rakuen | 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."

Threaded | Flat

"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?

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