Alrighty, I'll set it up and take the first attack:

Raphael had been tracking this particular shard of Soul Edge for weeks now, and now he was close, he could feel its presence somewhere within the forest that now loomed in front of him. He thought back to what had lead him here, the battle which scarred him and left pieces of the unholy sword inside him had also left him with a dark and terrible power, but that power had come with a cost. Every night he would awake with the need to absorb the souls of others, drinking them like the vampires of old wives tales. Somehow he knew that if he were able to find more pieces of the demonic blade he could finally quench his thirst for souls.

He traveled through the forest with a sense of purpose, feeling his way closer and closer to the source of his desire. Coming around a bend he saw it; a glowing orange chunk of metal lodged in the trunk of a great oak tree. The tree had become twisted with the taint of blade, faces leered at him from the trunk, and it's branches seemed to be trying to push him away as he approached. Pushing through the corrupted vegetation he grasped the shard of metal and tried to pry it from the trunk.

As he pulled, a flash of fiery light exploded around him, and suddenly he was no longer in a forest, but instead he found himself in the courtyard of a great castle. In front of him was a woman, no not much more than a young girl, in her hand she held a rapier not unlike his own. He could feel a powerful soul resting within her, and without Soul Edge his hunger had grown, her soul would be his!

With a quick salute of his blade he readied his guard!

Raphael:
HP:100
To-Hit: 17-2 = 15 (hit)
Damage: 5+6 = 13

The woman spoke to him as she backed away, but Raphael was not listening, he watched her footwork and guard, how she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. He moved closer and licked his lips, she was so small, so frail, this would be easy.

With a yell he launched into his first attack. The woman barely managed to parry his first strike, and his second would have cut her throat had she not managed to lean away at the last second, however he saw instantly her balance was compromised and slashed downward across the top of her thighs.

The girl yelped as Raphael's blade caught her across her upper thighs, slicing through the hem of her little red skirt and cutting deeply into the flesh beneath. Raphael jumped backwards as the woman managed to send a counter-thrust right at his face. He smiled again as blood spread down her thighs and then licked his lips as he caught sight of her little white panties, now exposed by the tear in her skirt.

This might be more fun then I had hoped, her thought to himself.