Samurai Showdown [Niko vs. Johannes]

There was a circular clearing amongst a forest of bamboo, thick were the sea of bamboo with paths aligned. The sky is blotted by the grass yet light still reached the field which was 15 meters in diameter. Two of the Samurai faced each other in their robes, one wearing jet black whilst the other was white. One was blond, wore a skipper's hat and had an eyepatch whilst the other was black haired and had red eyes. They both had Katana's, the normal sorts. They stood 15 feet apart on the grassy field in the middle of the entire grassy bamboo forests. The one eyed man looked at his opponent and adversary. As both of them held their swords drawn out, Niko holding it with both hands with the blade facing downwards at the ground, just a few inches apart from the ground, the sharp side of the blade facing Johannes. Niko's legs spread apart as the wind kisses his chest in the form of a flowy breeze.

"So it has come to this, brother against brother, Bounto against Bounto. I've always wanted to be in a Samurai style showdown myself, wouldn't you agree?" Niko chuckled, "So do you have what it takes to kill me or are you just standing there gawking at my stance in awe? I'd understand that anyways, most opponents are quite dumbfounded by my stance and awe-striking power."

Niko looked calmly at his opponent as he was emerging, his calm emerald eye keeping that focus on him. First step of his opponent, pull away one hand from his Katana as he holds it to his right. Second step of his opponent, he spreads his legs apart from one another, breathing in before breathing out as it would be the fifth step of his opponent. Letting his lungs fill up with the cool air before letting it out in the process. Able to read the body language of the Bounto against him, before him and charging at him. A grin extended to his mouth as his lazy eye widened to that of a fully opened socket with anticipated bloodthirst. He noted that the attack was at the minimum sword range, it was not to cut him deep but to wound him as first blood. The sword meant for him ripping through air aimed at his abdomen. The extra momentum could be used against the man. Timing it right given how much he has trained over countering the problems of depth perception, as time went on and people get used to "a single" eye just as a blind man sharpens his other senses, whilst the tip was coming at him, earlier as it was arriving, at least at it's earliest point making that swing as it let loose from his hip with that extra power, the man dove down towards his opponent after quickly kneeling, with a propulsion of a frog-like manner with his head in front so to ensure proper directions. Letting the blade pass by him on top without even making a scratch or even getting near him thanks to the early sign dodge. His dive was mostly from the side of his opponent's right foot. His body now at knee level as it was launching at the ground, reaching to the medium range in the form of one feet from his opponent. The extra momentum ensuring that the blade is away from him. A golden opportunity as he thrusts forth his blade to the enemy man's crotch with intentions to hit him in the middle of his body, testicles were the aim with the tip of the blade done so in the hardest sense, with only one hand in a quick momentum after having launched himself, his elbow earlier being at his abdomen with the hilt of the blade at shoulder level much before the thrust. His blade at this range making him quite lethal. His hand meanwhile grasping for his leg with an aim to prevent a kick by letting the arm take the blow and prevent a dodge, as well as to trip him if he had intentions on continuing on running. The thrust itself done with a slight upward curve and an intention to penetrate him with a deep stab on what would bear him children. Thankfully in a position to roll as he had landed on the ground with his feet and knees planted as well, his white clothing dirty as his vision quickly turns over to the horizontally slicing blade which was ripping the air and not him. That was after he made the distance of the thrust though as an insurance. His free arm's elbow planted on the ground whilst speeding for a grasp.

With Niko's hand gripping for his ankle, the former Kommodore had quickly pulled his thrusted sword away from his opponent's grip as it coincides with slicing through the bottom of the testicles, the sword itself because it was grasped from the smooth side and with such a strong pull had meant it was taken away, dropping it in that quick simultaneous moment as his other hand would pull on the enemy's ankle, standing up with his other hand grasping for a vice-grip on his ankle quickly enough. Pulling the ankle upwards all the way while pushing back with intentions to trip. Pushing hard enough with both hands gripping before releasing as it coincided with the swinging of that sword. Having done so in a process of raising the enemy legs up first with the power of his lifting up, standing up to apply the pressure and finally throwing off the leg the other direction as done so in close quarter combat to complicate such a swing in those few moments. The enemy's sword clutched with his hand trying to complete a swing would complete the off balancing of the fighter. Nikolaus's sword landed to his left side in context to Johannes being thrown to the direction of right. The Kommodore having not even been touched or scathed once more thanks to his quick thinking as well as not to mention that his back was no longer exposed, Niko picks up his blade by a simple kneel and retraction, holding it with both hands as he would pace away from his opponent, taking long steps back in that little time having performed the move thanks also to the help of the dirt amidst the grassy field contributing to making an easy leg flip along with Nikolaus in the due process pushing his foot against the ground to change angles to go a bit away from the hit of the sword by helping through with the trip before standing so to be at the side of the ankle much earlier in a semi-roll. Having intended earlier to simply throw him off but with an unexpected help from Johannes himself contributing to his own downfall. For Nikolaus, the extra help of putting force on his elbow to the ground along with his knees on the ground helped with getting up fast and up to his knees and finally his feet in a quick succession.

"Oh come now, after all that enthusiasm, you're going to just stop fighting because of losing your balls? Hah, so now you literally lost your balls and your guts to fight, how typical of the Luftwaffe." Taunted the Kriegsmarine.