Akame vs. Dawson Guidio (Mock)

[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?"