A day unlike any other

[Angel]

She smiled and nodded! It was time to keep playing.. a new tactic! Running forward, she charged at him, and she started throwing knives seemingly taken magically from midair! Throwing 5 of them, one after another.. she hoped she could use these to gain some headway and get closer to him. Because, and she wasn't sure if he knew this but they were fake projectiles.. the real knife was still on her holster. If he got hit by one, maybe she could use that opening and throw the real one and he would believe it was a fake.

Either way, she was planning to far ahead. Let's just get closer to him!

[Serras-Kai]

Knives.
Pleasant.

Without the comforting swirl of his cloak, Ezekiel couldn't avert all the knives at once, so he settled for simply dodging them, in a rather ungraceful dive to the side, sliding across the dirt before arriving at a solid halt.

From his prone position, Ezekiel rolled over and flipped his book to the same spear-page he had before, 'firing' a single, ghastly spear from it towards his opponent, laughing.

But it wasn't maniacal laughter. What was it?

Was he having fun?

[Angel]

She saw the spear come at her and hoped it was the same one from before. If so, then taking a hit from it would be worth it despite the fact that it hurt so much it was still singing her first entry. Trying to use an attack she hadn't used up till now, Chrissy swinging her hips and body and, letting the spear hit her and hopefully go right through her, she would ram into the enemy with her tushie and create and explosion of hearts.

If this hit the enemy.. which she guessed it hopefully would by element of surprise of taking the hit, she would fire 3 shots at the enemy.. because the hip attack would stun him for a turn.. just enough times to hit him twice more and win the game.

[Serras-Kai]

This girl was a crafty one to say the least but there wasn't much that Ezekiel could hope to do about it short of dodge what would undoubtedly be the most humiliating attack that could possibly be used on him. Stepping aside to his left, he skirted the sudden attack and attempted a retaliation with a smack from his book across her face, an act that caused him a little more fortune than he anticipated.

The first of three shots missed him completely, brushing past him close enough for him to feel the wind off of the bullet. The second of them slammed into his bracelet, embedded in its supposedly unbreakable metal, and stayed there. He wasn't sure if that counted as a hit for her, but either way Ezekiel figured he would just roll with it. The second shot, having hit his bracelet also moved his arm in such a way that his swinging attack would miss the girl nearly completely, with only the very edge of the book having even the possibility of touching her.

The third and final shot rammed into his eye, causing a stinging, burning pain to suddenly lance through his body, and his feet to give a little but not falter completely, allowing his own counter attack to once again find it's course properly.

Inwardly he smiled, pleased by the turn of events. This was turning out to be some kind of special day- the kind he would mark in his book so he never forgot it.

[Angel]

Starting to get a bit tired, and after the shots and firing them in the air, Chrissy tripped on her own two feet and was sent flying against the hard ground, her face had dodged the book and dodged the hit.. but it didn't dodge the skidding blow as she was sent forward across the ground, her skinned cheek creating some kinda loli skidmark across the ground.

Turning over, he rubbed his cheek, feeling the sting and pain from it. His sensitive and weak body felt it pretty strong and he started to tear up a bit.. followed by a few kicks and then a full out tantrum of sorts, kicking and screaming a bit.. throwing tons of fake projectiles in the air in order to try to quell his rage and not actually throw something like his knife.

Well, at least he only had one more hit left.. but.. but.. he never realized that fight could feel this real and painful.. the sting from both lances and the skidding was almost too much to bear right now and she just sat on the ground trying to absorb it all.

[Serras-Kai]

Ezekiel lowered himself and caught his breath for a split second. One for her and another possible for her, and he had zip. Did it really matter if he won or lost?

He supposed not, but he was having too good a time to simply throw everything away like that.

With that thought in mind, he placed his book in front of him, open, and waited for his opponent to rise again. He didn't like hitting people while they were down unless it was necessary, and this situation hardly called for such an act.