Mai
9:00 AM Nexus Time
Violence is not freedom. Mai understands this well. One only leaps heedlessly into violence if they wish to be lost, so drunk on blood that they cannot find anything but their next target. It is an escape. So if she must shed blood she will not take a life. She will not take a life. These words repeat in her head again and again, a mantra, even when violence comes to her.
So Mai confronts her foe with a blade blunted by resolve. It looms over her, and she can see the obvious advantages. An armored body, a polearm, and the simple advantage of height. The helmet it wore covered its whole face, leaving no openings. Yes, it was all so obvious.
She tries not to sigh when the halberd is swung in a perfect, exact arc to take her head.
Her feet leave the ground with the all the grace of a wraith, free from dust as she rises right above the strike before her feet plant onto the flat of the blade. Then she strikes in turn. The knight turns, almost incredulously, as it sees her outstretched blade. As it sees the drop of blood on its edge and feels the slightest cut on its neck where her sword passed through metal like water. Then it swings, the air howling with its force as it moves to smash her against the ground. But she is no longer there.
As if it was swinging at a mirage, Mai stands before it with her clothes fluttering in the violent air of the halberd's impact. The weapon is more than half deep into the asphalt of the street, but there is not a single cut on her. Even the vague hostility she moved with until now vanishes. There is only a trace of pity.
"You poor thing. You demanded my soul, but you will never be able to cut me. Has your master sent you to die only to test my capabilities?" There is a silence then. A pause between the young girl and her attacker.