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[adastrea]

[So, the Republic of Albion. For whatever reason and whatever traumas that lead them here, word of god has decreed that Our Heroes are at the military academy there. That said, as with any other school full of teenagers, there's definitely a hierarchy among the students...and as it turns out, the pretty upperclassman who is responsible for the sudden, sharp uptick in the visitor curfew at the girls' dormitory being obeyed is dominating the practice rooms. We're not sure why she's spent the better part of the afternoon defeating students at swordplay, but she's run through both the fencing and kendo teams, and is standing there in the center of the room looking magnificently bored.]

...Is that really all? Is there no one who can provide me even a decent challenge?

[Clearly, an intervention, or failing that, a new challenger is required.]

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[downbygravity]

[Well, she's run through both teams, which means she's got quite the crowd. Crowd enough, it seems, to draw him, and while there's a sudden, loud murmur, it takes awhile before he's able to work his way to front. One student in kendo gear removes his coat, another hands him a shinai. With his hair tied up in a high ponytail he almost looks the part of some upperclassman in a drama.]

I see that you've crashed my club. Why don't you try your skills against me?