IC:The Hunter, however, found his path quite rapidly blocked by a sword slash, forcing him to take a step back to avoid it.
Standing between him and Yoikei was a single scholar. He had cast away his messenger bag for the occasion, but that did nothing to dispel the image. His build, though athletic, was not that of a fighter. He was a capable duelist, at least by reputation, but that was it. Not a threat. The Hunter lunged again, stabbing at Alistair's gut, but the attack was parried almost effortlessly, forcing him to take yet another step back.But alas, the British student could already see that he needed to deal with this target, and fast. Others were moving to attack, and his quarries were escaping. Though he was loathe to do so, he had little choice. His own skills and attributes were, in this case, insufficient. To level the field, he would need to operate at his full capacity.
"I suppose it can't be helped.""What are you goin' on about, scholar boy?" The Hunter said, almost mockingly, before lunging again, only to be parried once more. But this time, the parry was followed by a series of hacks and slashes that forced him onto the defensive, retreating step by step until there was a wide range of space between himself and the scholar. But abruptly, Alistair halted his attack, taking a step back, and reaching behind him.
"O Caledfwlch,Sword of legends, sword of heroes."
"What do you think you're doing?" The Hunter was caught off guard, and to be frank, was growing concerned, though he would never admit it. The look on the normally affable scholar's face was alien, the expression more serious than had ever been seen. His hand closed around something unseen, a force that only he could perceive.
"Your master sleeps in Avalon,Your rightful wielder awaits the day that he is needed."Alistair's eyes closed for a moment, taking a deep inward breath. The Hunter began to take a step forward, but after a moment's thought, fell back again. This was something new, something he hadn't seen. And he didn't like that risk."But your power is needed here.And thus, I will wield you in his stead.I pray, grant me your power...Excalibur."
In an instant, Alistair's eyes snapped open, and the brief moment of serenity amid the opening moves of war was gone. Upon the last word, his hand pulled forward, and, as if drawn from the legends themselves, the sword appeared. Shining in the light, gold hilt glinting, it flew from its newly appeared sheath. It moved as an extension of Alistair's arm, a living extension of his very being, one with a mind of its own. A burst of golden light flashed around it as it surged forward, the energy flickering briefly around the scholar's body as he surged forward with it.The Hunter tried in vain to bring his knife up to block the swift, vicious slash, but the blade flew from his hand, a notch cut in the blade where it had connected with Alistair's offensive. Before he had time to react, a sweeping strike with his second blade brought the stunned Hunter to his knees, down, but not yet out. Not that he would be standing very quickly, Yoikei almost certainly had time to put some distance between them.But in that moment, Alistair was no longer present, blurring across the battlefield as he shot towards the vampire slowly attempting to flee.*****************************************"..." From her dorm room, a single screen caught Annabeth's eyes. "... Is it normal here for a student to suddenly draw a weapon from myth and legend, and dispatch a combatant with it?" [color=#ffffff;]You're one to talk about normal.[/color]