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[Prosperan Son]

"Well, I try." Nessa replied with a grin and shrug. Walking out of the practice cage, she set her sword on a work bench, wiping some beads of sweat away from her forehead. She was dressed in her combat robes. The ochre robes dragging all the way to her knees." Did you get everything you needed?" She asked.

[Armoured Priest]

He nodded. "Ja, enough charges to bring down an armored column if ever have to." he told her as he readjusted the strap on the satchel of said charges. "And some extra shells for the shotgun. Do you need anything?" he asked her as he stood by her near the workbench.

[Prosperan Son]

"Well I don't think we'll be doing anything so grand as that, but I suppose you can never be too careful." She smirked, turning towards her bench. She took her blade, wiping with a whet stone to keep it sharp." Well, there is one thing that I could use."

[Armoured Priest]

"What is it?" he asked as he watched her, curious now as to what it is. Far as he knew her gear was fit and ready by now, so he had no guesses as to what she needed.

[Prosperan Son]

"Sparring partner." She answered grabbing a spare blade from the work bench. It was a power sword much like hers, although a bit shorter. She tossed it to Krauss, gesturing for him to go to the cage. She was being all to serious.

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh, wird lieber Kaiser dieses verletzen." He said to himself as he looked at the blade in his hands then to her, knowing he was about to be beaten soundly in a few moments. But, he knew he was still going to go in there. With a shrug he puts away the demo satchel and his trench coat before going into the practice cage behind her.

[spoiler=translation] Oh dear emperor this is going to hurt. [/spoiler]

[Prosperan Son]

She steps into the cage right after him, deliberately closing the door as slowly as possible before walking to her end of the cage. She grips her sword in one hand, raising it into the air and pointing it towards him in a lancing gesture.

""You first." She said with a wink.

[Armoured Priest]

"Feels like a trap, but ok." he said to her as he rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen up a little. Krauss took a breath as he took up one of the basic stances he knew from basic with the sword, gripping it one handed for right now. He goes for a quick horizontal slash first.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 73 (73)

[Prosperan Son]

Without her power armor on, Nessa was much faster and much more nimble. She surged forward, ducking underneath the slash and brought up her blade to strike at his leg joint. Luckily for both of them, the sword blades had been dulled, as to lessen the harm. That didn't mean they couldn't bruise however.

[Armoured Priest]

'Well I am not using that leg anytime soon.' he thought to himself once the shot of pain that ran through his leg dulled back down. He tries to bring the blade up to defend against the follow up attack that he knew was coming.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)

[Prosperan Son]

She raised her blade once more and slammed it downwards onto Krauss's blade. The blades sparked as they collided, one time after another. She raises the blade two handed, going for a faux strike, when in reality she has sent a kick to Krauss's stomach.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 55 (55)

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss was about to try to set up to defend from Nessa's blade when he saw her kick coming. He tires to brind down the pummel end of his weapon on to the leg, hoping he did it in time.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 61 (61)

[Prosperan Son]

Her leg was sent down to the ground by the pommel, Krauss managing to avoid the blow, only for Nessa to continue to press forward with her attack, slashing down at his shoulder.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[Armoured Priest]

With the threat of the lower blow gone, Krauss tries to bring the blade back up to block the hit to his shoulder coming down on him.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)

[Prosperan Son]

Her strike halts mid way through, stopped for whatever reason she had. However, she immediately, let go of the hilt with one of her hands, and sent a clenched fist slamming into Krausse's abdomen....with her augmetic arm no less. It appeared the sword strike was a feign.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss doubled over from the augmentic strike, the wind driven out of him. He tries to take a few steps to back off, still trying to get his breath back and the pain in his leg from the eariler blow still hindering him. "Ok....appreantly even servitors have a better chance of winning then I do." he said between ragged breaths.

[Prosperan Son]

Nessa matches Krauss retreat step for step, watching him as he tried to regain his composure. She tossed her training blade aside, and rested her hand, her real hand, on his head" Well you've got to remember, they've got three extra blades." She reminded him with a grin, patting his head.

[Armoured Priest]

"That is quiet an unfair advantage." he chuckled as he straighten out now, the knot feeling in his stomack fading away. He let the blade rest against the wall of the cage before looking back to her. "I do not think I should spar with you again tomorrow, or I won't be able to go with you and the inquisitor afterwards." he laughed as he shooked his head.

[Prosperan Son]

"I'm sure you'll do better if we were to fight again tomorrow then today, after all. We learn from our losses as more so then we do our victories." Nessa patted his shoulder, before turning back towards the cage doors."I'm going to get myself cleaned up.."She informed him before leaving.

[Armoured Priest]

He watched her leave before he went to gather his trench coat and the satchel that carried his recently aqcuired gear. 'Maybe I might try again tomorrow. Then again, I think I probably just like the time I get to spend with her.' he thought to himself with a smirk under the gasmask. Once he gather his belongings, he went to go to his quarters with a barely noticable limb in his stride.