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[ripplingophelia]

Who: Ophelia (ripplingophelia) and Clare (dieprissydie)
What: Two old friends get reacquainted.
When: Now.
Where: The woods.
Rating: PG-13, for violence?

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[dieprissydie]

At the sound of her voice, Clare swallowed and walked away from the tree she was leaning against, facing Ophelia. She didn't pull her sword out just yet - it was not out of overconfidence, but sheer shock that kept her unable to do anything but stare.

That was not possible. Ophelia was killed by her own hands. None of this was making any sense.

But one thing she knew for certain - now was not the time to think about these things if she wanted to keep all of her limbs.

Taking a deep breath, Clare drew her Claymore.

[ripplingophelia]

If she'd cared to give any thought to it Clare's staring may have made her stop and wonder, but Ophelia was far too focused on the many ways she was going to hurt the other Claymore. "I've been waiting for you," she said, smiling unpleasantly, her sword held loosely in her right hand. "And now you're finally here."

Not wasting any time, Ophelia began to release her Yoki, just enough for her eyes to flash gold -- she didn't want to waste energy so soon. "It was pretty stupid of you to meet me. You should have run, like before." Gripping her sword in both hands, Ophelia launched herself forwards, aiming a strike at Clare's neck.

[dieprissydie]

Clare instantly brought her sword forward and crossed it with Ophelia's own, fending her off with ease that surprised her. She didn't even have to release any Youki.

Weak, she realized, eyes widening slightly. Ophelia's strength was exactly the same as it had been before her Awakening. Using the Windcutter, Clare aimed a blow towards Ophelia's stomach.

[ripplingophelia]

Clare's defense against her attack didn't take her by surprise, but the swift retaliation did. Not expecting the speed of the strike, and not having the speed to match it, Ophelia took the full force of the strike to her stomach.

Falling back, Ophelia stared at Clare with widened eyes and gripped her Claymore until her knuckles turned white. "What did you do?" she hissed through gritted teeth, blood flowing from the fresh wound and staining her uniform. Clare had done something, she had some trick up her sleeve. There was no way that forty seven was this strong.

Well, it didn't matter. Ophelia released more Youki, up to 20% this time, and jumped; she went over Clare's head, then brought her sword down at her back. Hopefully she would be fast enough this time.