Guest star: Mika / Megumi Sinclair (RP 1682492)

    Savor the silence before the storm. The storm is a compromised clash. Readiness and excitement become of all parties involved. Soon, this calm will conclude. Eagle emeralds of one quite stoic meet the raptor rubies of another quite contented.
B r e a t h e .

B e g i n .
    Onward, close the gap and waltz together, man and woman! Pounce well or pull back a limb or two. Let tempered steel sing swiftly and sternly in this dance. Sword of the East and of the West, each is paired with a dagger or a pole with a lacerating end. One tool leads with a sweep or a stab. The other follows to quickly bite and make the partner think on their feet and fast. Speak clearly and cruelly to each other upon crisp deflection, sharp edges!

    Before a forest temple under the early morning sun, a man in gray and a lady in Centurion leather delight themselves in old exploits. Hardship for many who barely bathed in conflicts, mere recreation for the two of them, this sort of rumba. Footworks are steady and stylish as do their arms to exact calculated harm. Half and full swings of his sword or her halberd, they tease each other with these playful deeds. But if each connects and the other fails to deflect, o, the pain will be so thorough in its kiss and embrace.

    She leaps so elegantly to evade his savage swipes. Her pirouettes to make the storm-strong swings of her halberd cover much space and make the fellow rethink his distance are quite glamorous. The way she bends her goddess form that stirs lust within many is also exquisite, from arms to legs and mild twists of her torso. But her bodily flair is not just meant to enthrall but also done to deny the agony the man she is dancing with can deliver. O, he is no slouch himself, this unsightly bloke before her, battle-bred just as much as she is. And they are holding back out of respect for this fine realm they are having this barbaric ballroom on.

    Celibate as he may be, the corpse-looking man will not deny that his foe on this skirmish is alluring. But this halberd-hurling black-haired beauty houses a competent beast who, on her own, can wage a harrowing war with an army-blessed nation if she so desired. That being thought of, think fast! He takes a wide step back upon the sight of her naginata eager to kiss the side of his neck with more fury than earlier; her limbs worked together on this latest strike to remind him not to slack off. He sweeps upward and left his longsword along with his dagger behind it. Push away the peril of that large blade on the end of the pole! He grunts upon the callous contact! Back another two steps to maintain balance.

    The woman giggles as she retracts her long arm, resting a bit of it on her shoulder. ‘Not bad, but he could have rebutted more confidently,’ mused in silence this Centurion señorita with a tilted head. Smirk, recover a deep breath, change stance. The cloaked Adonis raises a brow, nearly smirking himself. He too changes his form with his longsword ahead and his dagger hovering on his respective left. ‘Foolish am I to keep going easy on her,’ he pondered while regaining a deep breath as well.

    Stride ahead swiftly, steel at the ready.
    Waltz well and wild, warrior of two!