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Roronoa Zoro ([personal profile] shishi_sonson) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-04-25 06:28 pm

Round 4 | Day 4 - [See the Setting Sun]

Zoro Roronoa vs. Sherlock Holmes


Weapons: Theta Buckley, Lloyd Asplund
Location: Main Courtyard
Time of day: Late Morning


If the truth were to be known, Zoro actually felt a little nervous about this battle. 'Nervous' may have been the wrong word to use, though - excitement, however, was too strong on the opposite side. Either way, there was a thrill to be sure, one that sent a current of pure lightning running up and down the length of his spine.

But why? Zoro had faced dozens of opponents before; strong ones, enemies capable of ripping apart galleons with their bare hands and foes as fast or as powerful as gods, so a powerless battle here would hardly be anything dramatic.

While there was something to be said about the danger of having his real, hard-earned strength removed and being forced to fight without it, the thrill today came from fighting with a less-than-orthodox weapon; more specifically, the thrill of not knowing if he could win in such a fashion.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, though, Zoro showed no sign of his inner discomposure. As always, his arms locked over his chest, he stared straight ahead with an aire of discipline, while still somehow exuding the unequivocal sense of tangibile bloodlust and ferocity. With Theta beside him, his Weapon of choice for his second battle of the day, he waited for his opponent to arrive.

Zoro glanced at her from the side, but he did so as briefly as possible, hoping she wouldn't notice. The challenge had been issued so quickly that he hadn't even had a chance to practice with her 'weapon' - marbles. An unconventional means of fighting to be certain, Zoro had thought of a few crazy ways that he might be able to fight effectively with her, but as the saying goes, 'all the best laid plans'...

He wanted to win, though. Not just for himself, for the chance to determine how successful his training had been, but perhaps for the long-shot chance to prove to Theta...well, prove something to her about her attitude. He hadn't quite figured out just what yet.


"Hmph..." he grunted, sounding oddly impatient for someone who normally prided himself on his conduct. "C'mon, buddy. It'd be great to get this over with."
ergaleomancer: ([bitch] Smug)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-26 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't tell me you're nervous," came Theta's easy reply. She didn't think he could win with her weapon, though she had promised him her full support. "I'm putting my strength in, the least you can do is put in your composure." Her words were bold, but not acidic. Perhaps there was a bubbling respect growing for him.

"Though it would be even more helpful if you'd tell me what it is you expect me to do," she mused. Yes, that would help greatly. What did a weapon do besides stand on the sidelines while the players fought?
bitofafiction: Standing straight. Faint smile. (<= brilliant innocence)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-26 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock and Lloyd approach from the direction of Lloyd's repurposed classroom. Sherlock has something in his pocket.

He has explained already that he will only be using it if he has to. The risks are too great otherwise; he does not know that it will win him the battle, after all, and he does know that the administration does not take kindly to cheating.

The first thing he does on arriving in the courtyard, therefore, is study his opponent closely. He has seen the man around, of course. The population of this supposed academy is not yet so large that Sherlock cannot keep track of them all. But he has never made a careful analysis. Now he has to, because now he has to decide if a conventional battle will do the trick.

As for Sherlock's own fighting ability, he doesn't look like much at first glance. There are dark circles under his eyes and he is rather small and altogether not imposing. But the way he moves puts the lie to that: easy, efficient, quietly graceful, as though every step is calculated in advance and the calculation is a trivial one.
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-26 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)




Well then.

He turns to Lloyd and speaks softly, appearing entirely unconcerned.

"May I?"
earlofpudding: (I told you so~)

[personal profile] earlofpudding 2011-04-27 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, but Lloyd had countered by saying they would never know if they didn't take those risks. That, however, is back then, not here and now. He gave a cheerful wave and smile to the swordsman and the other Weapon, then an equally cheery look to Sherlock.

"Haha, what a scary looking man~. Well, go right ahead. I certainly didn't come here to just watch!" And, quieter, he added, "If you could keep the emitter concealed at all should you use it, I would appreciate it, but..." He shrugged. "We'll see what happens!"
bitofafiction: Straight on, slight smile. (!= quintessentially Stark)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
He draws Lloyd's staff, spins it once, and then hands it back.

"I believe the contest will be more even if you keep this," he says with a slight smile.

The emitter is indiscriminate. He is not going to take the chance on destroying his own weapon at the same moment that he destroys his opponent's. He will have to get close enough to touch, far enough from Lloyd that he is certain the staff is out of range, and then trigger the device and hope that, whatever else happens, it grants him an official victory.

With this strategy in mind, Sherlock turns to face Zoro.
bitofafiction: A grin. Friendly, perhaps teasing. (!= a commendable effort)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 02:26 am (UTC)(link)




Sherlock laughs, dodging to the side—away from Lloyd.

"I could almost be convinced you were discussing something other than violence," he says dryly.
bitofafiction: Outdoors at night, in the middle distance. (== should like to take a walk)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
The second comes a little closer than the first, but Sherlock still manages to skip out of the way, and he still doesn't counterattack. Neither of those conditions is likely to persist past a third strike, and he has not yet gone far enough to cheat.
bitofafiction: Mostly out of frame. Pensive. Hands. (== a tolerable activity)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
With a small part of his attention still continually devoted to calculating his distance from Lloyd, Sherlock dodges again. This time, however, he is not quite fast enough; the blow catches his shoulder.

He cannot hit that hard. If he wants to keep up long enough to put fifteen feet between the pair of them and his Weapon, he will just have to move faster—although he can already tell he does not have nearly the speed advantage here that he is used to having over his fellow humans—and aim more precisely. For Zoro's jaw, for example.
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock is beginning to get a sense of how Zoro fights; he cedes his ground again to avoid both attacks. That's ten feet at least. Far enough to chance it?

Not yet, he decides. Accordingly, he takes another half-step back and launches a roundhouse kick at Zoro's side.
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, Sherlock retreats in time. The fact that he is barely able to keep ahead is worth noting. He hangs back cautiously, as though the near escape has made him wary of attacking again.
bitofafiction: Distracted, startled, perhaps even confused. (>= and some are merely spaced)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A prime excuse for Sherlock to move back another step, which he does, watching for an opening but still reluctant to match aggression for aggression.
bitofafiction: Mostly out of frame. Pensive. Hands. (== a tolerable activity)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock lets Zoro's forceful tactics push him back farther and farther. Fifteen feet, then sixteen, seventeen—

He'd like to have a little more distance, but Lloyd is now outside the range of the emitter as he judges it, and he knows from experience that he can't catch Theta's weapon without hurting her. If one of those brass spheres rolls a little too far away, his entire strategy is shot. Now or never.

He stops retreating and throws an arm up to protect his face, the obvious movement distracting attention from the way his other hand slides against his pocket to trigger the EMP device. Every part of Theta's weapon is within arm's reach; if it works as it did during their first test, every part of Theta's weapon is about to break.
bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He drops back, not quite fast enough. Zoro's fist catches his upraised arm in almost exactly the same spot that took a kick from Suzaku two days ago. Sherlock manages not to wince.

"Excuse me," he says a little breathlessly, "but I feel it is incumbent upon me to point out that the battle is over."

The fact that Lloyd's staff has also disappeared—not shattered, just vanished, the way weapons usually do when they are no longer needed—is sign enough of that.
ergaleomancer: ([neutral] Raised Eyebrow)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-27 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Theta's eyes went wide when the balls disappeared. How had that even happened? Was it a mistake? But Sherlock seemed to know they had disappeared for a reason. She wasn't sure if she should be proud of him or outraged that the fight had stopped short for no apparent reason.

Somehow, she settled on simply being shocked. "How did you do that?" she demanded, not angry at him, but her surprise showing through clearly in her tone.
bitofafiction: Standing straight. Faint smile. (<= brilliant innocence)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't help it. The opportunity is too good to resist.

"Magic," he says cheerfully.

The kind from which sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable, of course. Tony would laugh himself silly.
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-27 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)




Sherlock finds that reaction very... curious.
earlofpudding: (i have robot puppies and candy in my van)

[personal profile] earlofpudding 2011-04-28 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
And the entire time, Lloyd has been lingering off to the side. He did stumble a step when the staff Sherlock had given him for safekeeping vanished -- due to the fight's end, not the emitter -- but that was all. The scientist has been watching quietly, intently, otherwise.

Thankfully no one here knows he's usually more chatty than this, but that smile on his face. It's like the cat that ate the canary.
ergaleomancer: ([neutral] Raised Eyebrow)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Theta watched Zoro leave, not sure if she should feel victorious in his loss to Sherlock...or cheated by such an underhanded means to victory. She'd wanted Sherlock to win, but....

She nodded in reply to him, then turned her attention to Sherlock. "Now for the truth, Sherlock. How did you do that? I doubt it was 'magic' at all."

She turned to look at Sherlock's weapon in the fight, taking note of his overly pleased expression. She'd want to talk to him later, but for now she merely nodded politely at him.
bitofafiction: Smiling: fond amusement. (!= that was Victorian)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It is not mine to tell, I am afraid." He smiles apologetically. "Let it suffice to say I have access to unusual resources, and I did not wish to chance losing an ordinary battle against such a formidable opponent."
ergaleomancer: ([sad] Uncertain)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She frowns softly, not sure what to say to that. All in all, it sounds like it's her fault, then. She nods quietly, trying to smile again. She manages, but it's obviously for politeness' sake. "Oh... I'm grateful you went to such lengths for me."
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugs.

"I'd have done the same for anyone. You wanted to leave him; he did not let you. I won't stand for that."
ergaleomancer: ([neutral] Raised Eyebrow)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm...he wasn't so bad once I had a chance to really talk to him..." She sighed, shaking her head. "I just got upset that Suzaku lost. You're not going to get in trouble for your 'magic trick', are you?"
bitofafiction: Straight on, slight smile. (!= quintessentially Stark)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"The administration is generally quick about registering their displeasure. If I am not in trouble for it yet, I am not ever likely to be."
ergaleomancer: ([happy] Trollface)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She nodded quietly, her smile firming up at that. "Well...I suppose as long as there won't be trouble~."
bitofafiction: Smiling, eyes closed; affectionate or mischievous. (!= quite enough attention)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am sure if I want trouble I can find other ways to get it," he says cheerfully.
ergaleomancer: ([happy] Trollface)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"We~ell," she says, drawing her word out dramatically. "If it's going to be ~fun~, then perhaps you'd better invite me along for whatever you come up with~."
bitofafiction: Standing straight. Faint smile. (<= brilliant innocence)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You may be sure I will consider it."

As to whether or not he actually issues such an invitation, well, that depends on his assessment of the risks.
ergaleomancer: ([z] Skull)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Her face, for a moment, is the picture of shock. Then of careful plotting. Then she reaches for his hand, playfully whining. "Sherlo~ock, you wouldn't leave me o~out, would you~?"
earlofpudding: (aha~)

[personal profile] earlofpudding 2011-04-28 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see no reason for him to include you, either~."

Suddenly, Lloyd. He lives to be an interruption. As ever, he sounds awfully cheerful, but at least he has cause today. Today's been a good day! He's walked over to give Sherlock a pat on the shoulder. "Good show! But if we're done here, I think it's time to go."
bitofafiction: Straight on, slight smile. (!= quintessentially Stark)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-04-28 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will at all times include exactly those persons whom I think suitable to the task at hand," he says, smiling very prettily at her. "And if you will excuse me, I have some business to take care of, but I look forward to speaking with you again on the subject of trouble."
ergaleomancer: ([z] Skull)

[personal profile] ergaleomancer 2011-04-28 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Theta was stunned wordless, which was a very unusual occurrence. Nonetheless, she was flabbergasted and couldn't come up with a single thing to say to him. She just watched him, wouldn't even stop him trying to leave. Of course, without that other young man around, she'd corner him to talk to him in the dorm later, she firmly thought to herself.