Ballad vs Akame (Mock Fight)

[Corporal Light]

“Nauseating…” Ballad whispered to himself as he plunged the cleaver into the limb of the dead troll, managing to slice it halfway but not completely cutting it off. Blood flew out from the wound as he jerked it from the arm, grunting in an annoyed manner.


He had been working on this particular job for over a few hours. It had started at roughly nine o’clock at night, when he had tasked a particular group of captured trolls to dig mass graves for their future kin. The many that had rebelled were swiftly dealt with in brutal fashion, and the rest has been taken care of soon after their work was complete. They had done a rather decent job with the materials he had given them; the graveyard was massive, stretching over a large field covered in snow. There were approximately two hundred graves, each marked by a stone slab buried into the earth. He had been half tempted to force the surviving trolls to carve the names of their loved ones into the slabs, but he decided against it despite SPBs urgings. He did have to hold up an image of an overzealous warlord, of course, but there were lines even an overzealous wouldn’t cross.


He finally managed to remove the limb from the mutilated troll’s body as he slammed the cleaver into the arm. Sighing, he picked up the other carved up appendages, stashing them away in a red wheelbarrow he had created at the start of his job. It was already rather full, with various pieces of gore piled up onto each other.

He wiped his blood covered black gloves along his green pants, shivering. His golden glowing eyes glanced up towards the darkened sky covered by giant clouds. Said clouds were dropping tiny particles of snow onto the ground; thankfully, it wasn’t enough to hinder his eyesight.


He tightened the crimson scarf around his neck as he walked towards the wheelbarrow, tossing the cleaver behind him.


Good thing the dwarves are back at camp… he thought, grabbing onto the handles of the wheelbarrow, I could simply say I was on a “classified” mission as I deliver these offerings to the dragons.


He was about to start moving the cart forward when he turned his head to his left, seeing a lone figure off in the distance.


The figure stood at the bottom of an incline that lead up to him, surrounded on all sides by the stone slabs that marked the graves of the future dead. The figure had long, black hair that ran all the way down to her knees, covering up her otherwise bare legs alongside her black mini dress. She was wearing a long, dark coat, probably to keep herself warm in the cold field. Ballad glanced down towards her left hand, narrowing his eyes as he saw the katana in her hand.


He sighed, letting go of the handles of the cart. He probably should’ve expected something like this was going to happen. Maybe one of the dwarves caught on to what he was planning and had sent an assassin after him. Or maybe he had played his overzealous dwarven leader tactic a little TOO well. Or someone just wanted his bounty.


It hardly mattered. What did was the fact that there was a girl, holding a blade, and obviously intending to use it on him.


He stood on top of the hill, his hands to his sides as he looked down towards his opponent. He called out to her, his voice polite and fanciful while also holding a commanding tone.


“I would bid you to elucidate as to your motive for this elimination, but I am a perspicacious individual. I’m sure I’ve committed some misdeed of yore.” He called, harrumphing when he received no response.

General Zealot

He reached up to his green trapper hat, adjusting it in a formal manner even as he continued to speak, “Regardless, I must humbly refuse this act of malice aforethought, for my mission is far too important for acts such as this to divert me. With these final words of departure, I command you to leave these hallowed grounds before I resort to other measures to ensure it.”


He did not wait for a proper response. He slid his hand into his coat, removing his revolver.

Word Count: 723
Intro Post Done! Akame can either do a full Round 1 Post on her turn or do an intro post of her own.

[Dawnika Snow]

It's the same old business. Some psycho needs to die because they're a threat to peace. Akame sighed and the heat from her breath flew out visible. Good thing she had remembered her scarf, it was pretty cold out here. Not to mention that might make it tough to fight in this environment.

She walked pasted the many graves that littered the yard and a few memorial tomb like graves before finding her target. Slowly Murasame was released from it's holster. Ballad. He was more dangerous than his name implies, and Akame knew that. She was going to approach this cautiously.

When he spoke out to her, Akame ignored most of the non-sense he dribbled on about. She spoke out to him with the only phrase that would matter right now. "Kyoudekiwa Ballad, Homiru." With that Akame readied herself for the inevitable fight. Raising her katana towards Ballad honorably but also in challenge.

[Corporal Light]

What is she doing?

I conjecture that she is challenging us.

From the bottom of the hill…

Personally, those utterances are striking. An enthralling tongue, worthy of transliteration.

Be quiet. Trying to concentrate.

The virescent gunsmith stared down at the female assassin at the bottom of the incline. She had lifted her sword up to him, her hands tightly gripped around the hilt of her blade. She slowly brought it to her torso, the blade pointed diagonally towards the ground in a combat stance. It was a rather upright display, one that any opponent would’ve respected and commended her for. After all, a fair fight was a good fight, right?

A blast of gunpowder, followed by a bullet glancing off of her katana blade, was the answer to that question. She hopped back, gasping in shock. She looked up towards Ballad, seeing a patch of smoke billowing out of his revolver.

“An honorable display…” He shouted, pulling the hammer of his revolver back, “A doltish display...”

The assassin swiftly ran forward, beginning her assault as she charged up the hill. The gunner fired, the bullet smacking into the ground near her feet. She halted, barely ducking underneath a third bullet as it grazed her head, knocking off a patch of hair. A grimace appeared on her face; it was obvious that this man had no intention of fighting in a fair and honorable manner. He thought himself above such things, didn’t he? Just like a regular old psychopath.

She rolled to the side, a bullet crashing into the ground next to her and kicking up snow as she stopped in front of a stone slab. She remained crouched and completely still, letting in a series of deep breaths. She held her katana near her side, resting her face against the grave. No sooner did she do so when the top of the slab exploded in her face, causing her to scream out in pain and shock as she fell backwards.

“For an assassin, you are a rather imbecilic combatant,” The inventor taunted, his tone still polite as he peered down at the grave the woman hid behind. Its top had been blown clean off, leaving a jagged hole, “if I hadn’t been here for hours doing the saintly work, I might’ve presumed this to be a trick of some sort.”

The soldier kept his eyes on the ravaged grave, his steel revolver aimed directly at it. He waited impatiently for her to make a move, the weight of his pistol lower than normal. He bit his lower lip. Just one bullet….

He shook his head. Of COURSE he was gonna hit her! What was he so worried about? He had a full arsenal of weapons and all she had was a stupid sword. It almost felt like an insult fighting someone so unprepared. He shouldn’t have had to deal with it, not with him busy setting his plans into motion.

That got him, or rather, SPB, thinking. The very reason he was even collecting all of those pieces of troll meat was for the dragons. SPB had predicted that the dragons had a fondness for that kind of stuff, and would listen if he gave them plenty of offerings within a short amount of time. But that was just one step out of a giant outline for the ultimate goal. Same with his rising up the rankings of the Dwarven Army. Same with the mass graves. Same with everything he had done in the Frozen Fields since he had gotten there.

It was peace. It was all for peace. And he knew from experience that there was only one way to bring it about… starting with the money-making, greedy assassin’s demise.

Finally, after a few seconds, he saw a shine reflecting off of his opponent’s sword from behind the stone grave. He thoughtlessly pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing across the landscape as the bullet jettisoned out from the barrel, barreling towards her.

The bullet smashed into the hill, missing the sword completely. His eyes widened, seeing the lady slide the sword back down, a smirk on her face. She quickly leaped over the stone grave, rushing up the hill. She was already halfway there by the time he had given any thought to change weapons. He quickly stashed his revolver inside his holster, moving his hands to the hilt of his pickaxe.

“I will acknowledge a cunning fetch when I observe one, o assassin. Alas, that is all you possess besides your blade,” he mocked, readying himself to block her incoming attacks.

Word Count: 763
Powers Used: Foresight (Akame)
Moves Used: .480 Revolver (Ballad), Pickaxe (Ballad)

Round 1 Post for Ballad complete! Next goes to you Akame!