[battle] Round 4, get ready!

[shishi_sonson]

Zoro Roronoa vs. Gino Weinberg

Weapons: Romeo, Grenn Atair
Location: Main Courtyard
Time of day: Round 4 / Day 1 / Late Afternoon

Like some stern-faced stone statue standing in silent vigil over the sunny campus field, Zoro's lean shape rose above the clean-cut grass, his strong arms folded across one another over the small curve of his chest. In the very center of it all, watching and waiting, his sharp eyes scanned the courtyard for anyone who even began to approach him and focused on them instantly; obviously expecting company, he was often disappointed when prospective opponents that fell within his chilling gaze simply walked on.

He hadn't been there long, but he likely looked a bit odd in his motionless state, unflinchingly placed where he was in the middle of the field. The entire while, he would stare straight ahead in a very sullen fashion. Some might call it 'stupid', but to Zoro, it was discipline; he had said he'd be waiting in the courtyard for a challenge, and so wait he would.

After several more minutes of waiting, Zoro suddenly moved, surprising several bystanders who had mistaken him for a statue. He bent down, snatched up a bottle of cool, crisp water sitting just beside his feet, and tipped it up to his lips. Letting out a refreshed sigh, he wiped his mouth with the thick of his wrist, then set the bottle down again and resumed his inanimate lookout.

Comments

[myblueskies]

Romeo did as he was told, bracing himself and not letting himself move at all as Zoro drew out his weapon, even though it felt strange, not exactly painful but strange and uncomfertable. Once Zoro held the brush in his hands Romeo moved out the way to stand with Grenn so he wouldn't be in the middle of the battle.

He was quietly confident, Zoro was the best swordsman ever and he would beat the giant!

[trollofthree]

"Tough talk." Gino grinned at Grenn, drawing her twin disks with a sure, practised movement. Whilst deadly, they weren't his preferred weapon by a long shot; he could even lose this one if his opponent was better than he looked. He doubted it, though.

"Fangs, huh?" He stepped away from Grenn as Romeo ran towards her, and passed one of the disks to his left hand, careful of the razor edges. One eyebrow raised at the weapon he was facing. "Think these'll do?"

[shishi_sonson]

"Hmmn..." Zoro said, grunting again; this one had more of an appraising tone to it than his previous utterance, though, as his locked his eyes on Grenn's Weapon. He seemed to approve, judging by the slight nod of his head, but he said nothing else.

Instead of wasting more 'words', he began to approach Gino at a calm pace. Leaving only a few feet of tense space between them, Zoro readjusted his grip on his Weapon, then took a moment to plant his feet suitably in the grass for proper balance - his actions were awfully casual, but it wasn't intended to mean that he wasn't taking his opponent seriously, but instead, that this wasn't personal.

Once he was satisfied, he made a single, straight-on thrust at Gino with the end of the brush's handle. The thrust, however, was far from simple; lightning-fast, the movement itself was perfectly steady, flawlessly balanced, and had just enough power to crack solid stone.