Akame vs. Dawson Guidio (Mock)

[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.