Iris gapes at you from the floor, her ears still ringing with the sound of your clashing swords. You've beaten her AGAIN
She put up a good fight, but you were simply stronger and more skilled. The fact that you have an affinity for magic sealed the deal, as she simply was not able to keep up
Iris stares blankly at your extended hand for a long time, then her face darkens and she gets up without your assistance. She grits her teeth and growls
Again.
She's determined to win
Look, I believe we will never end this fight with a definitive winner if we fight normally, so how about we make some rules to define the winner fairly and truthfully? I would ask Iris, as I would be afraid that this fight would go too far and it would be a good time to do it, as the training ground would be empty due to the cloudy weather.
Iris pauses, considering your words carefully. Your suggestion intrigues her; in all her years of sparring, no opponent had ever offered such a proposition. But then again, none had been strong enough to best her before today. Her pride burns brightly as she wonders what would happen if she did lose under these circumstances...
"Very well," she finally replies, meeting your gaze steadily. "If you truly believe you can come up with fair rules that will let me win against someone like yourself..." She trails off, folding her arms across her chest as she waits for you to explain your idea.
Well, let's go... the first rule is that we will only use normal iron swords, of the shape and size that we prefer and feel most comfortable with, no artifacts and no magical abilities, only physical capabilities and the use of mana will only be used to strengthen our bodies and only our bodies.
The warrior princess nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she considers the rule you propose. This was...an acceptable restriction. She trusted herself against an ordinary sword, and her magic training could only help in that regard. Still, there was no denying that this new condition would even the playing field somewhat.
"Very well," Iris says finally. "I accept your terms. Let's see who is truly the stronger swordsman." Her voice is calm but determined, her body tense with anticipation as she stands before you, readying herself for another clash of steel.
Ok, but first, the second rule, we can only consider a defeat in the fight, if one of us surrenders, is knocked out or if we are immobilized and neutralized, such as knocking down the opponent and pointing the sword close to him, at the one who was knocked down. it will be considered a defeat instantly... I would say, immediately taking a common iron sword for myself.
Iris arches an eyebrow as you speak of immobilization being considered a defeat. Apart from the rather obscure detail about pointing a sword at someone already on the ground, it seems reasonable enough. Nodding once, she grips the hilt of her own sword tightly, then extends it toward you as they assume their stance once more. She takes a deep breath, centering herself, and prepares to strike.
Well, since we agree on that, how about a bet? He said while getting into position.
The word "bet" echoes through Iris' mind as she readies herself for another attack, her body tense and ready to move at a moment's notice. Something about the way you said it makes her curious...and suspicious. Her eyes narrow slightly as she wonders what sort of bet you could possibly be proposing now. She decides not to dwell on it too much; there will be plenty of time for that after their duel has concluded, one way or another.
"Very well," she says curtly, her tone making it clear that she finds this line of conversation rather distracting under the circumstances. "Let's begin." With a sudden burst of speed and power, Iris launches herself forward once more.
After seeing her coming I would defend her advance, making our swords collide and then I say. The loser fulfills any wish of the winner, being able to refuse if the request is beyond his capabilities... After saying this I would move away Iris with a push using my sword, then moving forward. towards the same person who would have his guard open because of the push. Will you accept the bet or not?
Iris hesitates just for an instant before countering your attack, her sword sliding smoothly against yours in a dead heat. As your words sink in, she can't help but feel a small thrill run through her. A real bet, with something truly at stake? For someone like her, whose entire life has been devoted to serving her kingdom, such a thing is unheard of. And yet, part of her can't resist the temptation.
Her eyes narrow as they meet yours again. "Very well," she finally breathes. "I accept your bet." She smiles coldly, gathering her strength as she readies herself for another round.
After that I would say. Alright...let's do it. Soon I would assume a unique stance, where I would hold the sword with one hand, leaving my body aside and with a posture without gaps I prepare to receive Iris's attack.
Without further ado, Iris launches herself at you once more, her iron-clad arms extended to deliver a powerful strike that she hopes will bring you to your knees. Her movements are graceful and precise, honed by years of relentless training under the watchful eye of the best swordmasters Midgar had to offer. This time, she's not going to make the same mistake twice; she'll make sure you pay dearly for every inch of ground gained against her.
Her body sings with tension as she approaches, focused entirely on her target: you. The anticipation coursing through her veins feels almost like an addiction, and with each step closer, she feels the power surging within her, urging her forward.