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 Posted: May 8 2017, 12:22 PM
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Day in and day out, day after day, waves of water crashed upon the shores of the Great Lake, which was located south of the Hogwarts castle. On the shores were an abundance of trees that must have been planted a hundred years back with the way the trees towered over everything in sight. On days when the sun peeked through the turbulent clouds of dreary Scotland, Elias Deveaux took pleasure in walking around the Great Lake. It wasn't very often that he did so, however. It was one of the few luxuries that he could afford with the amount of time he placed in his studies and extracurricular activities. When he wasn't attending classes, he was in the library prepping for the next class or working on some assignment that would be due in several weeks time. He liked being on schedule and timely; the principle had been ingrained into the boy through many years of lessons and practice at home. He could not leave an assignment undone when he knew about it. It would shout at him until he attended to it. Some might call him obsessive; he likened it to having a sense of responsibility.

In addition of his classes, the boy still managed to make time for his extracurricular activities that had been picked out by his grandfather. Fortunately for the boy, he at least found fencing and dueling enjoyable. He first learned fencing at the age of five; by seven, he knew what a perfect lunge looked like and how to parry a riposte. His grandfather took the boy to several tournaments; unlike the piano recitals, in which the boy would tremble minutes before the actual performance, it was all very logical when it came to fights. He always knew the exact point when he needed to invoke a certain technique. He loved fencing. If he had to point out something he hated about fencing, it would be the mask he was required to wear. Sweat and masks that wrapped around his face did not make for a pleasant experience.

Even before he received his wand, his knowledge of fencing was used to learn about wizard dueling. Because the boy was too young to have a wand at the time, his grandfather taught him defense. Before he learned to cast a single spell, the boy learned how to bow before a fight and how to dodge spells. His grandfather would hurl harmless spells at the boy, and he'd be forced to dodge or suffer a fit of giggles that would last for several seconds. Elias was never scared about the effects of the spell; he was more concerned about his grandfather's expectations. As such, the boy grew up with a less conventional belief about wands. He believed that wands should only be used when absolutely necessary. If he could dodge something, he would. If he could stop someone from swishing their wand in the right direction, he would grab their wrist.

So it made sense that wandless magic would appeal to the boy at some point, except he knew it was a difficult task. He had taken to reading about the subject, but there was only the standard information in the books he found. He was not in a good mood so he was further aggravated when he looked up to see an angry looking girl who pointed a sword at his chest. No matter how much time he practiced with a sabre or foil, he did not appreciate a sword so close to his body when it wasn't practice time. However, Elias remained still in his seat, still refusing to use his wand just yet. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and curled his lips in distaste. With a cold tone, he said “Don't threaten me with a sword.”

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 Posted: May 9 2017, 03:53 AM
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“I challenge you to a duel.” Those were the words that Lifen Huang chose in response to Elias Deveaux. The tip of a double-edged wooden sword was inches away from Elias’s throat. Four knuckles were gradually turning whiter as Lifen’s grip tightened around the handle. A red tassel dangled from the sword’s hilt, and swayed in the afternoon breeze. The expression in her dark eyes revealed anger, confusion, and determination.

Earlier that day, she had received a letter from her parents. They periodically sent letters to check on the well-being of their twin heirs. Unfortunately, the owl had caught her at a bad time. Lifen had just found out that she had flunked her Transfiguration exam even though she had earnestly tried to study harder for it. With a huff, she opened the letter and skimmed through the contents. It contained the usual nagging about not skipping meals and be sure that she looked out for her brother Lihan, and not to get into and trouble, and at the very end were the words “arranged you with Thanatos Helstrom, important matter between the two families”. Lifen felt her heart drop to the bottommost cavity of her being. Had anyone been watching, the normally confident girl’s hand trembled as she held the letter. Was this it? Was this a marriage arrangement? Throngs of students made their way around her as she stood motionlessly in the center of the corridor.

During the winter holidays when she returned home, her mother had asked her whether she had spotted any nice boys in Hogwarts, and hinted that her dear twin brother would eventually leave her someday for a girlfriend. She had been appalled when she heard this from her mother, but when she thought about it, the girls at school were particularly fond of Lihan. Too fond. Then again, Lihan’s gentle mannerisms and soft-spokenness made him much easier to approach than his boisterous twin sister. What she didn't expect was that her parents would take matters into their own hands so soon.

Suddenly, she crumpled the letter in her hand and tucked it into the folds of her traditional garments. With the heat returning to her head, she whipped her wand out from her robes with a flourish.

Accio weapon bag.” Raising her free hand in the air, she gripped the bag’s cloth strap as it flew over the students’ heads. As she strode through the halls, students hurried out of the way as she approached, whispering as she passed. “Lifen’s got that look in her eyes again.” Or sometimes it was “Which era does she think she’s in?” She paid no heed to the comments, as she had only one thing on her mind: Find Thanatos Helstrom and challenge him to a fight.

That was Lifen’s way of rebelling. As a filial daughter, she felt obligated to obey her parents’ wishes. However, she had made a promise to herself that she would only marry someone who could defeat her in single combat. To protect her precious freedom, she trained everyday in martial arts, particularly in the sword style unique to her parents’ school. Her independence was everything to her. The only things that appeared on Lifen’s radar were martial arts and martial arts movies and wuxia novels. She devoted all her time and energy to perfecting her moves and emulating her favorite action stars, and that was the way she liked it.

Now she had to locate Thanatos. All she knew about him was that he was fairly tall, had dark hair and a brooding look in his eyes, and that he mostly kept to himself. Lifen had never seen Thanatos in person, but that was a small issue. She trusted that her instincts would be able to find exactly who she was looking for. Right now, her instincts told her that the library was her best bet to find someone of this description. While on the way there, she happened to glance out the window in the direction of the Great Lake and spotted her target walking along the perimeter. With a sudden burst of speed that only those with a mission had, she sped off in his direction.

Thus she found herself standing in front of Elias Deveaux, holding a sword to his threat and not knowing all the while that he was not in fact, Thanatos Helstrom.

She continued, “Would single combat be agreeable to you? In case you need a weapon, you may choose from my bag.” As she awaited the boy’s response, she lowered her sword so he’d feel less threatened.

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While Elias Deveaux operated mostly on logic and reasoning, he didn’t need to use much of his brain to deduce that the girl in front of him was most likely mentally unstable. If the wooden sword pointed at his throat was not an indication of the poor state of her sanity, then it was her traditional garb and less than modern hairstyle that made it look like she belonged in some tacky Chinese drama--not that Elias Deveaux would know, considering he probably didn’t even know what a television was. He resisted the urge to fold his arms across his chest because he did not want to give the girl another reason to pick a fight. Her smoldering gaze seemed to imply that she was angry with him for some reason, but try as he might, the boy could not think of any reason why a crazy girl would be after him. Ah, that was the reason why she decided to pick a fight. The keyword here was crazy. The girl was a lunatic so it made sense that she would need no true reason to pick a fight with a Deveaux simply because she felt like it. He stared at her incredulously, as if she was dirt on the sole of his shoes. He did not have time to be fighting with people who were so eager to point a sword at his throat. She was a barbarian who deserved to be sent far away so that his eyes would not have to suffer the sight of seeing such idiots.

“A duel? You want a duel with me? Are you sure about that?” he asked her as if she was someone who was very slow and needed time to process his words. While his ego wasn’t as inflated as most individuals, he knew for a certain fact that his dueling skills were most definitely up to par, as was his swordsmanship. He spent years practicing each task respectively and if the girl thought she could defeat him just because she was wearing a stupid-looking outfit while he was in his school robes like everybody was supposed to be doing, then she had another thing coming for her. He was starting to feel a headache. He supposed that just signified that the girl was bad news.

“Single combat?” he asked, almost in disbelief at this point. The sensible part of his brain was telling him to walk away because the girl was a crazy. The man child in him told him he needed to stand his ground and show the girl who was the superior duelist. At first, he thought she meant a wizard dueling, but she revealed a weapon bag in her hand, which seemed to signify that she wanted a magicless duel. That was still fine. He was used to people challenging him whenever he was off competing in competitions as a child, but it was rarer now that he was in school. Most people were sensible enough not to challenge other people while school was still in session. He really should have walked away; it would have been the responsible thing to do, but he wasn’t going to let the girl run around telling people Elias Deveaux was too afraid to fight against a girl.

Sighing, he grabbed her weapon bag and shuffled through the objects. There were all sorts of random weapons in the bag, some that he had never seen before. There were a few two-handed swords, but Elias was not trained to use those and would most likely end in utter failure. In the end, he chose a one-handed sword that was most similar to a foil in terms of weight and length. He tested it out with a few warm-up swings. The wooden sword still felt so...weird. He was used to metal that was flexible. This might as well have been a large stick. “This will do. How do you want to do this, miss?” His words were polite, but it meant nothing considering he was already thinking about how to defeat her.

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 Posted: May 12 2017, 02:34 PM
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Lifen bowed at her opponent with a slight dip of her head. “I am pleased that you have accepted my challenge.” She held the bag and watched as Elias chose his weapon. Lightweight. Single-handed. In fact, it was the lightest weapon in her bag. Judging by his weapon choice, she presumed her opponent was quick, both in his movements and his footwork. Someone who chose a single-handed weapon preferred maneuverability to power. The Gryffindor was unfazed. She woke up before the sun rose to run on the grounds every morning. The moment there was enough light to see, she headed straight to the forest. Dodging tree roots and small rocks helped her agility. If she had been allowed to, she would run in the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. It seemed like a more challenging course. Once that was done, the upper body was next. Handstand push-ups transitioned into handstand holds, where she'd maintain her position as long as she could before her muscles gave out. Then it was rock-jumping next along the shores of the Great Lake. That was all before breakfast. Her current training regimen and years of martial arts practice made her quite confident that she would not lose.

Before the fight began, Lifen took stock of their surroundings. Around them were towering pines, and the battlefield itself was mostly rocks and pebbles. She glanced back at Elias and eyed him from head to foot. The boy’s pale skin was indication enough that he didn’t spend too much time outdoors. A cocky smirk creeped across her face. His feet and ankles were probably used to walking on flat surfaces. Even so, fighting, let alone walking, would be dangerous on such uneven ground. It wouldn’t be fun if he had to withdraw early from a twisted ankle. “Follow me,” the girl commanded as she turned her back to Elias and walked up the slope. Just above the lake was a clearing which opened up into a wide meadow. The wild grasses there grew no taller than the girl’s knees, and the ground was level. This would do nicely.

She walked to one end of the field and turned to face Elias again. Once he took his place on the other side, there would be at least five meters of distance between them. “The rules are simple. First one to concede defeat loses.”

To ready her opening stance, Lifen shifted her feet apart. Her left arm was out in front of her and the palm was open and facing to the right. Her right elbow was positioned near her head as she held the wooden sword aloft in her right hand. The sword’s guard was inches away from her cheek with its tip pointed at Elias. The girl couldn't help smiling as she asked, “Are you ready?” Despite what was at stake, nothing could shake the rush that accompanied the beginning of every battle.

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She was pleased Elias Deveaux accepted her challenge? He would have scoffed and laughed at her if he didn’t know any better, but he did know better. Ever since he was a little boy, he was subjected to lessons in etiquette and manner. Casting a condescending glance at the girl, he doubted she had the same luxury. Luxury. That was a word he never used to associate the lessons he had to attend. He wondered if the heat of the sun was getting to him for him to have said that. It was very possible, considering he spent most of his afternoons at the library. He was already berating himself for his spontaneous decision to walk around the Great Lake. If he had gone to the library like he was supposed to, he wouldn’t have met the crazy girl.

He debated on raising an eyebrow at the girl to show his displeasure, but he decided against it. He would not stoop to her level. Instead, he kept his expression neutral and lowered his sword so it was pointing at the ground. He wasn’t a barbarian and would not point his sword at her until it was time to fight. Still, it irked him that she pointed a sword in his direction like she had every right. He was a Deveaux and even if he was currently about to be disowned, it didn’t mean that he could be trifled with. If she thought she could defeat him and then brag about it to her worthless friends, she had another thing coming. Elias wasn’t planning on losing today. He was going to win.

She wasn’t dressed properly to win a fight. While it was true her outfit was light and would allow her to be agile, it did not change the fact that it was long and flowing. She would be lucky if she did not trip over the fabric while turning and twisting during the fight. If she was lucky, that was. Elias would have no qualms exploiting this particular bit of information because after all, it was her own choice she chose to wear such an impractical outfit. He himself was wearing the usual: his wizard robes, a dress shirt, and a pair of pants. Usually, he would be wearing a pair of sneakers because he found them to be most comfortable out of all his pair of shoes. However, since he knew he would be walking around the lake, he wore athletic shoes. It was a pair of trainers and would allow him to jump around with ease, if he needed.

Elias couldn’t wait to wipe the cocky grin off her face despite the fact that he’d most definitely have a cocky smile on his face when he defeated the girl on her terms. Victory was imminent; victory would be sweet.

Follow me.

He resisted the urge to speak up, but the girl was getting on his nerves. She was bossy and commanding, typical signs of a spoiled daughter growing up. Nonetheless, he grabbed the sword he had chosen and followed her to the flatter region. He was not impressed and wondered if she chose to change the location because she was afraid of tripping. Truth be told, he should be worried about that too. Fencing was a sport, really. His grandfather gave him tips for fighting outside of a strip, but he couldn’t say that he had too much experience. While he was sure that he could still perform all the techniques he learned over the past years, it would be different with the amount of space given. He would no longer have the comfort of a strip denying his enemy certain weak points.

He nodded when she asked if he was ready. He took off his wizard robes and set them on the ground beside him. After that, he saluted her with his sword as was tradition before a fencing bout. Almost immediately afterwards, he lunged forward and thrust his wooden sword towards the girl. As his sword flew forward, he realized he had forgotten to ask about something vital.

What exactly were the win conditions?

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To facilitate the following action sequence, Jynx gave me permission to move Elias.

The lunge followed quickly after the strange salute. Lifen was accustomed to bowing to show respect for one’s opponent before battles. There was a lot about European styles she had yet to learn.

To block the forward thrust, Lifen swatted at Elias’s blade with the flat of her sword. Using the momentum of the swing, she aimed a two-handed counterattack at his exposed thigh. If the hit collided, it would teach him that leaving any part of his body exposed would bring peril. Not to mention a lasting bruise.

However, Elias had foreseen the attack and back-stepped to avoid the blow. Lifen’s sword swished harmlessly through the air and stopped moments before colliding with the dirt below. Now it was her turn for the offensive. She quickly dashed forwards and barraged Elias with a series of downward strikes, all of which he parried easily. On the last parry, he pushed Lifen’s blade downward. His sword rode along the back edge of the other blade, and Lifen knew that a jab to the torso would be imminent. The warrior repositioned her sword arm to counterattack at the last second, so when the wooden swords collided with flesh at least they’d be shot for shot. Moments after the tip of Elias’s blade connected with Lifen’s exposed side, her sword came crashing down upon his left shoulder.

Although the practice swords were rounded at the tip and edges, pain rippled through the point of impact. Lifen retreated to a safe distance and gingerly rubbed the undoubtedly now-forming bruise. Despite this, the girl was still standing and continued to grip her sword. She wasn’t done yet. Elias had taken a blow to the shoulder, and unless the boy was wearing shoulder guards underneath his robes, he’d be feeling pain as well. Lifen raised her wooden sword and pointed it at Elias once again as she demanded, “Admit defeat! I wouldn’t want you to be needlessly injured.” The confident smile had once again returned to her face, though the faint tremor in her brow betrayed the pain she felt in her side.

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If it wasn’t clear in the beginning, it quickly became apparent that the crazy girl would not hesitate to take any opening she saw. Immediately upon redirecting his blade, she swooped in like a lioness to aim at a vital point--namely, his exposed thigh after his forward lunge. A part of him couldn't fault her for her decision. It was what Elias would have done himself in an actual fencing match. With split-second reactions from both sides, it became a matter of who hit the other person first in fencing. Almost immediately after his failed attack, Elias was already retreating into a more neutral position. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. A small part of her sword made contact with his thigh, but it wasn't enough to form any lasting bruises.

Elias would have hissed in pain, but he wasn’t about to give the crazy girl the satisfaction. Unfortunately, actual physical pain was different from nasty words. The boy was good at filtering out nasty words said about him, but this wasn't the case. He could not say that the girl meant nothing to him and be done with it...because her sword did make contact with his thigh and it definitely was going to leave a bruise at this rate. While there was little chance the Slytherin would wear shorts (he found them distasteful), he was glad about his decision to wear long pants that covered his legs. Soft fabric was not a replacement for his fencing gear, but it was better than nothing.

The pain he felt now was nothing compared to the events going on in his life. He ignored the stinging sensation in his leg in order to prepare for the onslaught of strikes coming in his direction. His hand on his sword remained steady as he tried his best to defend against the furious woman. Yes, she had upgraded to furious woman because she was actively trying to stab him. He was pretty sure she would have been disqualified a lot time ago in an actual fencing match. Her style was something strange and foreign, but he wouldn't underestimate her.

Her speed had caught the boy off-guard, considering he hadn't expected much of her with her weird looking outfit and hairstyle. She looked more like a wannabe than anyone serious. As she continued her attempts to injury him and possibly mane him because Elias still did not know the win conditions for this bizarre match, he noticed an opening in one her strikes. Like the female warrior, he did not hesitate to take any opening she gave him. With as much speed he could muster, he redirected her blade towards the ground before moving his wooden sword in the direction of her torso. It still felt strange to use a wooden sword. The wood was much too stiff compared to his foil or sabre. Maybe that was why he miscalculated his own speed at this moment because Elias Deveaux rarely made mistakes. At the very last second, the girl turned her blade on him and whacked him square in his left shoulder. The pain from getting his leg hit was nothing compared to the force of her sword against his left shoulder.

Still holding to his sword, he rubbed his shoulder gingerly. If his shoulder was alive, it’d be screaming at him for agreeing to a stupid match that involved physically wounding the other person. The girl was an absolute barbarian. He was about to be done with the stupid match because nothing was worth the bruise that was most likely forming on his shoulder. Unfortunately, the girl was as arrogant as they could get. He could only stare at her with an incredulous expression as she suggested that he forfeit the match instead. Like she was doing him a favor. He nearly glared at her. The last time he checked, he also managed to strike her shoulder. It must have hurt for her too because he used as much strength as possible. There was no mercy shown for people like her.

“You mean when your sword managed to barely hit my shoulder? Don’t make me laugh. I can do this all day,” said Elias. Even as he made up his lie, he was feeling a numbing sensation along his left arm.

At least it wasn’t his sword arm.

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Once again, to facilitate the action sequences, Jynx gave me permission to move Elias.

“Very well,” was Lifen’s response. “Don’t blame me when I beat you!” A smirk grew across her lips as she reversed her right hand’s grip on the sword. Without warning, she flew across the field, her dark robes trailing behind her, footsteps kicking up clods of earth. When she reached striking range, her wooden sword lashed out towards Elias’s face. A quick deflection from the boy saved his chin from being clipped by the uppercut. Unluckily for him, Lifen was unrelenting and followed up with a wide two-handed swing at his midsection. With but a moment to spare, Elias jumped backwards to avoid the blow. The edge of the sword caught the open flap of Elias’s robes as it swished harmlessly through the air.

Seizing the opportunity to attack, Elias leapt forward, his sword aiming directly for Lifen’s left shoulder. The blade came into contact with her body and glanced off her arm as the girl attempted to dodge. Lifen had managed only to twist partially out of the way because the previous hit to her torso caused her abdominal muscles to seize. Before she had the time to recover, a second stab to the torso swiftly followed. The fencing practitioner purposely aimed for Lifen’s weakened side. The girl raised her sword up in time to block the second jab, but doing so had left her legs exposed. Elias capitalized on the opening, and finished the combo with a slash at her exposed left calf.

A warrior with less grit would’ve fallen upon their knees then and there. Not Lifen Huang. Although she grimaced in pain from the fresh bruises on her shoulder and leg, her eyes burned with a ferocity akin to a wounded tiger’s. Pushing past the pain, she raised her sword high and brought it down with all her fury upon Elias’s exposed right thigh.

With both sides now quite badly injured, Lifen staggered as she retreated. Her calf smarted, her shoulder had a dull ache, and her abdomen was sending shooting pains throughout her left side. Despite her injuries, Lifen wasn’t focused on the pain. Instead, of all the things that went through the girl’s mind, it was that the boy’s fighting style wasn’t what she had expected. During the fight he had relied mostly on lunges, jumps, and stabs. If she remembered correctly, Thanatos Helstrom was well-known for carrying a wooden katana around. Now that she thought of it, where was his katana? Why had he borrowed one of her swords? If he was a katana user, Lifen expected a more cautious fighting style that resembled kendo and iaido, both of which advocated having stances that were lower to the ground and didn’t have many jumps. Most glaring of all was that Japanese sword styles incorporated slashes and above-the-head strikes. There had been few in this fight.

Puzzled, Lifen called out across the meadow to her opponent. “Your fighting style is unknown to me, Helstrom.” With a shrug of the good shoulder and a smile, she admitted, “Nevertheless, you fight rather well.” That was the truth. While she could continue to fight and leave the both of them even more battered than they were already, she chose not to raise her sword again. She had seen more than enough; the boy had proven he was a skilled fighter. Still, Lifen had no intention of giving in to her parents’ plans, and swearing by her unwavering belief in fairness, determined that this fight had been a draw.

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