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Description: Though Midus knew there was a storm approaching, instead of closing the ceilings of the fighting arenas, he has instead decided to keep them open to add an interesting aspect to the next round. Instead of a nice, warm sunny day, the fighters would instead be fighting in the harsh condition of ten mile per hour winds that will sometimes gust to thirty mph, heavy rain drops (though not disturbing enough to cause total distraction to sight; maybe 20% reduction), and the occasional thunderbolt lighting up the skies. To help make the arena more comfortable for the fighters, the floor has been turned into low cut grass to help keep traction. However, if the ground is dug up too much, mud and dirt will be added to the terrain.

Despite the weather, the crowd of people have come to watch the fight, wielding umbrellas over their heads.

Special Conditions: Fire is a bit weaker here since it'll be harder to start up one without the rain putting it out. And electricity will get a bigger boost in strength, though it will also short out much faster than if wielded normally by the fighters who posses it.

Field Measurements:
Ring: 70 yard diameter

Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins. The flying rule remains, as well.

Instead of heading to the Gym or Hotel, as planned, Leinhart made-way towards the arena; his next match was just about to start. He wouldn't miss it for the world. The judges of his first match-up had favored Link's battle tactics than his own which was the cause of his defeat. He wouldn't slip up this time 'round. He would swear an oath from under his breathe.

The medical attention at the GTB was well-respected. Leinhart practically recuperated back to himself again. His half-sizzled face, no longer a half-sizzled face; it's beauty would be restored and retouched. His body aches and pains would have ceased the day he began sipping his Whiskey. He was determined to win, today. Leinhart couldn't bear the shame of two losses. He would not accept defeat in his face this evening. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

The heavy downpour of rain would not falter the Vampire as he made his entrance into the next arena. No. The rather large rain coat he wore due to the weathering today made the droplets roll off his person. He would have been equipped like in his fight against Link. Weaponry was to be kept the same; however, he only had a single Kama this time around. The other, lost, scarred deep into the Elven's shield.

He was feminine in appearance, soft creamy skin and protruding lips. Silk tendrils ran down his back, a countenance marked by significant beauty. Leinhart was slender, but fairly cut. Athletic. Naturally, he was a ladies man.

The Six foot Seven Leinhart stepped foot into the arena, a tad bit surprised to see his opponent this time around was a female. Cold optics focused over in her direction, sizing her up. The man had a considerably lengthy body over hers. He was towering. Lowering his cavalier, he tilt it's brim in a way which made viewing his opponent less a strain on him. It was dark, so limited vision was all ready a factor even with his superlative sight and perception.

"......."

The man skipped the formalities as he taunt his foe with a finger, gesturing her to "bring her a** here". Leinhart grinned, a sly menacing grin.

He was going to have his fun with her, then maybe, after this whole tournament was finished, take her for some dinner. If she accepted.

Maybe a kunai would be enough to shut the woman's trap?

Leinhart could not bare her speaking. Why do you think he didn't introduce himself after he entered the arena?; he just wanted to get straight down to the business. But, the woman just kept on and he could all ready begin to feel another head ache arousing soon if she didn't stop. So he acted upon it.

With this, he produced a slender kunai from his left sleeve which he darted for the ladys' person within the time interval it took her to manifest the energy in the both of her hands. Surprisingly, if all went according, another kunai zipped through the air as Leinhart slipped his free hand into the holster at his side aiming for the woman's upper torso at high-speed targeting her next pre-determined location. She would not have the time to complete her feat unless she handled this problem at hand first without losing the concentration on her energy. But if she somehow, managed to evade the projectiles, she would find Leinhart taking considerate strides across the raining battle field.

The ground was slippery and one fault or mess up could cost him his chance to strike. Taking precaution, Leinhart made sure he kept at a moderate speed.

A bolt of lightning courser the sky following a thunderous roar.

When Leinhart came within close-quarters of the woman, if she did not all ready move to another location, his right leg extended to kick her right in one of her knees. It didn't matter which one. And if she moved, the same foot would pivot, shifting his body weight as he would perform a roundhouse kick with his left, targeting for the side of his foes' neck in one, fluid motion.

Leinhart was no martial arts specialist, but when it came down to the fighting and techniques, he surely put up a good hand-to-hand challenge. His movements were swift, agile. Indeed, he was tall, but his reflexes were impressive.


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Kunai x10: - 2

Leinhart must of stirred the lady up just a little too much, there. She was furious with him now as she barreled with her shield for his being.

He would be working on instinct and not wasting any time to think at this specific time, instead, moving with the flow of combat as she smashed her way into him. Or so it would seem. His movements were fluid, side-stepping to his respective right taking a quick leap opposition the attack, getting out of it's reach. The woman's shield and form would graze pass his person as she would slam into the void; Leinhart hoped at the speed she made the endeavor to body-bump him (I assume it was though it wouldn't matter) she slid across the raining terrain and fall.

And if she did, Leinhart used that to his advantage, diving on top of her in the formation of an elbow drive before she'd even have the chance to scurry to her feet. Climbing onto her back, a free hand would reach to yank at her hair, raising her head back, tilted. A swift right punch would burst to knock her right in the center of her face, hoping to hit the nose as a bonus.

But if she didn't, Leinhart would have gathered his feet before she had the chance to stop in her tracks. Synonymously, he shifted his body to face the woman from her side as she'd still be catching her step, then possibly halt but by then, it would all ready too late. A blinded powerful left hay-maker with the reach of 3 M would slam directly into the back of the lady's medulla unless she had a set of eyes behind her head. Which Leinhart doubt with a grin, his leather boots maneuvering well within the rain as he backpedaled away from his opponent.

Perhaps, "leap" wasn't the right word for what was being executed from Leinhart's aspect. Oh, well. The woman would have grounded herself before he even had the chance to land. But he wasn't going far. His descend, taking what? A second and a half, if that? Damn. Luckily for her, she'd beat him to position, all ready swinging in with that massive war hammer of hers', possibly at his side. Cold, refined optics witness this, but a heightened sense of vision would perceive it. Sooner than later.

For now, Leinhart held off on his punch, he wouldn't project it, seemingly hesitant (in his opponent's perspective) as the weapon extension of the woman closed in distance. If she was all ready swinging that war hammer just as he got into position, gathering his feet at this specific time to prepare himself for his own attack (the punch), this would mean he had ample time to halt what he was doing and react to the oncoming blow. Mentally, Leinhart would seem to just be moving, but in actuality; it was instinct and reflex.

This gave him the opportunity to now, counter-strike.

'I've got you now....'.

His evasion would be simple; his left would all ready have been placed as his lead-foot, stepping out to an angle to the side of the woman, against the incoming war hammer. Pushing off his rear, Leinhart finished the technique with a spin onto the ball of his lead foot, attempting to keep himself far from that hammer as possible. The succession of movements would flow as one single technique and Leinhart would now be standing at the side of the lady that gripped the shield. This would take no longer than a second.

But he would not stop there. No. He had to find a way to break through that large defense of hers.

A large blade-boot aimed to kick at the back of the woman's calf closest to him. He would end her mobility here with the immense blade that revealed itself from the mouth of the Steel-toe boot after Leinhart flicked the lever, or switch within the shoe with just his thumb-toe, drawing the front blade for now. He'd keep the other hidden till' needed.

Jurie's estimations were about correct. However, a side-step at an angle would cut the time it took Leinhart to evade the blow in half. Unlike the war hammer, he did not move in an arch, or swinging motion. Much like cutting through a slice of paper with scissors; cutting at an angle to get across the paper would be much faster than if someone cut in an arch formation. The sword, moving at an arch to reach Leinhart, his person, moving at an angle to evade the long polearm of the war hammer.

Being a man of considerable height, having a rather impressive boost of agility for 6' 7", Leinhart hardly faced any difficulties where speed was the factor. And yes, he had lanky legs. One of his footsteps were like two on the average human, persay 5' 8". He moved fluently. But if by any reason, this information was deemed as invalid, well, why'd you think he finished off the rest of the distance with a spin? To clear the range.

Jurie's calculations would be off, just slightly. No, he didn't execute the evasion then follow with his attack all in one move. That's how you end up slipping and sliding, especially across the wet, slippery arena floor. Upon completing his half-spin, so that his right leg would now be leading, he grounded his left which was essential to his halt. Then, that's when he extended his right boot blade into the back of his opponent's unguarded calf (which ever closest), the blade itself extending to 4 1/2 inches.

Not to mention, Leinhart's legs would all ready be long, adding an extra metre of length excluding the blade, from his pelvis bone down.