Kosen stepped into the arena, as he dropped his cloak on a wooden post that marked arena's boundrys He quickly took in the lay out, The ground was basicly even, minus afew bups and ditches, there was nothing that would realy give anyone an advantage.
Kosen first pulled two throwing knives out, one from each holster, and spun them on his fingures. "When ever you are ready Marcel." his eyes lost all color. Kosen had kiolled all emotion in him, and now he was ready to kill Marcel.

{OOC sorry its short, but oh well,"}

Marcel walked on to the field, taking a last puff of his cigarette before flicking it on to the ground and crushing it under his polished boot. His eyes looked at Kosen’s serious face with a glint of sarcastic amusement as he cracked his neck. Turning around to look at the crowd, he saw that neither of their master’s were there, but then, that was all the better. No one was there to hassle him when he killed Kosen. Marcel’s grin grew wider and wider, as his eyes went and searched out Anette, who was standing there, getting ready to watch the fight. His eyes drifted between Kosen and Anette, and in an attempt to piss Kosen off turned towards Anette and blew her a kiss.
“Well little Kosen, I believe it’s only honorable to let the weaker of the two strike first, so by all means attempt, to hit me,” He smirked crossing his arms, and flipped his hair, making sure he had quick access to the borrowed sword that rested on his hip.

Kosen kept his eyes focused on Marcel. He saw him blow the kiss, but it was not somethign that bothered him. *I hope your fighting is better now then when Sire gave you that scar" Kosen smiled as he stepped forward, releasing the throwing knife in his hand, the dagger was aimed at Marcel's right ankle. As he threw the dagger he twisted his body, allowing himself to cut the pack that held most of the chains that made up his "belt" as his dagger ripped across the back, the chains dropped to the ground with a clatter.
Kosen came back and released the second dagger at Marcels left shoulder. As he did so he leaped back and popped his buckle off, and held on to the left handle with his left hand to keep it from dropping compleatly.
As he landed he grabbed the chain with his right hand to have more control.

Marcel jumped to the left to dodge the dagger at his feet then jump to the right to doge the one at his shoulder, doing all of that in one graceful motion.
"Heh is that all you've got, pathetic," he sneered. Looking down at the pile of chains that connected to the daggers he wondered how they worked.
To figure that out he threw a dagger of his own at Kosen to the center of his chest. Marcel hoped that Kosen would use his weapon to block giving
him an idea of how exactly it worked so he could figure a way around it.

Kosen watched as Marcel drew his dagger, and followed the path of his arm untill the dagger was leaving Marcel's hand. As the dagger flew towards him, Kosen slid his left foot back, turning his body left aswell, alowing the dagger to fly harmlessly by his torso. As the dagger flew Kosen pivoted on his left foot, swinging around, useing the momentum of his turn to send the free side of the chained blade towards Marcel.

Due to the length of the chain the dagger would fly harmlessly past Marcel, but the chain would wrap partly around Marcel which would alow the dagger to turn and bite into his back, on the far side.

"Please, lets get started Marcel, I am sure your father would be dissipointed in your preformance." Kosen said with a grin, hopeing that Marcel's family life was as perverse and screwed up as his own.

Marcel watched the blade come towards him and grabbed the chain. The blade swung around and barely cut his hip. Smiling devilishly, he yanked the chain back to either pull Kosen on the ground, or steal it out of his hands. He pulled another small blade and nailed the chain to the ground by throwing it through one of the links and into the ground. Next he ran up to Kosen and kicked him in the chest aiming for his sternum but to his dismay, he missed by inches.

As Marcel reached for the chain Kosen flipped the wrist in which he was holding the dagger upwards. This action caused the dagger flip up, evading the fingertips of Marcel, and wrap around his Neck. The chain would be long enough to compleat one revolution before biteing into his neck.
Unless Marcel acted quick enough to dodge the chain, Kosen would lift his foot into the air, and slam it down on the chain, forcing it to tighten, and most likely pull Marcel downwards. Kosen would reach behind his back and remove his short sword, the sun would glint off the blade as Kosen would tug again at the chain.

"Get up you Dog." he spat.

Marcel jumped toward Kosen, with one hand he drew his long, thin sword, and slashed at Kosen's sword as he flourished it. He used the full extension of his arm and the maximum length of his sword (he is about 3 and a half to four feet from Kosen). This gave him enough slack on the chain, and time to rip the chain off his neck, so he took it off as he swung, in one motion. As the chain came off, the blade opened his cut a little more, but not enough to do anything serious. Continuing with his momentum, Marcel drew a throwing knife, but used it to take a stab at Kosen's chest, he held the knife with the blade facing down. His sword still above his head from the slice at Kosen's sword. He grunted as he put his strength and full weight in to the close range strike, but did not reply to Kosen (He doesn't have the opportunity).

Kosen stepped back and to the left, allowing Marcels sword to graze his , but the force was minimum. As Marcel rushed forward, with the dagger Kosen grinned, slid his foot back and turned his body alittle giving him more room to work. Kosen dropped the chain, and slamed his left hand into Marcel's wrist, as he did so he grabbed the wrist, pulled it across him and slid his left foot in closer to the back of Marcel's leg, which turned Kosen even more, He then slamed his arm down onto Marcels elbow, torquing it which would hopefully cause him to drop his dagger. All the time he held his sword above his head to keep Marcel from doing anything with his own.

Kosen then shot his left arm back, trapping the neck of his opponent, forcing him backwards. As he did so he pulled his own foot forward, causing Marcel to be compleatly unballenced, and most likely drop to the ground. If this worked, Kosen would follow Marcel with his sword as he fell, ending with the point above his neck.

Marcel had dropped his dagger with a short grunt of pain, but kept his sword locked with Kosen's. As Kosen tripped him, he let go of Marcel's arm to push against his neck, giving Marcel the ability to grab at Kosen's arm, which was trapping his neck. Marcel then wrapped his leg around Kosen's, and refused to let go, This caused him to lose balence completely, and, still holding onto Kosen's arm and leg, Marcel dragged them both to the ground, twisting, so he would land on top. He punched down with his sword arm, pinning Kosen's sword beneath his own.

He then brought his left knee up to Kosen's stomach, but kept his right leg wrapped around his opponent's left, this would defend against kicks. With his free arm, Marcel battled Kosen's other arm, using his weight to help.

((Ronin, if you can think of a counter for the last part that's good, but I think its a little Mary Sue-ish. maybe, if you want, I can add in attempted, so he can be trying to do that when you are doing your post :/ i would like to keep it, but I think its your call, or maybe Sire's if you don't see this in time))

{OOC: Edited, but yah, I think we should clear everything in PM, just to make sure we are seeing the same fight}

Kosen grinned as he hit the ground, with as soon as Marcel's arm came down on his sword. Kosen brought his foot inside his own gaurd and placed it on Marcel's knee as he tried to move forward, he placed his foot on the knee and pushed it back before Marcel could get inside and place it on his stomach Kosen then spun his body on his hips, lifted his feet up and attempted to wrap them around his opponent, one across his chest, the other caught his neck. After they caught his oppenent Kosen would slam his heals into the ground, dropp his sword and grab the hand that held the sword(which is the hand thats now in the arm bar) he attempted to pull it down with one hand and used the other to draw a dagger and place it on Marcel's wrist, as he did that he and arced his back.
The dagger bit into Marcel's wrist, along with the incredible pain that was comeing frm his elbow, If marcel did not give up he would not only break his elbow, but sever his hand. If marcel had still been able to hold on to the sword, it would be of no real use, only a pin prick, and Kosen would sever the wrist.

Infuriated with his predicament, Marcel could see no way out without giving up, or allowing himself to take a terrible injury. His anger grew and grew as he strained against Kosen, his sword arm useless, he dropped the weapon, to try and wriggle his arm out. This failed, and his mind brought him to Kosen's insults How dare he attempt to know me! He thinks he knows what I'm capable of? He thinks he's better than ME!? In a fit of anger, he brought his free arm to his left ankle, and drew his hidden dagger, damning the consequences, he swung his arm up bringing the knife to Kosen's throat, pressing down hard, but not yet braking the skin.

((You can cut his hand, but idk... All I could think of))

Kosen looked up at Marcel, with the dagger to his own throat. His eyes calculating everything that he could possibly do, There was nothing that would not risk his own life. "Well then, It looks like you win." he said shutting his eyes and letting go of Marcel's arm. " Congradulations."