Karas could feel the fire within his wounds fading across his back as everyone floods into the courtyard. Leather armor being tightened into place, while weapons were being brandished by those who were ready. It was no surprise that Karas stood out like a sore thumb in the mass of all the leather, black flesh that was hardly ever covered. Wearing only a skirt, and this was normal.<br/><br/>It earned him snide remarks, punishments that went on for weeks. Yet the effects of the punishments often left him wearing less and less clothing till they stopped when he wore just the skirt. A victory he holds over their heads, allowing him to freely wear whatever he wants when he wants. It was pride that he wore only this, not because of choice but to flaunt it in their faces regularly. Perhaps it had some part to do with being treated a little more favorably, but he didn't care. It meant less he would have to worry about being stolen by the others.<br/><br/>Two swords were placed against the pillar, hilts up standing on their sharp tips. Soon after a lean guard finally moved over to him and began to free his hands from the cuffs, telling him he best stay on his feet today. Karas knew that they wouldn't give him a break, that is why he slept in what way he could last night. It was rare for him to fall off his feed, and Rias's treatment had him riled up ready to take it out on anyone. Listening to the chains falling away with their metalic clinking till they stopped. Rubbing his raw and tender wrists briefly before the terms of their practice is spoken. Turning his gaze towards the rooftop that was spoken of, his face straight and his thoughts prayed for who ever went there. Fortunately it was a more severe punishment that Karas had yet to experience. Quickly brushing his hair out of his eyes, over his head and between his hors with just his fingers combing them.<br/><br/>Disregarding the man who was barking the orders out his ass.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">'Perhaps he's the new guy. I'd say he's been here a couple months. I think he's about to have a run in with Burt, he likes to show them their justice when the levy is so great.'</span>he thought while he looks to his swords. Leaning in, fingers grasping the hilts before pulling them up brandishing them in his grasp firmly. Brushing the flat metal blade's sharp edges across one another, testing the oil and the smoothness of their care. They were in good shape, in face he was admiring the smoothness and fresh oil with a grin. Feeling like they had visited the grinding stone last night. It was when the men spoke of Analee that Karas turned to face her.<br/><br/>Bright blue eyes gazing at her intently in challenge. Tensing his muscles before relaxing them as he briefly stretches to loosen them in preparation of their duel. Black lips spreading into a smirk when her words reached him of bug bites. Reminded of the challenge she issued last night about biting her ear and wanting to see it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Naw, but I think there's a bug that has been calling for your ear lately. It must be around here some where, why not look around?"</span>came his vocal response as he jests in return of her tease.<br/><br/>Bright blue eyes drinking in the visual before him, even as the tide of leathers clashed with one another his focus was her. Never really one to lead the attack in duels, he knew when she dug her foot into the ground and bent her knees in poise that she was leading. The last time he lead when someone refused to, he laid them out cold and they faced a harsher punishment than slumber after. So it came as no surprise to him when she pushed forward, rushing at him. Yet Karas may have been the only one to have noticed her pause, the twitch and lips curling up while she hisses through some unforeseen pain.<br/><br/>Yet neither allowed it to distract them as she continued her charge. Shifting on his right heel, grinding the dirt beneath bare flesh as he turns slightly bringing his left foot to plant it slightly in front of him in anticipation. Analee was swinging one blade at him, its dangerous end facing the wrong direction as it glints in the light gliding through the air. Feeling slightly insulted she would hold back, and Karas's own blade on the same side moved in a flash of glinting metal except his was reflecting the sun right into her eyes as it moved to meet her blade. Clashing against hers in mid swing while Karas moved forward. Shifting his weight onto his left leg as he leans his head back as if going for a head butt.<br/><br/>However Karas was distracting her recently blinded eyes, as his right leg seems to be a blur of motion as it sweeps out for her side. Gliding through the air in a low arch aiming to be out of reach of her hands while he distracts her eyes. It would sweep up right into her side, lower ribs with bruising force his shin would dig in if it struck. Yet it would not end there as he would twist, with his foot behind her back aiming to pull her momentum towards the pillar. If everything went well she'd be rushing right for the pillar with a bruised side throbbing in pain.<br/><br/>However if she managed to block the kick he would quickly bring his leg back down to support his weight as the other whips up aiming for the arm he had just blocked an attack from. Wanting to inflict pain and make it easier to handle her. If it hit it didn't matter where the shin struck, he just hoped it was with enough force that it would disarm her during her rush that he didn't stop.<br/><br/>Karas knew he would be hurting her, either blow would be softened by the leathers she wore but he anticipated that. If she blocked the first attack, and instead went for the tackle he would not shy from her. In fact his second kick lifts his skirt quite high perhaps flashing her with more than she expected to see in his aim to disarm her. If that tackle happens, it would be a contest of who would out wrestle the other. Which he would quickly discard his weapons in order to ensure that his hands were free to react.