Now, accept the duel. Or flee like the dirty coward you are.
HP | 82.0 + (2.82*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Now, accept the duel. Or flee like the dirty coward you are. |
Morning Greeting | I hope you had a pleasant night. I must apologize for my curt greeting. I have business to attend to. |
Afternoon Greeting | Aha, so you plan to dine here. This place is well known for its simple, quick, yet high-quality à la carte meals. Now, if you will excuse me, I must take my leave. |
Evening Greeting | Turning in for the night, I see. Rest well. |
Chatter #1 | I wouldn't call this a patrol... no. The alleys are rife with those who seek us to duel in their stead. I am simply in search of potential clients. |
Chatter #2 | In combat, every move is critical indeed... But I am of the opinion that there is one move that holds paramount importance. A single clash, a determined thrust to impale my opponent. |
Chatter #3 | Fighting multiple enemies at once is antithetical to the way we duel, yes. But if they were to be corralled into a narrow alleyway, I am rather confident that I should have no trouble making short work of them. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | One cannot twirl their sword through every battle. Sometimes we face foes that prefer close-quarters combat, so close that our blades become unwieldy. I would need to keep a trick up my sleeve in case of such instances. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | A duelist's greatest opportunity is when the opponent attempts a furious charge. I can redirect that very force against them without spending much of my own energy. |
Idle | I will take my leave, if you have no further business to discuss. |
Uptying | Yes, it is an honor to be acknowledged by you. I will not disappoint. |
Deployment | I'm always ready. |
Stage Entry | Step forth, my opponent! |
Viewed in Battle | ... I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment. |
Commencing Attack | A perfect distance. |
Enemy Stagger | Hmph, predictable. |
Staggered | Agh... |
Enemy Killed | Ah, my victory. |
Death | Gah... what... a shame... |
Check Passed | Hm, that was rather straightforward. |
Check Failed | ... I wasn't expecting to duel something like this... |
Victory Cry | A fair duel. All fell silent before this blade. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | I can say with certainty that a painting of this duel would become nothing short of a masterpiece. |
Defeat Wail | I suppose a proper duelist must accept when she is... beaten. |
Redirect
On Evade, gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn (Max 3)
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... I see. So you have already conducted an interview with the members of Section 5.
Yeah... Their Director was... well, she certainly was a character.
Cinq South Section 5 Director... Don Quixote, was it? I have heard many tales about her, yes.
As the child slowly strolled through an alleyway, a woman with a small notepad followed closely behind her.
She also brought me on a 30-minute-long stroll through the alleyways, actually. Like we're doing now.
Oh, my apologies. Perhaps this interview would have been better conducted at a proper reception room...
No, no... I got pretty much everything I wanted to know about the Cinq Association from you.
The interview smiled, flipping through her notepad.
Unlike in her previous interview, her notepad was filled to the brim with information.
I thank you for your understanding.
I am certain that you have already been informed... but this is a part of our work process. Please do understand.
Yes, of course.
In the corner margins of her notepad, the interviewer scribbled the following: 'Interviewee is somewhat unfriendly'.
Of course, the child didn't see that.
Well... If I were to speak my mind, I don't believe that either directors of Sections 4 and 5 are individuals fit for their respective positions.
Gasp...
Wouldn't you agree...? Such flippant behavior ill befits the position of a leader.
The child sighed, then looked at the interviewer. It was as though she was expecting an answer.
Ha ha ha... I... wouldn't know a thing about that.
Hm, is that so.
Well, whichever it may be... I have no complaints about their martial prowess.
When the Director of our Section 4 wields his blade, for example... It inspires a certain chilling awe in people.
Ohh... Yeah, I've heard the stories. He moves as though in a trance, guided by the blade itself right into the opponent's weakness...
That is no exaggeration, indeed. The 'stories' are true.
His technique is... well, it's not an easily replicated technique. If it could even be replicated, that is.
The Interviewer nodded along, jotting things down on her notepad as the child lectured.
However... I, Outis, can confidently say that my very own skills do not fall behind the Director's.
Once this is over, I plan to return to the training hall for a spar. Unless you have prior engagements...
... would you like to watch me duel?
Oh! Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world.
The child laughed gently and fixed her hat. She liked that answer.
Very well. Then let us hurry.
The child began walking a little faster as though the thought raised her spirits.
(... She seems very proud of her own skills. ... Maybe too proud.)
Of course, the child didn't see the interview write that down either.
Not that the child needed to see it, that is. And the interviewer would soon see why.
Right... she said the most important thing in a duel is to properly manage the distance between oneself and the opponent...
The interviewer whispered to herself, observing the child...
When the opponent finally had the chance to press the offensive, the child was already out of their reach.
And when the opponent's defense cracked, even for a split second, the child quickly bridged the gap to exploit the opening. Then, she rapidly retreated to the exact position as before.
The child's distancing was precise, exact. It was almost as though she was measuring her every step with a ruler.
She's doing all that... with a hat on, too...
The interviewer gulped, and looked down at her notepad.
And...
... she quickly crossed out her earlier comment about the child's pride.
She had to, of course.
It was no mere boast. She was certainly skilled enough to back up her own claims.