The Grand Duelist [Job/Chain/Solo]

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Man, the costume that the bald man put Mori in is tight and well-insulated. A plus side to which being that despite the chills of the night, Mori could stay completely warm from resonating body heat alone, but the problem with it was that Mori was completely deaf; the suit also was really itchy for some reason. Regardless of it, Mori seemed to have stumbled across the wrong crowd in his half-blind state, the suit’s large boxy mask blocking a majority of his vision, his only sight of the outer world being two thinly cut eye-slits draped over with a black veil.

Walking amongst the crowd, Mori was still doing his job of scaring the populace when he would see someone not turned towards his attention-drawing appearance when someone suddenly grabbed the upper bicep of the young monk and pulled him in a certain direction. Not being able to turn his head completely, he was not able to see who’d been moving him, but due to the strong grip and wide hand, familiar to him from the same hand grabbing his shoulder earlier, Mori just assumed it was the bald man. Outside his suit, he’d hear the mutterings of something something “Minh, wh..*muffle muffle muffle* doing?. Something show.” Before Mori knew it, something was forced within his hand and he was pushed forwards.

Not being able to handle his footing due to the disillusionment of the costume, Mori would fall face-first within the dirt of the arena. Throwing whatever was given to him aside for a second, Mori would reach up and place both hands upon the head of his costume, before lifting it up and off, or atleast the head/mask portion of it, of his head. Looking around, Mori would be in a completely unfamiliar area, he’d really lost track of where he was in this sprawling gem of a city. Encasing him was a crowd of people, almost making a large team huddle for a sports event, standing side-by-side, chanting for something, but the shouts were so mixed he couldn’t make out what they’d been saying.

Continuing his spin, Mori would eventually lay eyes on someone else who’d been trapped within this little circle with him. It was a caucasion man with a handlebar mustache and a large black goatee. He was average height, but he was wearing clothes that even Mori could tell were not native to this land. His hair was clicked back into a ponytail, only a couple of loose strands freely swinging infront of his forehead. Within this man’s hands was a sword, not just a regular one though, one made of wood, one that you’d give a child so he wouldn’t chop his fingers off if he were to toy with it and on the ground infront of Mori, assumingly what he’d thrown on the ground before, was one of similar origin.

“EN GARDE YOU DEVILISH BEAST!” the man with the goatee would shout in what would seem like a serious tone, but it seemed to erupt laughter from the crowd around Mori. The caucasion man would then step forward and thrust his blade towards Mori, poking the end of the dull training sword to the chest of Mori’s costume before retreating back to his side of the “arena.” Getting the idea and losing the look of initial confusion, Mori would pick the arming sword off of the floor and mimic the movements and action of his opponent.

Picking up the flow of the crowd and what was happening, drawing from the knowledge of the spars back at his temple, Mori would play the part and let out a ferocious “Roar,” as he recklessly charged in the direction of the swordsman as a brainless monster or animal would. Mori’s sword was waving carelessly within one of his hands at his side rather than prepared to strike, and with a criss and a cross slash from mister goatee and a “clever” sidestep, Mori would comedically fall to the ground and play dead.

The crowd, despite originally wanting a real fight, were satisfied with the result and raised into an uproar of cheer for the swordsman, almost as if it were tradition to see the midnight beast vanquished! Mori would later that night find money tucked in the various clefts and folds of his costume.. Apparently he did a good job.

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Abilities Used:

W/C: 726/500

Magoi: 160/160
Stamina: 65/65