consign me {NOT} to [DARKNESS] (Crimmy)

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Cat nodded first, testing the blade's weight in her hands, "Oh, definitely," she hummed, dark eyes glinting.

Kit squared his shoulders as he looked over at Fae. He wasn't sure how he felt about fighting his sister for no real reason, but he'd do it.

[CrimsonMoon]

She turns her head slightly, the steel fangs on the helm flashig," I want to know if you are really my siblings... So FIGHT ME!"

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Cat didn't need telling twice. She moved first, darting like some woodland creature. Her blade flashed in the air as she swung. She was a small girl, obviously favoring speed and flexibility over brute strength. Kit, while not being a huge man, had the advantage of strength. He moved after her, his eyes steeled with determination.

[CrimsonMoon]

As the sun peeks behind a cloud, fae suddenly whips around on her heal, the steel ofthe sabers flashing blindingly into Cat's eyes... Fae slams her knee into Cat's gut and uses the girl's own momentum to send her hurtling into the mud behind her. The snarling fox helm turns to Kit and seems to mock him

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She huffed as her back hit the ground, though she wasn't down for long.

Kit's lip curled slightly and he lunged for the fox-helm wearing girl, his sword gripped tightly.

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One saber slashed up to meet his sword, using the flexibility of just one wrist, her sword circles his blade and uses the force behind it to bury the greatsword deep in the mud nearby. All this.. And less then four steps.

Soldiers had begun to gather, already bets were being placed... Scout was among them and watched tensly

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Kit moved to take a step back and immediately Cat was between them, her blade clashing with Fae's saber. The sound of metal on metal rung loud in their ears.

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Fae drops into a low stance, her second saber flashing toward Cat... It slashes a leather strap on her shoulder and causes the armor to tilt awkwardly

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Cat grunted, dipping back to avoid the second blade. She pulled hers back, keeping it poised in front of her.

Kit took this opportunity to grab his sword and wrench it free from the mud.

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Fae doesnt bother going after them but straightens and lets her sword hang lazily from her hands. She tilts her head, the helm sneering at them though she doesnt make a noise. She was confident... But for good reason

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Cat gripped the blade, gnawing lightly on her bottom lip. SHe knew Fae was better than them, but that didn't stop her from going at it a second time, teeth clenched.

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Fae dances away, even though the slippery mud made footing difficult, she slides and turns away as if it was nothing. She was amused that both of them didnt attack at once, perhaps they wanted to wear her out? Perhaps they had no clue...

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Mostly, Kit was just a bit more reserved than his sister. It seemed like the situations should have been reversed, but he was only ever violent when it came to protecting himself and Cat. Overpowering Fae didn't sound like something he wanted to do.

Cat, surprisingly, was able to keep up with the princess. The slippery mud was annoying, but she'd dealt with worse.

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Fae finally backs up against the weapons rack, seemingly trapped..

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Kit came up behind Cat and swung his sword toward Fae, though his sister shot him an annoyed glance.

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She crouches with the blow, catching the blade as the steel screeches and a small spark flies. There is a sound almost like a growl and ten in a flurry of movements... The hilt of a saber slams into Kit's shoulder, sending him reeling as she slips past with incredible soeed. A fox excaping a trap

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Kit grunted in pain as his shoulder twinged. He spun around, but Cat was faster, already after the slippery fox.

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There were shouts of encouragement to Cat and goading to Kit, as if they wanted him to 'be a man'.

Fae just dances around the yard, every now and then landing a blow on Cat with the flat parts of the saber

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She'd be bruised and hurting, but she didn't feel any of that now. Catherine liked this, the exhilaration of the fight. She lashed out again and again.

[CrimsonMoon]

Laughter bubbles up from beneath the helm, the steel eyes of the fox seeming to glitter with amusement," Ah! You're good! Perhaps i should be a bit more agressive...?"