Freed vs Rahal. A battle of Suikoden swordsmen who's combined fancount is in the single digits. A pair of fighters so boring that they only assigned one judge to watch the fight. While Dekar may be one of the strongest fighters around, he's also not one to sit around for a boring fight like this.
Much like in Roog's own DL match, the 'judge' sat asleep while the two foes flailed at each other ineffectively. Freed's epic slashes with his katana were matched by Rahal's faint attempts at swordsmanship. Blows that wouldn't make Connie do more than snicker were fired off and blocked and countered.
Edge snorted. He was no swordmaster, he'd never be able to outfight Lenneth Valkyrie or Dias Flac in a straight up swordfight.. but he knew which end of the sword to use. These two clearly didn't. It didn't really matter, though. Freed wasn't his concern. A quick pair of stabs from Edge's trusty catclaws put paid to the south window fighter. Edge kicked Freed out of the way and focused in on Rahal, who eyed Edge with a good deal of anger- and worry.
"Questionable reffing, eh? Snide comments in BtS? Not too smart. The last thing I need is more heat right now." Edge put his claws away and drew out a pair of Katanas, and closed in on Rahal. "I don't think so."
The only person watching the fight was Roog, who lept into the ring at those words. He landed behind Edge and drew his own sword.
"Over my dead body, punk! You won't take down the dragon knights in a straight up fight!"
Rahal lifted his own sword in the air and charged at Edge. "My friend's words may be harsh, but are no less truthful for that. Falena's finest will not be felled by one arrogant prince."
Edge snorted and parried Rahal's charge with ease, knocking the blue clad warrior back with barely an effort. "The finest? Perhaps not. You and your boy-toy? Heh heh.. well, you'll find out." Edge spun on his heels and leaped backwords, swords slashing downward in the space behind him. As expected, they connected solidly with Roog and left two deep gashes in his chest.
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Freed woke up confused. What had happened? Did he black out? Must have. His sword was buried in Rahal's chest to the hilt. At least a dozen wounds covered Rahal's body. Roog's body outside the ring was in even worse shape. Both fighters were, not to put too fine a point on it, overkilled.
A true berserker rage. Freed's eyes welled up. He had attained true mastery of the sword! And victory! If this is what he did to a respected fighter like Rahal, surely no one in light would stand in his way.
