Akame vs. Dawson Guidio (Mock)

[Dawnika Snow]

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The fight will be held in Coruscant. The main source of the fight is that Dawson has been labeled as a threat to the Revolutionary Army and is now a target to Akame.

Judge: Adam/Colonel/Blargh-God Frog

Dawson will start first on account of a random dice roll. The fight starts on his first post to this thread.

[Moon]

Dawson had only been trying to figure out the ins and outs of this Omniverse thing. A simple walk around. Nothing more. So what exactly triggered him becoming a target of a "revolutionary army". It made quite little sense. But still, he had to talk himself out. He wasn't exactly up to snuff, missing half of his repertoire, and being considerably weaker here than in other places. All he could hope is that his people skills (or lack thereof) changed for the better.


"I really don't have the time right now. I haven't even done anything except exist. Is that really too much for you?" the Prime asked, steeling himself in case it didn't work out... Oh, who was he kidding. Of course it wasn't.

[Dawnika Snow]

Akame approached her target. He was obviously confused as to why a member of a revolutionary army was wanting to kill him. "If you truly don't have time to protect yourself, you wont be existing for much longer than a minute. You were labeled as a target, and I intend to eliminate you." Akame stood from the distance that separated them and studied her opponent. He looked like an average guy, other than his massive size. It was obvious that his appearance wasn't just for show: he would be tough, and strong. 'I'll play it safe, stay defense and try to wear him out a little before I try a big attack,' Akame thought to herself as she readied herself for the upcoming attack of her opponent.

(Fight start)

[Moon]

Unfortunately, that did not work as planned. Time to defend himself from the attack. From underneath his coat, he produced his sword. "Fine. Fair warning, though... You're not gonna like what comes next." Mr. Nice Guy was gone for vacation.


With a small sigh, he took a step forward. "Y'know, I really don't want to fight you right now. I just got here, and really don't understand these... uh... 'omniphysics'. Whatever they are. But I suppose we can't-" Cutting himself off, he attempted a slice at the girl in front of him, at full force. "-win them all, huh."

This wasn't right. Hopefully, the majority of his power remained. Well. Okay. Now to go on the defensive.

[Dawnika Snow]

His movements were sudden, but from this distance she had ample time to defend herself. Their swords meet one another's steel with a loud clang. "Don't under-estimate your opponent. Stay focused, and be ready or you'll die where you stand. You're strong, but I'm not called the One-Cut Killer for nothing." Akame knew he may have had perceptions about her being weak due to her small stature, but even if Murasame's Curse was null right now, she is still a swordsman who should not be reckoned with. The red eyed girl threw her sword up on to his, attempting to throw Dawson of balance. This was successful. His arms flew up and Akame took her chance.

With a quick spin, her foot met his chest. He slid back on his heels a few feet and came to a stop. When Dawson looked back up to his opponent, he could see her already coming back for more. She was fast, not only on her feet, but with her sword as well. Keeping up with her would be a bit tough for Dawson if he didn't pay good enough attention to her movements. Their swords clashed again, a few times back and forth. Dawson didn't seem too fazed from the shot to the chest. '[b]Perhaps I need a little more time before I go on the offensive. He's still retaining his energy, even with that blow to the chest.[b/]' Amidst her train of thought, Akame felt pain in her leg from a low blow while she was formulating more on her strategy. She backed off, unfazed from the pain in her thigh in which the cut landed. Akame grinned as her next move came to mind.

Feint. She charged her opponent with what had looked like an obvious vertical slash, going for his head. His response was to step to his right, out of the way, and return with a horizontal slash to her back. This failed, as Akame wanted him to do this. She ducked under it and swiped her leg under his, knocking him off his feet and to the ground. This was followed by another slash where Akame had wished to end it. Unfortunately, Dawson was able to catch her blade with his. "I warned you," Akame said bluntly as she tried to force her sword past his. He was in a bad predicament here, if he didn't get off the ground soon, he wouldn't be getting off it anytime soon.

[Moon]

A kick to the chest, and knocked over good. This was going places that he'd prefer not to be in. Luckily, his strength barely outdid hers, and he managed to kick her off him. Scrambling to his feet, he noticed she was already on her way with another attack. Damn, that was early. Early enough that he couldn't retaliate in time. And with that, he got a shiny new cut on his left arm for the collection.


He was, however, able to counter her, with a quick slice to her other leg. Following right up on this, he ducked down and delivered a sweeping kick. She went down fast. Dawson backed off, assessing his situation. He wasn't badly hurt. A bit sore in the chest, and was bleeding a bit. Other than that, he wasn't too bad. By the time he'd reached his conclusion, she was already on her way up, and attacking.


But this time, he was ready. He ducked under her slice and slammed his fist into her stomach twice. The hunter took advantage of this, though, and got a slice in across his back. Dawson moved out of the way before he could take more damage.


"Alright. You're good. I'll give you that. So, uh, I never got your name." he asked, sword's point an inch or two in the ground. "I'm Jupiter. Well, probably not. I don't know."

[Dawnika Snow]

Akame squealed and began to cough as his fist connected with her stomach twice. She backed off to catch her breath. Her ears perked up as she heard him ask for her name. "My name is Akame. I am member of the elite assassin special force team known as Night Raid. We are a branch of the revolutionary army that deals in taking out high value targets." She took a moment to think before she charged in this time, she needed a new strategy, her's wasn't working right now. 'Okay...he is a little smarter than I expected. He's trying to slow me down with lighter attacks to come in with a big hit. Too bad I'm not even using my full speed yet. Even with these injuries, I can move faster. I know just how to get a good shot in him, but it may be a little risky. Just need to get him in the air.'

Akame grinned with her new plan as it formed in her mind. "Better hope you can move fast. Here I come!" She dug her feet into the ground and took off quickly. Her blade swung through the air as fast as a rabbit could run. 'Damn! Did she get faster?! Was she just holding back at first?! This is bad, I can't keep up! While his thoughts distracted him, Akame's fist connected with his chest, sending him skidding back a little. He let out a cough from the blow to his chest. When he looked up, his enemy had jumped and was throwing her blade at him. Dawson's reaction was to quickly jump back. Murasame dug into the ground. Too bad for him, this is exactly what Akame's plan had folded out to be. Unable to move any direction but backwards, Dawson was stuck. Akame grabbed her blade quickly from the earth and, with a spin, threw at her opponent again. It jammed it's way into his stomach. Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed it up.

Though the blade went into his body, it didn't come out the other end. Nothing fatal was hit, so Dawson was not ready to give up yet. He pulled the blade from his stomach and held it in his free hand. "Thanks for the new weapon," he smirked, thinking he now had the upper hand. Akame was unfazed. "If I believed you could kill me with Murasame, I wouldn't have given you a chance to take it from me. A weapon is only as good as the user makes it to be. If you really think you can kill me with my own blade, prove me wrong." Akame said readying herself for his next assault, digging her feet into the ground. She held Murasame's hilt in her hands like a sword to prepare her defense.

"Akame. Why do we have to fight? I have done nothing wrong, this fighting is senseless." Akame stood, still unfazed not lowering her guard. "Simply because you are my target. I kill you and finish the mission. It's our code in Night Raid, we finish the mission and come back alive, no matter what. Whether or not the fight is senseless, someone wants you dead and I'll be damned if I die now." Dawson couldn't exactly comprehend what Akame was saying, but he tried to sympathize. Although, now was not the time get all mushy or anything. On the offensive.

Dawson came in on Akame. She used Murasame's hilt to deflect attacks from both the swords he now wielded.'Even unarmed, she's doing well. I need to get a good hit in somewhere. Let's try to make an opening-' Dawson's thoughts were cut off as Murasame was stopped in a weird way. Akame had caught her own blade with her hand! "Murasame's curse doesn't work here, so I can't die from a single cut by catching it.' With her free right hand, Akame reached in and nailed Dawson on the chin. Blood poured from her hand where she had been cut from Murasame. Her left hand was pretty much useless at this point.

[Moon]

Ugh. This was bad. He'd taken a few more hits than he'd wanted to take. A good slice in the stomach, and maybe a broken jaw. Probably not, but there was that chance. Worse, he'd lost his extra weapon. Luckily, he had a bit more defense on his side, which allowed him to go on without too much hindrance. Problem is, damn, was she fast. It'd be hard to get a good hit in. But he had to try.

"Listen. I'm gonna give you one-" He coughed, a small bit of blood leaking out. "-more chance to reconsider. Take one more step, and I can't guarantee your survival."


Of course, she replied to this. "You're my target. And I have to kill you, willingly or not. No hard feelings, I hope."

With that, she ran forward, in an attempt to finish him off. Straight for the throat, quite literally. She would have got him, too. However, she barely missed, and Dawson stuck his leg out. Unable to stop her momentum, she toppled over and fell on her face. The other Prime used this to get a few good slices in on her back, ending with impaling her. No organs were hit. Before Dawson could get any more blows in, she knocked him off. He tumbled a few feet back, and Akame gave him a swift kick to his stomach wound.

"O-okay, now that's just fighting dirty." he muttered, taking a few steps to the side. Now was the time to strategize. His best chance was to disable her speed in some way. This would require deeply cutting, or even chopping off a leg. If he failed, he was probably done for. Added to that, she was likely holding back. Being dead didn't seem appealing, and she seemed way too eager to give him this. Then again, he did have an advantage in defense. So taking hits wasn't as bad of an option.


Speak of the devil, here she came now. The plan began at that moment. He ducked under a horizontal slice, and jumped out of the way of a vertical. The blade nicked his side on that second strike, but he ignored the jolt of pain down his left as he dodged. Using the time after that, he delivered a swift fist to her face. Here we go.


"I warned you, just saying." A slice to the stomach. A counter from her own blade gave him a good cut on his arm. He smacked her with the flat of his sword, then kicked her in the gut. Akame tried to distance herself. After this, she desperately tried to catch him with the tip of... Murasama, was it? Doesn't matter. It caught his arm again, which stung bad. He couldn't keep on taking hits like this.


At last, she tried for a real strike, which Dawson parried, not exactly neatly. He punched her in the right temple, and while she was distracted, reared his sword back. With a cry of pure determination, he brought the sword flying into her knee. It hit its mark dead on, and chopped the limb. Blood spattered everywhere. Akame panicked, swinging at his own leg. It hit, but rather softly compared to previous attempts. Only a small cut formed from that.


With that over and done, he backed off, attempting to offer her mercy. "Come on. I really don't want to have to kill you. It's against my morals. I try very hard to stick by those." He wasn't sure if she'd take that seriously. It didn't matter. If she refused, how could she attack him? If she accepted, he could just stop fighting. Still... There may be a few things to worry about. So he kept two hands on his sword, waiting for an answer.


What if she tricked him, though? "Better question. I'm going to leave you here. Anything you want me to say when I find your boss?"

[Dawnika Snow]

She couldn't get out of the way of the attack in time. Her legs was bleeding bad and moving too much would only make this work. Pain surged through her leg and hand, but she could bring this back in her favor. He tried to leave but she wasn't going to allow this. "Don't you turn your back to me! If you do, you''ll have your heart impaled from your back instead of your chest!" She screamed, which got Dawson's attention. She whispered, "finish the mission and get out," weakly. "Either kill me now, or die later. It's your choice. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do, like what I'm about to do."

With that, Akame knew if she didn't stop the bleeding in her leg, she would die. She grabbed hold of her shirt and tore it off. Dawson's eyes widened as she did this. The cloth became her bandage as she wrapped it around the deep laceration. It wouldn't stop the bleeding too much but it would most definitely help.

"Now finish me, or die." Her teeth clinched as she began to run to her opponent. Dawson was angered that it must resort to this, but he knew what he had to do now. "Fine! If you wish to throw your life away," he growled back at her. The footsteps stopped loudly on the concrete as the two neared each other once more.

The deep cut in her leg may impede her foot speed but it definitely didn't slow down her sword, or diminish her spirit. The blades swung, cutting through the air. Akame's bones chilled in this high stakes moment. One mistake and she was done for. The clashed, steel to steel. Her eyes lit up with murderous intent, Dawson could see that. "I wont lose! My friends are counting on me to return with mission complete! I can't let them down!" She swung her left hand forward at Dawson's face, her blood spewed forward finding it's way into Dawson's eyes. "Gah! In another movement, Akame's blade made a diagonal cut across his quadriceps on his right leg, followed by a punch to the stomach. Dawson fell backwards coughing up blood, landing on his backside. Akame came for the kill blow. She brought her sword down over top of him as he had just cleaned his eyes from the blood. Luckily he was able to roll out of the way and stand, but still Akame persisted. Another jab to his chin and he was staggered.

This is bad! She's still moving fast enough to get hits in. Another attack blocked from her sword. "Had enough yet!? Her anger knew no bounds: she wasn't going to die in this shit hole of a place, that's for sure.

Dawson threw her off but she came again, his time with a feint. She had noticed Dawson's back was nearly against the wall, and he was oblivious to this. It was time to pay him back for her leg. She came over head with a strike to his head but quickly changed to a kick with her good leg to the chest. He flew into the wall, where there was enough force to slightly crack the concrete. He staggered off the wall, still able to stand, but a little wobbly. Akame didn't care though, another attack came forth with her fist to his cheek. He spun in the air and fell to the ground: Akame was beating him senseless for payback, or she would've ended it there. Dawson groaned as pain surged through his whole body. "I told you not to under-estimate me!" Dawson stood before Akame could get another hit in and shook his head to regain his senses.

He was badly bruised and he could feel it. One of them was going to die soon, and he didn't want to be that one. "Okay, if this is how it's going to be, then fine!" Dawson had a new founded spirit to him. He rushed in as quick as he could, clangs of steel reverberated through the air as their blades met. They went on like this, evenly matched for a few seconds until finally someone got through, Dawson's sword had met Akame's upper arm. She backed off as soon as she felt the pain. They stood and opposed from about 20 meters away.

"We end this now, with our next attack!" She readied her blade. "Then prepare to die!" The two closed in on each other one more. The next strike would be fatal.

[Moon]

He was dead. Floating in heaven.


No, wait. It was just the moment. Two swords, one victor. They ran, they sliced.


They both stood, panting shared between the both of them. Then, the hunter fell, spurting up blood. The hybrid simply leaned against his sword, catching his breath. "Looks... like we're... about done here..." With a grunt, he pulled himself upright, and moved toward the dead huntress. With a moment of hesitation, almost like regret, he ended her pain.


And so ended Akame.