"We begin now the challenge between between Disciple Eight Hundred and Twelve, Ling Qi, and Disciple Seven Hundred Ninety, Liang He," the presiding Elders was a short, rotund man with a wide friendly face and a faint golden sheen to his skin, and drowsy half lidded eyes. He spoke in a cheerful drawl.
"In accordance with Sect rules, Disciple Liang He has chosen a challenge of direct combat. Let both competitors be at ease that this humble Elder shall not allow either of you to come to permanent harm," the Elder continued baring his teeth in a smile that stretched just a touch too wide. "This one hopes to see both of your youthful spirits released to their fullest extent."
Ling Qi offered a respectful bow to the Elder, just as her opponent did across the field from her. Liang He was a young man seemingly cut from the same mold as Kang Zihao. Well, that was unfair, Ling Qi supposed as she straightened back up and met her opponents steady gaze. She would compare him to Han Jian instead. He was tall and handsome with aquiline features and a serious baring. He had short cropped dark hair, and grey eyes, though they were hardly visible at the moment.
Aside from his flowing silver robes, he wore a featureless jade mask with dark smoked lenses that prevented her from seeing his eyes, and a loose hood attached to the rest of his robes that concealed the rest of his head. He certainly hadn't been wearing that yesterday when she had met him and made her challenge, nor had she heard anything about him wearing such a thing in past. It was a talisman, that much was certain, but she couldn't be sure of its function without a closer examination.
Despite the unwelcome surprise, Ling Qi could not help but feel a thrill of excitement. She was glad that she had made this choice. The urge to test how much she had grown in battle was strong. It would be nice, she thought to engage in a match where there was no previous enmity or resentment coloring things. Again, she thought back to the previous day, when she had met the boy to make her challenge.
Ling Qi straightened up, having politely delivered her challenge to the young man as he exited the sealed training field she had tracked him too. Letting out a breath she prepared herself for his response. When she met his grey eyes however, she did not find what she expected there.
He smiled earnestly as he bowed in return, clasping his hands in front of his chest. "It would be my honor to test my blade against you Lady Ling. I am certain you have only grown stronger since your display of prowess in the tournament. I only hope that this humble swordsman does not disappoint."
Ling Qi tried to ignore the way her cheeks heated at the praise…
Stop embellishing Sixiang, Ling Qi thought sternly, keeping her expression even as she scolded the muse.
"Oh c'mon, he's cute, and shaped just the way you like too," Sixiang complained.
How do you even know that, he was wearing those billowy robes yesterday too, Ling Qi thought in exasperation.
Sixiang scoffed silently. "Like that'll stop me. The wind gets everywhere you know?"
Through a great effort of will Ling Qi prevented her eyebrow from twitching. She almost felt her cheeks catch on fire as the Elder shot her a knowing look out of the corner of his eye. Thankfully her opponent was oblivious to her inner turmoil, merely sliding into a strong advancing stance as he drew the long straight sword from his storage ring in a flash of light. There was yet no sign of his spirit beast.
"The rules of this duel shall be simple," The Elder announced, no longer paying Ling Qi any mind. "As requested by the Challenged, there shall be no restriction on weapons, techniques or spirit beasts. However, the duel shall be limited to this field, and the space fifty meters above and below. This Elder shall enforce the boundary fairly, in a manner that shall prevent disruption of the duel. Are both duelists prepared?"
Ling Qi glanced around the wide grassy field, and the stone boundary markers which marked its edge. The Space was one hundred fifty meters long and one hundred wide. Plenty of space to work with, even if she couldn't just soar up out of range with her gown, but she had expected that. Their starting positions were eighty meters apart, giving them plenty of room to fall back if they desired. It was as fair a field as one could hope for.
..Which wasn't great for her, but she had gone into this expecting a fair duel. With a flick of her wrist, Ling Qi drew her flute from storage. "I am ready Honored Elder," echoing her opponent from across the field.
She put Sixiang's teasing out of wind, and recognizing that the time for it was over, the muse desisted. This would be her first duel with her completed arts and new arts alike, with old techniques set aside. She needed to test her abilities and see how far she could now go. Many challenges lay in the coming days, not the least of which was the situation with her mentor, and the need to keep rising rapidly up the ranks. Though failure would not be the end, she had too much to lose to stop striving with all her determination toward victory.
As the Elder raised his hand, in preparation to begin the duel, all that remained was to decide how she would approach the fight.
[] Fight aggressively, using her arts to defeat him proactively with her more direct arts.
-[] Tactics?(Write in)
[] Fight defensively, in her more usual style, relying on her arts wearing him down
-[] Tactics? (Write in)
Two hour moratorium
AN: So this is a shorty, and I'm prob gonna only leave the vote open till around this time tomorrow to keep the update pace up. Next one will be a fair bit longer what with the combat and the aftermath 'n all.