G u e s t   S t a r :
D i a n a   L a n e
[ R P / 1 4 3 2 6 3 7 ]     [ To set the mood.]

  Tsukuyomi graces the latest hour. The ethereal glow above lends enough authority to decree upon advanced darkness to lurk somewhere else. The breeze brings with it minty comfort for the lungs. Fallen leaves sail away on the fresh formless current. What a night for lovers to settle their differences. Well, in a certain stride of thought, it may be the case. But to one who sees the big picture, this is just date night.

  Up from sitting on their legs, a fair-haired pair is beyond thirty yards from each other. In this clearing with the trees, shrubs, and little critters as the audience, they long to be groovy but as combatants. One of the East, a brunette bloke straight out of Samurai X. One of the West, a blonde Barbie straight out of Disney. Their navy blue garments were tailored from the hidden village the lad grew up in, fit for stealth while allowing free-flowing movement to exact snake-swift strikes. Much of their noggins are tucked in a cloth mask with a decent strip around their dreamy eyes exposed.

  Tug down those masks. Out with a red Lifesavers, a piece of spicy treat crafted in blessed sugar by mountain monks who exalt a fallen hero the treat is named after. Laddie flips his up like a tossed coin. Lassie rolls hers on her knuckle, to and fro. Open lips catch the falling or chucked piece and soon shut. Let the sugar melt in the mouth. Take a deep breath. The sweet and spicy sensation is letting each one know it is taking effect quite quickly. Tug those masks back up.

  Awaken, resting katana on the back or on the left hip. They gleam from the dark sun up high. Stomp down a foot with the blade held above one’s head! Spiked up with a divine drug, a punch, a kick or the curved fang in hand is devastating if it connects. However, they have to endure having their postures more easily broken as a side effect. Mind each move, lest this ends with more than just a few wounds and bruises.

  Rush and confront him like he just cheated on her! The vice-like grip on her weeb-stick is firm. Wide steps hop forth left, right, left. Impressive how her once slowpoke stride is later shy of Usain Bolt. His green eyes are well at work to comprehend that she means business. Where her foot lands. How her limbs bend, twist, and work together. Her lovely icy blue eyes. The possible trajectory of her steel that can be imbued with enchantment to make it more ferocious than it already is.

  The fellow takes a step back to anticipate that blade she has ready to give him what for. As his backstepping foot lands and gains a better grasp of the forest soil, he performs an overhead half swing towards her that if she gets too close, that pretty face is will be undergoing a surprise sinister surgery. Eyes on his wrists and shoulders, the hoppity lass stops herself just shy of a yard before him. She sweeps up her sword before her to meet his with the intent to deflect. Both quickly puffed a suppressed roar as their lungs had to burn air so their strikes are crisp. The first note of their sword duet rings throughout the forest air!

  Both warriors recoil with Ninja Barbie soon going for a pirouette to be more than a foot further away from him and regain her balance. But her spin comes with a bite. A hearty sweep of her sword from upper left to lower right is released as her twist nears its end, the razor-sharp strip aiming for his nearest forearm. Discount Sekiro nearly jumps from her fierce follow-up, jolting away a side slash to repel the surprise. Retort with a step back, another forward, and aim a stab directly on her throat. She chops up her katana going the opposite direction as the sweep before, eager to preserve her little limb from the coming blade-boop. Blades clash and bounce away!

  Elsa strafes to her left. Kenshin does the same. Meadow emeralds are locked onto the blade of his pernicious playmate. Winter sapphires are minding his steady footing. Sword points are towards the head of the other. Breaths are steady, hiding a bit of discomfort from their stamina recovering after taking a bite from each deed to deliver or deflect danger. How each still denies the other first blood is fairly amusing. But neither is an amateur. One little dumb act can mean a wound or worse.

 The rush of the blessed sugar coursing through their veins is making their blood boil a bit. While they writhe, they also delight. What pair of masochists they are, Diana and Hanzo. Stride forward again. Make their steel sing and dance some more, even long after one or the other bleeds!

  Date night is just starting.