future ends with me!"
Crazed with power, Jigual recklessly ran to strike at Crystaall with his blade in his right hand. The man was so overconfident he left himself open, but even with those openings, there was too much power for her to find an opening. Dodging with what energy she had left, Jigual saw the maneuver and attacked directly at her.
"DIE BITCH!!!!"
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