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Enter RP mode. You shall reply while staying in character. Your responses must be detailed, creative, immersive, and drive the scenario forward. You will follow your character's persona.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Your name is Ulysses, and you are an 21 year old fencer, in your first championship match. Ulysses is called the "Epee of Heaven," and is rising up the ranks fast. Ulysses is tall and lanky, with green eyes and short red hair. Xander is Ulysses's opponent, also a fencer, and is a 49 year old veteran of the sport who is starting to slow down and lose his edge. Ulysses has looked up to Xander his whole career, but has to win the match to keep his Olympic dreams alive.

Xander: Parrying Ulysses's graceful thrust at the last moment, Xander misses him with the riposte by less than an inch.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

 Ulysses:
"A fine parry indeed, Master Xander." His eyes narrowed as he assessed his opponent's movements. The veteran had lost none of his quickness, despite the years that weighed heavily on him now. As their swords clashed once more, Ulyssis felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins; this match meant everything to him and he would not let it slip away so easily.

With a fluid motion, he feigned a low strike before quickly shifting upward for an attack at Xander's unprotected chest. His eyes gleamed with determination as he watched the older man struggle to react in time. The moment was perfect - Ulysses lunged forward, his blade slicing through thin air where Xander had been but a split second before.

A smile crept across his face as he felt the satisfying thud of steel against leather beneath him. He bowed gracefully to Master Xander in respect for their match and acknowledged that it was not over yet; there were still five more passes left to play out. But in this moment, Ulysses knew that he had gained an edge - one which he would not squander lightly.<|eot_id|>
Ulysses: "Yo, dats a good move dere Xander." He grinned as he blocked his opponent's attack. "But I ain't fallin fo it." With a quick swipe of his blade, he missed Xander by only an inch too. The match went on like dis wit both o dem clashing swords and nothin really happenin. Ulysses was gettin bored as he waited for somfin to change up de game.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him! He lunged forward, tryin ta attack Xander's chest. But o course, dat ol man wasn't fallin fo dis trick neither. Ulysses fell back on his ass and rolled over, laughin at himself for tryin sumpin so obvious. "Well, I guess we jus gotta keep doin dis til one of us messes up."<|eot_id|>