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 :'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    "Ah, that is good. I am truly pleased that you do not force me to such methods." Her arms drop to her sides, then, and Munashi rises from her seat to pad over to the side of the road. Unlike Bedivere, Kagenashi does not draw her weapons yet. As he takes a defensive stance, she is busy contemplating her options. Well-made though her own swords are, their thinner blades aren't made for dealing with heavy armor. Nageki would be able to do so, but that would first require that the sword have at least some blood to drink, which means that she would still have to find a way around that armor.<br /><br />    It's a good thing she has several other hidden options, then.<br /><br />    "I will say that this is an interesting change," the nogitsune remarks, lifting her arm as if to regard the bladed sheath bound to it. "I have started growing accustomed to having people almost stumbling over themselves to cause me harm. And yet there you stand, provoked to battle, and you wait for me to make the first move. You truly do not wish to fight, do you?"<br /><br />    Suddenly, the fingers of her raised arm flick toward him. A purple-black tendril of energy rushes out from her hand like a bruise on the world, aimed to lash against the side of his neck like a whip. It causes no physical wounds, however, for it is malevolence given form: the willingness to cause harm for selfish desires, the lack of compassion for those around her. It strikes at the heart and soul, as if Kagenashi could simply /will/ someone to suffer.<br /><br />    The tendril only lashes out for a second before dissolving in midair. "I wonder what it would take to make you eager to strike out."<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:482|Sir Bedivere (482)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>  Although he listens to her in dubious silence, he has his doubts that she feels any true pleasure at avoiding calamity. Something in her bearing suggests to him that she enjoys doing things just for the sake of seeing what might happen, especially if they might have harmful or unexpected consequences. He has seen that like before, and he has never borne any love for such methods or outlooks.<br /><br />  He always was a true defender of the people -- the real people, not the pretenders in the courts, the nobility that had always had everything handed to him. He was not only commoner in his own court, but his pale hair and his strange eyes marked him as D�l Riata; descended of foreign blood. As though that had ever made him lesser, somehow. As though he had ever felt any less love for his homeland than the people who had already lived there.<br /><br />  Bedivere had done more for them than many would ever know; exactly through acts like this, bringing supplies to the needy, offering relief to the downtrodden and poor. He knew well their plight, for he once lived it.<br /><br />  Now, though, he takes on that aspect that so many had celebrated of the Round Table's knights -- that of the righteous warrior.<br /><br />  And Sir Bedivere of the D�l Riata was no less capable than his brothers-in-arms. How often had his king espied him, practising and honing his skills late into the night and early to rise to push himself, ever seeking the boundaries of his abilities?<br /><br />  All that training had rewarded him well, for he was one of the few survivors of Camlann, but it does him no good here. He has never fought a creature like Kagenashi.<br /><br />  "It is not my way to leap to the sword," Bedivere admonishes her softly. His tone is still so soft, gentle for a man's voice, but there is an undeniable core of steel to it. She stepped too far in threatening the village, and in his own subtle way, he shows that. "All are worthy of redemption in the eyes of the Lord. No; I do not wish to fight. That is not my way. However, you leave me no choice."<br /><br />  He sounds almost regretful.<br /><br />  When she raises her hand, he does not so much as flinch, blade flashing as it whips around in time for a defense, but that air of wrongness is nothing that a blade can block. It simply flows around the shining steel, lancing past his neck and seeming to do no harm -- but he flinches and staggers back nonetheless, as surely as if he had been struck.<br /><br />  Even as he resumes his defensive stance, one hand rises to prod at his neck, only to find no wound and no blood. His expression is one of open puzzlement for a moment.<br /><br />  Slowly, violet eyes raise to Kagenashi, and that puzzlement fades again into grim caution.<br /><br />  "More than you could know," he says, voice calm and serene despite his wariness. "A knight must not be eager to come to blows. He must be a model of good behaviour to his fellow man. He must aid those less fortunate than himself; he must not abuse his power, his station."<br /><br />  "I offer you again the opportunity to pass by unmolested." His stare is level, violet eyes calm. "Please. Take it. I have no wish to fight."<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:482|Sir Bedivere (482)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>  Although he listens to her in dubious silence, he has his doubts that she feels any true pleasure at avoiding calamity. Something in her bearing suggests to him that she enjoys doing things just for the sake of seeing what might happen, especially if they might have harmful or unexpected consequences. He has seen that like before, and he has never borne any love for such methods or outlooks.<br /><br />  He always was a true defender of the people -- the real people, not the pretenders in the courts, the nobility that had always had everything handed to him. He was not only commoner in his own court, but his pale hair and his strange eyes marked him as Dál Riata; descended of foreign blood. As though that had ever made him lesser, somehow. As though he had ever felt any less love for his homeland than the people who had already lived there.<br /><br />  Bedivere had done more for them than many would ever know; exactly through acts like this, bringing supplies to the needy, offering relief to the downtrodden and poor. He knew well their plight, for he once lived it.<br /><br />  Now, though, he takes on that aspect that so many had celebrated of the Round Table's knights -- that of the righteous warrior.<br /><br />  And Sir Bedivere of the Dál Riata was no less capable than his brothers-in-arms. How often had his king espied him, practising and honing his skills late into the night and early to rise to push himself, ever seeking the boundaries of his abilities?<br /><br />  All that training had rewarded him well, for he was one of the few survivors of Camlann, but it does him no good here. He has never fought a creature like Kagenashi.<br /><br />  "It is not my way to leap to the sword," Bedivere admonishes her softly. His tone is still so soft, gentle for a man's voice, but there is an undeniable core of steel to it. She stepped too far in threatening the village, and in his own subtle way, he shows that. "All are worthy of redemption in the eyes of the Lord. No; I do not wish to fight. That is not my way. However, you leave me no choice."<br /><br />  He sounds almost regretful.<br /><br />  When she raises her hand, he does not so much as flinch, blade flashing as it whips around in time for a defense, but that air of wrongness is nothing that a blade can block. It simply flows around the shining steel, lancing past his neck and seeming to do no harm -- but he flinches and staggers back nonetheless, as surely as if he had been struck.<br /><br />  Even as he resumes his defensive stance, one hand rises to prod at his neck, only to find no wound and no blood. His expression is one of open puzzlement for a moment.<br /><br />  Slowly, violet eyes raise to Kagenashi, and that puzzlement fades again into grim caution.<br /><br />  "More than you could know," he says, voice calm and serene despite his wariness. "A knight must not be eager to come to blows. He must be a model of good behaviour to his fellow man. He must aid those less fortunate than himself; he must not abuse his power, his station."<br /><br />  "I offer you again the opportunity to pass by unmolested." His stare is level, violet eyes calm. "Please. Take it. I have no wish to fight."<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>    Again Kagenashi's posture takes on a note of curiosity, head slanted aside and arms crossed. "A model of good behavior? Strange. Most of your kind would leap at the opportunity to strike down something like me. Would that not be doing the world a good deed, to cast out those it would call monsters?" Her arms uncross, her right hand coming to grasp the hilt of the opposite katana. The blade is drawn, elegant steel gleaming in the sunlight; soon the other is pulled free, too, and Kagenashi lowers both in a relaxed grip at her sides.<br /><br />    "You are interesting indeed. Perhaps, then, you view combat itself as something best left to those who are not 'good'. I have never met someone so reluctant to do battle before."<br /><br />    All at once, the nogitsune moves. A blur of billowing crimson, she ducks toward him, shifting off to the side slightly. Indeed, she is a literal blur; some illusionary force distorts her form, making it clear where she's /going/, but obscuring exactly what she's /doing/ as if she were made of bloody smoke. She dances off to the other side, then leaps up in a flip to come down on top of him - but at the last second, the gleam of her swords is cast aside as she shifts her descent just slightly, landing next to the knight instead. Immediately she comes into focus again, just as her sword is swiftly thrust toward him. Even if he doesn't parry it aside, however, it won't come close enough to hit: she's just far enough that the tip of the sword can come uncomfortably close to his face when her arm is fully extended. It seems she's more toying with him and trying to provoke a reaction than actually /fighting/ him.<br /><br />    "And what if your wish not to fight left you dead where you stand? What if your reluctance came at the cost of your life and the cause you uphold?"<br> <br>

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