Round Two: Yusan vs. Nicholas Gilsworthy

[Tzadkiel]

Yusan shall have the first move.

[Yusan]

Yusan looked around her sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. She had a grin on her lips. She hoped that this was going to be a fast one and not so long.

[Gilsworthy]

A chill wind blew as Gil entered the stadium, not that it was his doing or anything but it made a nice effect, his dark trenchcoat donned once again and flapping wildly in the gust. If it started snowing he would get angry, he knew, but luckily there wasn't a single cloud in the crystal clear blue sky.

Notably absent from Gil's arsenal for this fight was the belt of knives. Those had been quite costly, and while he had regained most of them after his first bout he wasn't in the mood to use them again. As he approached the center he started eying up his opponent, a girl who at least was easy on the eyes and wielded a similar pair of weapons to his. Depending on how skilled she was with them this would be either a no-contest or a fight for his life. He couldn't come to a decision on it just by looking at her.

A few whistles and calls came from the stands as he took his spot, evidently he'd garnered a few fans from his first intense round against Augustine. He grinned, they wouldn't be disappointed this time either, if he had any say in the matter.

For an extended moment of silence he made no move, hands rooted firmly in his pockets but eased carefully around an object hidden there. The wind howled and the stands quieted down. When was he going to strike?

Gil looked up slowly and met Yusan's eyes, voicing in acidic tones, "Well? Either you do something or we both stand here until frostbite sets in."

[Crimson]

After 3 days of inactivity, I declare Gilsworthy the winner!