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𝕱𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖆

TEAMS

ROUND 1.A RESULTS
Four hits by Maroon
Two hits by Indigo
-10 HP on Maroon
-220 HP on Indigo
MAROON IN LEAD

INDIGO @Arno Dorian HP = 800/800 @Valeriy Viktorovna Reznikov HP = 270/300 @Magnus Blackwood HP = 290/300 @Remedy Norden-Alptraum HP = 720/800 @Ivan Baskakova HP = 700/800

MAROON @Liliya Starkova HP = 980/1000 @Alexios Katsaros HP = 500/500 @Viktoriya Petrovskaya HP = 500/500 @Vasilius Nighthawk HP = 800/800 @Boram Borisova HP = 600/600

Emery watches with a sense of glee and sarcasm that only those with German blood in them could represent. An exactness and preciseness permeates his limbs. Though he does not judge, there is a strange desire within his bones for the other team to win. It would be pleasing to see that there could be something he would be overcome in. He stared at his teaching competitor and winked, as if to dare him. He casted Legilimens into the other, projecting a vision into the other's mind, sending a message that could be summarized as "You know I enjoy your competitiveness, do you enjoy it when I lose?" He exited the other's mind when the fencing began. Hits do not affect anyone physically as they are protected by magical gear, however, each hit will damage the magical gear. If enough hits occur, the magical gear will fall apart, ending the duel.

ARNO & LILIYA

The image that caught his eye first was the duel between Arno and Liliya, both mental and physical. He could hear Liliya say to the other "Liliya... don't worry, I'll go easy on you" and her opponent challenging her statement with confidence. The confidence was enough.

Arno transfers his weight forward, extends his arm, and crosses his rear leg over the front, closing the distance between him and his opponent in quick succession. Lilya attempts to dodge, but the blade catches her in her right arm as she moves to the side. Due to the weaker hit, no severe damage occurs, but she would feel it bruise the next day, for sure. As soon as it hits, Lilya is hit again, this time in her chest, as her opponent uses the split second reaction time to remise.

VALERIY & ALEXIOS

Emery moves his eyes next to a pair of first years. Valeriy and Alexios were their names from what he remembered. Both are bright eyed and ready for the challenge. Their youth perhaps preventing them from seeing the load of pain they would be in the next day, whether they win or lose. Valeriy's strong presence is responded with Alexios' "May the best of us win."

It would seem that Alexios is the strongest of this volley as when Valeriy lunges forward with the same movement as Arno did, their opponent dodges cleanly out of the way. In fact, Valeriy is unable to predict the assault from Alexios at a different angle, and they are hit clean and square in the chest. Strangely, Alexios is in fact, it would seem, stronger than Arno and the hit causes Valeriy's gear to wobble.

MAGNUS & VIKTORIYA

Then comes the pair of second years, one seems to be determined to win, the other does not seem to enjoy fencing at all. As expected, it is the girl with the determination of a winner that obtains a hit on her opponent.

Magnus lunges forward with all his strength, but Viktoriya uses her brain, crossing forward and pivoting out of harm's way. She takes the moment of disorientation on her opponent's part and stabs him right where his liver would be. It is a good hit, but weaker than others. Though weak it was, it is still impactful on Magnus who seems to lose his stamina far more than expected.

REMEDY & VASILIUS

The next pair is fascinating to Emery, as he can see the variations of psyche in his students. Remedy is frozen in place and does not move though she is on offense. Is this on purpose or is this fear? There is no indication to which is the truth. Vasilius hits in return with ease, damaging her significantly as her gear emits a blue light representing a significant loss in function..

Emery does not discount her however. He had been frozen in fear many times in his career, hurt many times over it as well. Yet, he always succeeded in the end, and she might too.

IVAN & BORAM

The final pair of first years surprisingly were the most in sync with the competitive nature of fencing. There is an arrogant yet passionate nature to them that catches his eye. Fencing was art as much as it was fighting. Perhaps, these two would be interested in private lessons in the future.

Ivan successfully begins his offensive with a surprising feint. It was smart and beautiful to see. It would seem this young boy was a natural. Perhaps he would like to grow his talents in this sport, or perhaps transfer the skill to duelling in the future.

Boram follows the bait and parries, yet surprisingly, she is strong enough to kick the epee out of his hand, preventing the feint from success. She even is able to create enough momentum that she strikes him square in the chest. The gear emits a very strong red light representing a level of damage, if translated to physical terms would be severe bruising, a concussion, and some dizziness.

Out of all of these pairs, the strangest act that Emery witnesses, is still the child successfully doing a handstand as he watches the fencing. Who was this child? Why was he here? Was he from a circus?

RULES & AVAILABLE ACTIONS

1. There will be 6 moderated rounds, each round will have two moderation posts. Each moderation will happen after a dead line of 72 hours from previous post. To participate one must owl or discord Emery Albrecht your action.
2. Before the rounds begin, a dice will be rolled to decide which team will be offensive first, and which team will be defensive.
3. There are three available defensive actions and three available offensive actions.
4. DEFENSIVE: Parry (Deflect other person's sword, StrDC), Dodge (Evasion move with body, EvaDC), Cross Step (Force other to change angles, WisDC) If Defensive action succeeds, there will be an automatic opportunity to Attack (AccDC). Dodge automatically occurs in each round, but if you choose your action to be Dodge, then you will have 2 points added to your evasion stats.
5. OFFENSIVE: Lunge (A simple one foot advance and hit, StrDC), Fleche (Running forward thrust, AccDC), Feint (Deception then attack, WisDC). If you hit, then you will have an automatic opportunity to Remise (Double hit, WisDC).
6. Each person's stamina determines the length of their fencing. STA*100 is the beginning statistic. Whoever hits 10 times in a row, or makes their opponent stamina zero wins. Damage is STR*10.
7. Please post your trunk stats in your first post, along with every post after, so that it can lock for this event.
8. Please remember that the same rules as the rest of the site applies, posts must be at least 200 words, no godmodding, and no cheating allowed.

MODERATION RULES

1. First Year ( PARRY - StrDC 10, DODGE - EvaDC 10, CROSS-STEP - WisDC 10, DEFENSIVE ATTACK - AccDC - 12) + 2 for every year.
2. First Year (LUNGE - StrDC 11, FLECHE - AccDC 11, FEINT - WisDC 11, REMISE - WisDC 13) +2 every year

EPEE Description

Epee is the type of fencing that is most similar to actual sword fighting as both fencers may win a point. There are no right-of-way rules and legal targets include the entire body, including the head. Out of character, the rules have been played with in order to ease moderation, however, in character, please write as if it is real Epee. The course that I mentioned in character started in March, so it has been 8 weeks of fencing lessons, specifically in Epee. If you are Maroon, you were taught by Emery and if you are Indigo, you were taught by the mysterious suitor.

POST DEADLINE
May 10th, 2026
OFFENSIVE TEAM
Maroon
DEFENSIVE TEAM
Indigo

MODERATIONS

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Magnus Blackwood!
DURMSTRANG | SECOND | OUTFIT | HEX
Russian/French | 04.15.2026 | WC 498

The sound of blades clashing against the room filled as Vasilius faced his opponent, someone he'd seen before but couldn't remember where. The girl seemed still, as if she were still in deep thought. Vasilius didn't bother showing sympathy; rather, deflecting her blade with ease. After all, fencing was a game of concentration, one that tests a person's discipline, control, and thinking.

The emitting of blue light from her gear was a sight for him; it was a testament that perhaps his skills in fencing hadn't completely disappeared, even after such a significant break from it.

Though his mind tried its best to focus on his opponent, his eyes constantly moved to a blonde idiot he knew, Magnus, who, for unfortunate reasons, had ended up with the blade menace of the school, Viktoriya. Though the girl was barely as ruthless as she acted, she was no invertebrate either. Her experience of foolishly handling daggers enabled her to control the Épée easily as she crosses steps, Magnus, and causes him damage with no mercy.

He observed the two for a while before focusing back on his opponent, afterall Magnus was Viktoriya's to deal with, and a competition was a competition, even if it involved the guy he cared greatly for to get brutally beaten by the resident embodiment of indifference.

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TERRIBLE PRESENCE [AFFECTS ALL] | PERFECTIONIST | BINDING MARK [BORAM]

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The first round went quite well for Arno and his sword. The boy had a certain goal in mind and he had come prepared to seek it's fulfillment to the best of his abilities. Two of Arno's hits landed true, true enough to cause both possible bruises to Liliya as well as metaphorical ones.

Arno's sword remained drawn as he gauged up liliya for her next actions. The girl wasn't a face Arno had made himself familiar during his earlier days in the school, however she'd now brought herself into the spotlight. Whether that was fate, deliberate choice or merely a coincidence. It mattered none the same to Arno.

For a moment Arno grew curious of the outcome Boram might have managed to secure for herself.

'I really hope our Paths coincide once again here.'

The boy obviously wanted to duel boram, whether it was with a sword or a wand. There was something to be said about the very nature of a challenge, of the skill necessary to identify and metaphorical wall and climb over it. Only to find another one, and continue the very cycle of this certain grind.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy and all that yada yada, or whatever the cool kids say.

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Boram observed the other fencers go, her attention lingering on Arno, watching him land a hit on his opponent before muttering "мир peace" and immediately being flooded with Arno's internal monologues. Smiling she would wait, Is that all you got, Arnie? Where's the power?, giggling faintly while she teased him, I sure hope you ate, we wouldn't want you to faint mid attack. Her gaze would flicker away to see the score he earned, humming softly before responding, If not, I'm sure we can make something happen to force the cards of fate.

Her hand would turn the Épée, in thought, glancing at her opponent, whom she had never seen before. But I suppose this glorified stick will do... though a freshly sharpened sword would have been much appreciated. Boram would nod slightly to acknowledge her opponent; she was, after all, a good sport.

Boram's free hand would rest calmly, the weight of the 'stick' soothing, reminding her of her bat tossed somewhere in her dormitory. Well, her abnormal strength for a 'lady' certainly helped her as well.

Her mother would yell to the seas had the stern woman seen Boram playing knights.

A faint smile would appear on her face before returning her attention to the game. Her instincts kicked in before she could think when she saw the boy move to attack her. With furrowed eyebrows, she would move to block his attack, a small spark igniting when she focused on one single thing once more.

Winning.

The sound of the boy's Épée would echo into a thud as she aimed to finish the moment with a hit to the chest. Growing in satisfaction as soon as the bright red color shone, Boram stepped back, returning to her respective en-garde position.

When adversity struck, Liliya had learnt to stand her ground. The confidence in her words had been played up, and as she stumbled back at the tip of Arno’s blade, it became evident to more than just herself.

Although she had held enough blades in her past, to her they were more artistry rather than weapon, a prop to her dance rather than a method of attack. Now that she wielded her sabre with the purpose of malice, it felt strangely heavy in her hands. The connection between her, her hands, and her actions, seemed sorely lost.

Yet still, she straightened under the fading light of the Quidditch pitch, readying her sword for the second round. This ruthless game waited for no one — it only wanted blood, and if it could not stain clothes, it would stain dignity.

If she lost… at least she would lose with some honour. At least she would go down in a fight.

Now that it was her turn to attack again, she managed a return to his words despite the bruise to her ego. “Alright,” she said, with a smile that somehow still carried a signature sweetness. “But do not hold me responsible for whatever medical fees may ensue.”

It seems Valeriy’s opponent is kind, or at least sportsmanlike, since he offers an enthusiastic challenge and they see what they think might be a glimpse of a smile. They smile shyly in return, their head dipping downwards in a nod of acknowledgement and respect. This seems like a decent way for them to familiarise themself with someone new — since they don’t speak, activities tend to be what brings Valeriy together with others, engaging in a shared experience and, in doing so, forming the bond of an acquaintanceship.

The matches start and Valeriy’s eye colour hardens into a cool grey of determination, their hair still matching with their épée in its silver colour. Valeriy aims to strike their opponent first — while they are the farthest thing from aggressive, they understand the problems that can be caused by hesitation. It seems, however, that the boy is ready — he dodges neatly, prompting mild disappointment, though they aren’t discouraged. A counter-attack comes in almost the same breath, and Valeriy is caught off-guard, getting hit right in the chest. They’re suddenly grateful for the protective gear they’re wearing so that they don’t have to feel the blow, because it seems that it carries some amount of force with it. They take a deep breath and quickly ready themself for the next moves, running through the mental checklist of things like their foot positioning, their general stance, and how to perform the correct actions so that they’re prepared as they spring into motion again.

Fixated on his opponent and own movements, Ivan almost failed to register the light thud against his chest. His face contorting horridly beneath the mask worn for protection, slow heaves visible with the rise and fall of his chest — never being of the athletic sort.

Immediately taking it as a loss, Ivan's gaze narrowed beneath the mask, diverting to the other opponents across the field. His eyes lingered on hair whiter than snow, if it were possible. A peculiar sense of familiarity brew at the pit of his stomach whilst gazing at the girl, almost infatuated by how much she stood out in comparison to the randoms he had yet to make common curtsey with. Ivan's eagerness to win the match suddenly growing by a tenfold.

Slowly re-directing his gaze back to his opponent, he moved with more precision this time, taking the stance he had memorised, his mind flickering as though recalling the avid information in that stupid fencing book he had once read. He'd take a different approach this time, seeking nothing more than to watch the latter bleed out onto the field and die than lose the match and be compared to his idiotic of a brother.