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/sparkle pharaohking October 27 2009, 11:02:33 UTC

Well, Shinji sure hoped he wouldn't give him any.

Every blow was met with the best block that he could manage, but on one particular one, he found himself being slightly overpowered, his blade shifting an inch or two closer to his face with the brute force. He was having a hard time catching his breath with the fast pace of the battle, so he inhaled deeply and pressed on, determined to get at least one gash on Hijikata.

And for a moment, it almost seemed like the boatswain would get his wish of striking Shinji, but as the blond leaped back, only an article of his clothing got caught. And not just any article. His fucking tie, which lay abandoned on the dusty deck floor. Half of it was missing when he took one spare second to glance down, and sighing, he brought his right hand up to the knot, sword not quite lowered yet.

"Man, and I liked this tie," he whined outloud, easily undoing the windsor knot and pulling the mutilated red necktie off. "Guess we're even now, huh?"

He didn't wait for an answer, though, and flung what remained of the tie at Hijikata's face, waiting for him to react before lunging forward in an opening.

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/they are not Cullen sparkles I hope mayovice October 27 2009, 14:54:15 UTC
Harder and harder he pushed on with his strike, giving his foe no time to think, no time to relax, no time to even know what was going on except for the endless attacks that were directed towards him. Hijikata himself was used to such battles - back in Solare, his instincts were all he could rely on to help he tide though the countless life and death battles he was forced to fight in, just in order to preserve his own life.

It was the only reason why he could fight as he was doing now; attacking with such rashness and velocity that no other sane swordsman would ever try to pull. This was the simplicity and concept of his own swordstyle - as unrestrained and wild as it was, it was a style that had no boundaries, no restraints; it could shift and adapt when necessary, and it was strong by itself.

Eventually though, he finally snapped out of his trance the moment his blade managed to cut though the blonde's tie, eyes snapping back into focus once his sword cut though something more than just air. He immediately stepped back by instinct, breath coming out in quiet pants as he readied his ground and watched Shinji - though the last thing he expected was for the other half of the cut tie to be chucked at him.

Instantly his instincts kicked in, raising his blade to slice through the tie right before Shinji jumped in before him with a lunge towards his shoulder. Again he just barely managed to dodge, twisting to the side so that all the sword would get was the frayed sleeve. He twisted around right after that, sword reaching out and trying to jab the other on the shoulder once again.

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/WELL... pharaohking October 27 2009, 15:43:09 UTC

Breathlessly, the Vizard slammed his blade into Hijikata's so that he could deflect it away from his shoulder, unwilling to have anything severed just quite yet. Earlier he'd figured he had the upper hand in this fight, but now, it really seemed like anyone's game. The other man seemed to be getting more into it, his swings becoming more violent, less concentrated and more focused on skewering him. His head could easily be rolling around on the ground soon enough.

It was almost a little alarming, and narrowing his eyes slightly, Shinji swung his sword around to go in from the side to prevent him from attacking head on once more.

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/suspicious looks mayovice October 29 2009, 00:28:42 UTC
Another loud clang resounded through the area as the two blades met once again, followed by the screech of metal scratching against metal when Hijikata twisted his blade to scrape against the other's in a bright flurry of sparks. Managing to deflect his blade, the boatswain gave distance between themselves once more, hand clutched around his sword in a death grip. His breaths were still quiet, controlled - a sign that he still had more than enough stamina to go on with the battle.

He wasn't too sure how much longer the other was able to go on, but no matter what the officer was still going to damn well try his best to bring the other down. This was his duty, as a crew member of the Victoria II. Taking the first strike this time, Hijikata sprung forth, charging head on with his sword at the ready as he swing it down towards Shinji's head.

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/halo? pharaohking October 29 2009, 02:05:03 UTC

And again, it was blocked.

The blond was feeling the strain resonating in his wrist and thigh muscles, and the back of his shirt was beginning to stick lightly to his skin in a show of just how strenuous this fight had become. It wasn't difficult by any means, but Shinji was already growing somewhat breathless from the speed and intensity of every powerful swing, on both his end and Hijikata's.

He curved his fingers around sharp enough of his blade, pushing into the other man's sword as he tried not to grit his teeth.

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/I DON'T BELIEVE THAT HALO THAR. mayovice October 29 2009, 02:14:03 UTC
Meeting the push head on now, Hijikata pushed back as well against Shinji's blade, never giving the blonde an inch. Shinji may have his magic, but when in came to physical strength the samurai was going to make sure that he was in no way going to lose out to the other. Still, he had to be careful - if the blonde decided to use his magic, then things were going to take a very big turn.

Narrowing his eyes, the officer bit down on his lip in order to still himself from the effort used to hold his ground. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, dripping down from his jaw and to the floor of the deck.

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/CRY i meant "around the sharp end of", what the hell! pharaohking October 29 2009, 02:56:04 UTC

The use of magic probably would've been a smart idea, but Shinji had already accepted early on in the fight that he wouldn't use any unless his life was at stake. And right then, it wasn't. It wasn't so much out of a niceness directed at Hijikata, but moreso an example of his own restraint. Hijikata was strong, so he'd fight back against him. But he didn't seem to know any magic, as far as the Vizard could sense, so using magic against him would be extremely unfair, no matter how badly he wanted the guy out of his damn hair.

Of course, that didn't mean he was taking it easy on him. Just that, this time, the boatswain didn't have to worry about blasts of reiatsu knocking him off his feet.

With a shove at the other's blade, Shinji backed up, his fingers curling once again around the hilt. They seemed to be on more even ground now, which meant he'd have to take him out sooner rather than later.

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/pat mayovice October 29 2009, 05:05:56 UTC
Distance between them now, Hijikata held his position as he studied Shinji through his eyes, brows furrowing into a scowl. While it was good that the pirate hadn't used any of his magic tricks against him, it was still somewhat worrying - and frustrating. For there could be only one reason why the magic hadn't been forced out yet, and that reason was...

The boatswain growled as that thought crossed his mind, eyes flashing in anger as he tightened the grip on his sword charged forth once more, swinging the blade towards the other's side viciously with all the strength he could muster in his sword arm.

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my life is over now, kb pharaohking October 29 2009, 05:33:52 UTC

With that sort of swing, he should've been able to rip a huge gash in Shinji's side, and if the blond had been any slower, he really might have. But instead of inflicting any damage, the tip of the blade only caught the hem of his dark shirt, ripping an incision into the black material. Now, of course, this damage wasn't as horrifying as the loss of his tie. In fact, he could cope with this. But it also meant that he would really have to raise his guard to ensure that the sword wouldn't slice through more than clothing next time.

He immediately sprung back on reflex after the slight damage had been dealt, coming in from the side and aiming for his shoulder.

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/kills you softly mayovice October 29 2009, 07:05:45 UTC
An eye for an eye, as the saying went - and the words proved more than true in Hijikata's life. As he twisted to the side again to avoid the blow, the tip of Shinji's blade snagged onto the back of his sleeve, cutting though the cloth slightly as the man ducked down and put distance between them yet again. He wasn't too concerned about his coat - he could get it replaced like how he often had to replace his boots now - but it was seriously frustrating anyway.

Making his move, the samurai did a mirror move of Shinji's own strike - another attempt towards his elbow in a bid to try and throw him off.

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/whines because SHE DID NOT SAVE THIS TAG (ty ten) pharaohking October 29 2009, 12:25:07 UTC

As gifted as they both were at sword fighting, all they seemed to be doing was cutting clothes. Shinji wondered just how long it'd be before they tore each other's clothes to shreds, and all without even drawing any blood. It was something he didn't want to see, but at this point, slicing through anything but a jacket would've been a gift. Maybe he wasn't as frustrated about it as Hijikata, but the mild irritation was there, slowly ebbing away at his temples.

His blade whipped through the air, flipping around in his hands to vertically block the strike. It was a little messy, and admittedly, he could've been faster with it, but it was getting to a point where his exhaustion was impeding his skill, and that thought alone was more annoying than he wanted to admit.

A bright blue light suddenly appeared along the edge of the blond's katana, flickering and shuddering like a small jolt of electricity. It was harmless, but it created an unstable friction between the two swords, causing them both to shudder and grind horribly against each other.

And if Hijikata had looked up at Shinji, he would've seen more than anger reflecting in those amber irises.

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LJ is evil. >: mayovice October 29 2009, 12:53:31 UTC
If they did happen to cut each other's clothes to shreds, Hijikata wouldn't mind too much - he usually trained half-naked in the early morning, and if anything the lack of cloth restraint would only help him in his reflexes. It was kind of... strange, but it was something that the samurai was used to - he did spend six years in Solare with nothing but his one-piece yukata and his blade after all.

Still, there were far more magic users that he'd ever know, and he wasn't prepared for the sudden jolt of magic that rattled through his blade and up his arm, the sheer intensity of the power almost making him lose grip of his sword. It was only thanks to instinct that he managed to keep his hold on it before he dropped it. He was distracted enough at that moment to not have noticed the flicker of magic within the blonde's eyes, and instead quickly regained his own position by drawing his sword back and swinging it back down towards his side once more without pause.

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/beats it with a stick and OH GOD STOP MAKING ME GUTTER FNNGHHH pharaohking October 29 2009, 14:38:15 UTC

Shinji had already predicted a side blow from the other man and brought his own sword up to slam it against Hijikata's, the harsh clang echoing in his head as he adjusted the blade, steel screeching as he angled the blade downward. His biceps screamed with the physical exertion, and tensing his jaw, the Vizard aimed it down toward the boatswain's upper leg.

He was done playing nice.

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/never :D mayovice October 29 2009, 15:02:45 UTC
Hijikata pulled his own blade up just as Shinji pulled his down, metal scraping against metal as they did so. The sparks that came from that flew wildly, and some of them almost flew into his eyes - by instinct the dark-haired man was forced to take a step back and raise up his arm to shield his eyes, but that moment was all that was needed for the attack to turn from avoidable to utterly unavoidable. By the time he opened his eyes, the blade was inches away from his leg.

It was only pure instinct that saved him from getting his hamstrings cut or anything - impulse grabbing hold of him, the man made an attempt to leap back and avoid the sword. But it was really far too late, and just as he tried to jump back the blade cut through the cloth of his pants and right into flesh and skin. A brief sting of pain accompanied the slash, but adrenaline did well to cover up the pain as Hijikata took the chance and did a twist around, sword jabbing out in a vicious thrust towards his shoulder once more.

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/we should bring this to an end soon, love. also, matching icons 8) pharaohking October 30 2009, 13:29:37 UTC

Finally, damage had been inflicted. It didn't matter what kind of damage; Shinji managed to take back the upper hand, and without looking smug in the least, when he normally might've, the blond swiftly ducked to avoid the strike. While he wasn't as gifted at hand-to-hand combat as some people were, he did have his own tricks up his sleeve. He was fast, sometimes scarily so, and his flexibility allowed for him to react to things quicker and maneuver himself more easily in a fight. Slight as he was, it made for better reaction times that had saved his life in battle more than once, for sure.

Crouched down on his knees, but only for a second, the taller boy snapped back up to his standing about a foot away from the other man, sword flipped around in his hands and bandaged hilt aimed right at Hijikata's gut. He didn't want to skewer the guy, just knock him off his guard with a blow to the stomach. Disorient him, even if only for a few moments.

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/...pfffft. mayovice October 30 2009, 16:43:45 UTC
Adrenaline running through his body now in order to cover up the pain that would otherwise paralyse him, Hijikata was far too caught up in the rush of energy to notice the hilt going towards him. But once again, instinct took hold and instead of being hit in the gut, he was only hit by the side. Still, it was more than enough to knock him off his senses for just the few moments that Shinji needed. The dark-haired man stumbled back at the impact, a violent jolt of pain running up his side and through his body, momentarily freezing him and his own mind thrown off balance.

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