Round 1 - Storm vs E1 Alpha [J - Awean8]

[Awean8]

From within the deep inner circles of the elegant palace stood the chosen combatants as a young man in seemingly modern casual attire sat upon his regal throne while wearing a extravagantly jeweled crown, and being served his every whim by bodacious succubi. The man's single expression was a mix of both apathy, and boredom at the sight of the two.

"My sovereign, Lord Awean, the entertainment has arrived", said a sickly looking devil creature that sat upon the man's shoulder.

"Yes, I know all too well my servant."

The two combatants stood no more, or less than ten paces from each other fenced off from the host by a thick wall made from human bones. Despite, this separation the battlefield itself consisted of literally the rest of the palace which was filled and adorned with expensive furniture, and crystal chandeliers.

"Attention! I am the ruler over this realm, and this is but the first round of many. The round will go until either one of you dies, or until I end it. My palace is your arena, but be wary of the various hellions that crawl within the shadows of my corridors. The blood elf shall go first, and BEGIN! "

[E1Alpha]

The noble and beautiful interior of the palace was unlike anything Kaelahna was used to seeing. Her green eyes darted around the area as the host spoke to them. Although it would appear as if she were merely admiring the palace's beauty, in truth, she was calculating how she were to best beat down her opponent. Speaking of which, as the host's speech neared its end, her eyes now locked onto the figure in front of her.
Her eyes coursed over the female figure in front of her rapidly, passively enjoying her mere appearance, while taking note of the weapons she could see, which were a bow and a knife strapped onto her thigh from her point of view. While observing her, she slowly drew her own weapons, spinning her mace in one hand and her blade in the other, before gripping them tightly, her eyes narrowing as they focused on the girl.

"Prepare yourself, human wench... Mercy isn't in my dictionary..."

As soon as the starting signal was given, she rushed forward, her blade held in front of her in a defensive way in her right hand, held up at chest height, while her left hand holding her mace was hanging behind her body. As she approached the girl at a high speed, something that was common to well-trained elven warriors, she twisted her movements and turned the force from her speed from her charge, into a pushing force that would make her spin on heel in a clockwise motion, leaving herself vulnerable for a split second as she spun, before she would have attempted to strike her opponent in the right side of her head or her right shoulder with the spiked backside of her mace. This attack would mainly be focused on trying to disorient or knock down the girl.

After the attack was executed, she would continue spinning to eventually face the girl again, once more raising her blade in front of her and holding her mace behind.

[Storm]

As she enters the Arena and stops 10 paces from another, casts her soft brown eyes upon this other combatant. She briefly surveys the area formulation both defense and attack strategies mentally. She continues looking her opponent up and down with extreme precision taking in every resemblance of weaponry and armor. Furthermore she focuses on her opponent’s demeanor for anything she could use against her once the combat proceeds.

Within moments she hears
"Attention! I am the ruler over this realm, and this is but the first round of many. The round will go until either one of you dies, or until I end it. My palace is your arena, but be wary of the various hellions that crawl within the shadows of my corridors. The blood elf shall go first, and BEGIN!"
Momentarily quirking a brow thinking Come down here and I’ll give you something to attention over.

Her intense focus upon never waivers as Kaelahna starts to rush forward. Years of unarmed combat training take over waiting for just the exact moment to simultaneously slide her legs to either side into the splits so as to allow the mace hiss through the air her body once occupied, while sliding into the splits her hand at the same time removes her dagger from her thigh sheath swinging the glistening blade across for the lower calf of Kaelahna’s planted leg to test the padding against her razor sharp blade hoping to at least lacerate the calf. In the same fluent movement continues leaning backwards tucking her legs to her chest now in a back roll while Kaelahna completes her original mace attack, Hae in a low crouch back steping several paces placing her dagger back in the thigh sheath while reaching her free hand up top grasping her short sword, sliding the glistening blade out from it’s sheath.

As her heart beats at a much faster rate she double fistedly holds her sword, blade tip just touching the ground, watching Kaelahna cautiously. This woman before her is far faster than anyone she has battled in her past. She bites her bottom lip; soft eyes intensely focused looking for any movement from her opponent. Breathing a little heavy she softly offers

“Mercy isn’t in your dictionary? Perhaps you may want to look up pain, or I can just educate you on what pain is … Bitch”

[E1Alpha]

As her mace hits nothing but air, Kaelahna snarls noticably, her green eyes dropping slightly to keep her focus on the human while spinning. She'd feel the blade cut through the think leather padding, allthough it has not hit her own skin yet, the leather armor on her leg now has a noticable gash in it. As she finally came to the completion of her move, taking on her original position, her eyes locked onto the human girl, now eyeing over the shortsword that she held, which she did not spot earlier.

Her muscles were tense and her blood was pumping pure adrenaline through her veins, before she'd rush forward once, this time holding her blade and mace backwards, bringing the mace up in a fashion that would reveal her to try and slash at the human, estimately about chest height. Nothing was less true, however, as when she was close enough to the human, she dropped down, using the speed built from her charge to slide over the floor of the palace, expecting it be perfect for sliding. She would attempt to slide into the human's legs at full, and if succesful, hold out her blade to try and slash along the human's body as it would get knocked over.

At the end of her attack, she would once more divert the force from her slide, into pushing herself up onto knees, turning to the human in the process, all in one smooth move. Once there, she'd bring her weapons crossed in front of her to secure herself against any rapid counter should her attack have failed.

"Pain? Pain is nothing. I'll show you the humilation of defeat!" Her tongue would be vicious, revealing her obvious hatred of humans to both her opponent and all bystanders.

[Storm]

The moment Kaelahna began advancing and making movement feinting an upper assault with her mace, Hae Jin immediately stepped back with her right foot angled against the floor for brace support while moving her left forward leaning slightly forward bringing her sword upward from the floor to impede the anticipated assault.

Mentally she was formulating where to best strike Kaelahna once the mace is safely defended, she grits her teeth and her facial features cringe to the point her nose even wrinkles once her opponent lowers her body into a slide realizing she has exposed herself while incorrectly trying to defend the feint attack.

Her wrists burn as, with all the might she could muster in the millisecond, she stops the sword’s chest defensive movement and holds the weapon mid waist as Kaelahna’s body crashes into her legs sending shock waves of pain through her entire body. As Kaelahna passes under her, she is knocked off her feet while positioning her body to absorb the impact best as possible to minimize her damage caused by this unanticipated move by her opponent.

More importantly with her own short sword now waist level, more on combat instinct, moves her weapon in the path of Kaelahna’s, the two blades providing a deafening ting being inches from Hae Jin’s head. Direct impact is avoided however the tip of Kaelahna’s blade does bite into the side of Hae’s cheek causing a laceration.

Knowing full well that her opponent should be formulating a follow up attack, she does not have the luxury of recovering from the fall. She rolls to her hands and knees slowly rising trying to regain focus which temporarily is blurry. She raises her short sword double fisted, breathing is much heavier while focusing on the blurred object which is now recovering from her successful attack, as her vicious words spit out

"Pain? Pain is nothing. I'll show you the humiliation of defeat!"

She would do her best to give the appearance of being ready trying to buy a second or two to fully clear her vision and her thoughts. Mentally she plays what happened through her mind so as not to leave herself so open again. Hae does not reply to her opponent full knowing that should she pick up on any pained tone, her attack would come before Hae would be fully ready for defense. She does nod her head in a back arch indicating ‘bring it’, sword held back tip touching the ground again thoughts racing through her mind on offensive strategies she may want to try and deploy having seen her opponents speed and cunning.

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna herself would breathing heavy, taking a moment for herself to steady her breathing rythem, taking deep and slow inhales, before blowing the air out slowly. Eventually, she would rise up to her feet again, staring down at her opponent, her green eyes almost burning with an intense vigor. Unlike most elves, it would appear that she was actually enjoying the thrill and rush of adrenaline she gained through the fight.

For now, however, it would appear that she tried to calm herself down a bit, taking in the current state of her opponent, as she would walk around her, her eyes would dart back and forth between the human and the furniture surrounding them, smirking to herself as she was to a few expensive looking, gold decorated chairs, sliding herself down in one, smirking over at her opponent.

As her opponent was still recovering, she would use this time to throw salt in her open wounds by the use of her vicious tongue. "You want me to bring it? Are you sure about that? For as far as I can see it, you cannot even stay on your legs for longer than five minutes when fighting me. Why not make it easier and less painful on yourself and just give up. We both know how this will end, for you cannot match my speed."

She'd laugh slightly, her eyes locked on the human at all times as she'd spin her weapons in her hands, crossing one leg over another, before crossing her weapons in front of eachother. As the metal touches, distant draconic echoes would come forth from the blades, revealing they are more than just regular weapons.

"Come at me... Prove me wrong that you aren't a weak and pathetic coward like the rest of your human kind. Prove me your blood is worth to be spilled on my blade!" She grinned as she called out to the human, more than interested as to how she would react to that.

[Storm]

As Kaelahna stalks in a circular manor, Hae matches Kaelahna’s pace step for step always keeping to her front for Hae does not desire this other woman any opening toward her back. As Kaelahna slides into one of the exquisite golden decorated chairs, moves her right foot back bracing while moving her left foot forward, toes pointed toward Kaelahna anticipating this woman may at any moment spring from the chair toward her.

As the vile words "You want me to bring it? Are you sure about that? For as far as I can see it, you cannot even stay on your legs for longer than five minutes when fighting me. Why not make it easier and less painful on yourself and just give up. We both know how this will end, for you cannot match my speed." drift across the air, she keeps her sword tip toward the ground, eyes intensely focused upon the woman in the chair for any resemblance of aggressive movement all the while mentally formulating what she might be able to do next against this woman if incredible speed.

As Kaelahna crosses her legs and places her weapons in front of each other, for the first time she has a glimmer of hope, could this woman be relaxing, will she be given an opportunity to submissively bow before her opponent in admission of defeat. The draconic echoes from Kaelahna’s blade provide more evidence that the woman before her may be displaying her superiority so as to allow Hae to submit to her. She knows now what she need do.

As the words "Come at me... Prove me wrong that you aren't a weak and pathetic coward like the rest of your human kind. Prove me your blood is worth to be spilled on my blade!" are offered, Kaelahna will be provided what Hae speculates she is seeking. In one simultaneous move reaches her sword behind her back sliding it into the sheath with her right hand ensuring to allow the base of the handle ting against the base of the sheath so it would be evident her blade had been sheathed. In the same flow, kneels onto her right knee keeping the left leg up resting her left arm upon the left knee.

In an apparent show of submission, she begins a low bow at her waist moving her right hand from the handle of her sword immediately grasping a standard armor piercing arrow from the quiver thought being since Kaelahna had her legs crossed, she might get one shot with the anticipated effect of pinning her to the chair from which she sits. In a fluent movement bumps with her left elbow the now loose hanging bow, as it slides from around her neck grips the bow with her left hand while moving her right hand now gripping the arrow against the bow string extending her left arm in Kaelahna’s direction bringing tension to the string holding the arrow. She knows she does not have the luxury to line up a perfect shot, the instant she feels appropriate tension, the shot is released. Once the arrow is released, immediately drops the bow intensely focusing upon Kaelahna making ready to defend any counter attack or to move forward should she actually get struck by the arrow.

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna's eyes widened as she saw her human opponent lower herself in a bowing matter. She was more intent on taunting the girl into attacking her in a rush and leave herself exposed to an easy counter. But instead, she noticed the movements of submission.
For a moment, Kaelahna would smirk to herself, the mere thought of having the girl submit before her pleasing her. But eventually, the realisation hit: She did not want this fight to end yet. She didn't want her opponent to surrender and prematurely the thrill and excitement of the fight.

Now snarling to herself, she would push herself up out of the chair, her weapons grinding over eachother slowly as sparks of fire came forth from their mere contact, her words once more echoing through the massive room: "How dare you insult me with surr-..." Her eyes would then widen as they met the metal point of the arrow, shimmering with the light of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Thoughts rushed through her mind as she rapidly sought to dive aside as the arrow was launched, yet the armor piercing blade of the arrow's point cuts through the thick leather armor covering her right arm. A bleeding cut was visible through the cut open leather, which caused Kaelahna to bite on her lower to resist the pain as much as possible, before rising up, bringing up blades up and bracing herself, deciding to play defensive now. "Bitch!"

[Storm]

Miliseconds before releasing the arrow, her eyes widen upon catching view of Kaelahna’s blade and mace emanating flames, thoughts of ~freth me to tears already~ drifting through her mind.

She grits her teeth together, face grimacing to the point her nose wrinkles as Kaelahna springs from the chair while considering the wasted arrow fired at her opponent. As Hae back steps several paces, eyes focused on the flaming mace and blade, her eyes catch sight of a bloody area on Kaelahna’s arm. Moving her right hand up toward her own face, wiping the laceration she earlier took, eyes roll toward her hand noting the thin film of blood on it, then eyes focus back on Kaelahna. In an almost eerie soft tone “I see you bleed too. However as far as me being a Bitch? … Now you hurt my feelings … so get on your knees and say you’re sorry so we could continue this conflict.”

She moves her hands toward her hips almost completely open to attack in an attempt to raise her opponent’s anger and rage formulating if she could force Kaelahna to act irrationally and attack in blind anger, she might have a clear shot at her head with her twin grappling hook launchers from her belt. Her hands would rest on the fire studs of the launcher while continually focusing upon Kaelahna’s flaming weapons ready to take evasive action should her opponent tactically advance toward her.

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna smirked as she saw Hae wipe her hand over the wound, gripping her weapons tight, before snarling as the human's words echoed into her ears and continued ringing in her head. Her green eyes would seem to almost light up in pure anger now, this reaction causing the fiery aura her weapons to increase in strength.

As she glared at Hae, she blinks as she saw her lower her hands. Not understanding anything about it, thoughts rush through her mind: Could she be surrendering? Or does she seriously want Kaelahna to apologise? However, seeing as Kaelahna is one who loves trickery and feigning in combat aswell, she realised that it was most likely a mere trick. She couldn't think what possible weapon she had to ambush her though. Perhaps some sort of magical spell she was not aware of.

Whatever the case, Kaelahna wasn't going to lose this fight through an error like that. Smirking, she tilts her head at her, placing her hands in on her hips aswell, speaking up in the same cocky tone as always. "You want me to say sorry? To a human pig such as yourself? I think not. I'd rather die than show humbleness before you..." She smirked, taking in a silent deep breath, before suddenly kicking into action. She'd raise her arms rapidly and fling her fiery mace in the human's direction, making the mace spin as it soars through the air, aimed at the human's chest. In rapid succession, she'd spin counter-clockwise and throw her flaming sword in the same manner right after her mace to increase the chance of one of her weapons hitting her.

As she was spinning, she would reach for a small device, hanging from her belt. As her spinning movement was nearing completion, she'd let her inherent magical soul power the device, as it shaped into a powerful, magic empowered rifle, with a highly accurate scope attached to it. With her spin now completed, she would crouched down into a kneeling position, raising the rifle up to her eye to aim towards the human, preparing herself to strike the girl, not yet pulling the trigger.