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| Raikou vs Cathal; Darkness vs Oreyn | |
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| Topic Started: 29 Sep 2008, 12:31 AM (167 Views) | |
| DarknessReigns | 29 Sep 2008, 12:31 AM Post #1 |
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Raikou stood near the edge of the dock, looking at the sun slowly sinking down. It had yet to touch the earth, but within the hour it'd probably be dark. Her clothing was much different than her usual attire was. It consisted of tight black pants and a loose white shirt and black bandanna over her red hair. Her sword hung on a loose black belt, her knee high boots suddenly felt strange. The young girl patiently awaited her challenger, not minding the dropping temperature or the breeze. The fishing boats would be a strange setting, but if she needed more space it might become necessary. This was not her preferred. There were no birds out, and the darkening water suddenly threatened her. It would be complicated fighting with such limited space. Raikou turned so her back was to the sun and water, staring straight ahead, crimson eyes scanning the landscape for her opponent. |
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| Oreyn | 29 Sep 2008, 12:43 AM Post #2 |
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Soft steps creaked ever so softly as a thin figure of average height strode cautiously across the planks of the dock. This was the first time in a while Cathal had to duel someone in such inhospitable conditions, but it couldn't be helped. If only the structure was... sturdier. It felt like it could collapse any moment if a strong enough force was applied to it. Cathal was hardly an avid fan of water, so he hoped such a situation could be avoided. As the setting sun caught his eye - his concern for the stability of his ground no longer his primary concern - a silhouette stood out against the red-orange rays that beamed behind it in retaliation against the night. The figure was small and thin, and as he drew closer he could make out details in the person where once there was only shadow. "So lassie, am 'ah to assume that 'yer mah opponent," he said as he drew closer. He stopped about ten feet away, giving he and his opponent ample starting space. He spotted a blade resting upon her waist, and assumed that she, too, was a "speedy sword user". Just how fast she was - and how good she was, for that matter - he could only guess. |
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| DarknessReigns | 29 Sep 2008, 12:54 AM Post #3 |
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Raikou had tensed as a figure appeared, but as he neared closer, she smiled. He was of normal height, though tall compared to her. In the dim lighting, she could see that the man was well toned. There was a strange emotion in those dark green eyes, and his clothes amused her. She had always been an avid pirate lover. When he spoke, it only made her grin. How uncharacteristic. The wind blew her hair out of her eye so she could examine him closer. "Aye, nice assumption," she nodded, her right hand going across her stomach, landing on the hilt of one of her swords. Her posture tensed as she anticipated her opponent's next move. She couldn't dare assume his speed or skill for fear of underestimating him, it was much better to overestimate one, even if it was disappointing at times. They were like two pirates fighting it out with cutlasses over lord knows what. "Godspeed," Raikou told him, for luck. Her tone was light, but she was mentally preparing herself for the right frame of mind. It was his move. |
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| Oreyn | 29 Sep 2008, 01:07 AM Post #4 |
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Cathal watched the girl as he spoke, and something about her reaction made him want to laugh. Here he was trying to act like a badass and here she was smiling! Joking aside, he remained composed, allowing only a half-smile to break through his previously apathetic visage. He watched her hand slide down to the hilt of her blade, almost defensively. "Then at least 'ah know mah powers of deduction aren't rusty," he said jokingly, his right hand moving to the hilt of Alarune. He drew her slowly, his eyes glancing over the blade once before taking an offensive stance. He wasn't used to starting things off one-handed, but this girl made him curious. Such an auspicious setting for them.. he wanted to test her. Hopefully she'd make this fight interesting, befitting two swordsmen fighting at sunset. "Aye." With that, he tensed his legs, his eyes narrowing on his opponent. In an instant he began a swift charge, quickly closing the gap he left but moments ago, before swinging his blade at her left side. |
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| DarknessReigns | 29 Sep 2008, 01:18 AM Post #5 |
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(I'm listening to El Tango De Roxanne. It really fuels my mood. XD) Raikou gave a smile to him, as well as another nod, but it wasn't a foolish grin like it was earlier. It was a halfhearted smile, and the girl began to crouch ever so slightly, watching his hands and feet every now and then, but it was his eyes that she kept watch for any hint of what he'd do, whether it be spring out at her or keep to defense. She pursed her lips, waiting. The sunset always calmed her, but now didn't seem like a good time for that. In a single motion the distance between them closed as he went for her left. Thankfully, she was right handed. She brought Ah out of her sheath and deflected the blow, quickly rolling out of the way. There were a few gaps in the wooden dock, and it was easier to roll than to risk a false step. As she stood, her right hand began sweeping the dock as she aimed low, right above the man's ankles. |
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| Oreyn | 29 Sep 2008, 01:34 AM Post #6 |
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((Watching PoTC and listening to heavy metal interspersed, so I'm fueled quite nicely. xD )) He watched as his blow was deflected with yet another blow, and the girl quickly and deftly moving out from in front of him. A grin flashed on his lips; this girl would be a fun opponent all right. By the looks of it, she fought like he did, and fighting a mirror always presented interesting, albeit challenging fights. He quickly spun around, catching sight of her mid-swing, aiming around his ankles. Using the bit of momentum he had, he jumped back a foot or so, but not before receiving a cut to the "decorative" fabric bound to his waist. Better that than a foot, he thought. "Not bad, lassie. Ya' remind me of mahself 'uh bit," he remarked. With that, he slid his feet forward, not enough to move forward, but to give himself a better brace to jump from. He pushed off hard, lunging at the girl once more. He directed his force downward, hoping to limit the girl's range of movement, however slightly. |
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| DarknessReigns | 30 Sep 2008, 12:50 AM Post #7 |
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((Excellent. XD)) Raikou bit her lip, trying to hide a smirk, but it gave way when he spoke to her. Strange, even his lingo was somewhat old fashioned. This would be an interesting fight indeed. Before she could reply, he stepped forward. She mentally cursed. Behind her there was dark water, and he blocked her front. Raikou'd have to somehow manage to sneak past him or move sideways. She took a breath and feigned a parry to his left side, quickly bringing her sword back and side stepping a bit to her right, so she wasn't pinned. "You're quite an interesting fighter yourself, sir," Raikou couldn't help but to comment slyly, her left hand itching for Un, her other sword, but until they were both needed, she'd make do with one. It seemed highly unnecessary to show off her skills at the beginning of the battle. Perhaps she'd get lucky and he'd underestimate her. Raikou tensed, both hands gripping Ah, waiting for any hint of attack. |
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| Oreyn | 30 Sep 2008, 01:07 AM Post #8 |
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(( xD )) Cathal watched her movements, not surprised by her movements but impressed by her use of area. She was using her head even when he was playing around, though even still he couldn't gauge her full potential. He saw that she, too, had another blade stashed away, probably waiting for him to draw Fenris before drawing her own blade. He paced around her slowly, giving him enough space behind to move back. He wanted a bit of space before cooking with gas. "Well, thank yae' miss," he said with a grin, watching her body language. He saw her body was tense, and she seemed eager to get this fight going for real, instead of just playing cat-and-mouse as they had been. He felt the same way, and she could probably see it, too. His left hand slid to the hilt of Fenris, his digits wrapping firmly around its grip before unsheathing it elegantly and bringing it to bear at his left side, doing the same with Alarune. "Well, 'nough playin' 'round, 'ah think. Oh, and miss, I think you should know... Ahm' left-handed." He ended his statement with a coy grin, bringing both his weapons forward before charging at her. |
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| DarknessReigns | 30 Sep 2008, 01:36 AM Post #9 |
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Raikou took a sharp breath in as two blades suddenly rushed towards her. Idiot! she told herself harshly. Just in time, she raised Ah sharply, deflecting one of his blades as she twisted out of the other one's way. There was the sound of ripping fabric to accompany the splashing water, and she felt a sting in her side. It was a cut, nothing fatal that could slow her down. That was good. Raikou stepped back, drawing her other sword, Un, gracefully. She smiled at the man across from her and put her two swords together in the form of a cross. The sound of scraping steel and the sunlight reflecting off it sure added a dramatic effect, and she couldn't help but smirk. "I'm right handed m'self, but it's kind of you to inform me of that," Raikou grinned wildly, the blood beginning to speed up through her veins. Adrenaline would come later, when there were no pauses, no more talk, but for now it was still a warm up. Or rather... "I have enjoyed our little slow dance, but I think it's about time we speed up the tempo." She lunged towards him, her swords rushing up to his sides. |
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| Oreyn | 30 Sep 2008, 02:51 AM Post #10 |
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A smirk crossed Cathal's lips as, once more, his opponent managed to barely parry his strikes. Well, one of them, at least. As she pulled back, he did the same, noticing a small trace of blood upon Fenris. So I drew blood, eh? he thought, chuckling to himself softly. He twirled his blades in his hands, flicking the blood onto the wood. He watched as she finally drew her second blade, taking a dramatic pose with her swords and the light of the sunset behind her. He gave a bit of a whistle at it. Not half-bad looking, if he had to say. Though fancy poses wouldn't win this fight; they didn't hurt, though. "Just thought 'ahd let 'ya know. Even if 'ahm 'uh gentleman, pullin' punches in 'uh fight just ain't fun, y'know?" He gave her a half-smirk, taking a defensive pose. He could feel his muscles tensing, his body almost acting on instinct more than anything else. He listened to her final remark before her charge, about "speeding up the tempo". He'd like to see how fast she could go. He saw her lunge at him, but was more focused on her blades. A bit of a pincer move, huh? How quaint. His blades went out on opposite sides, each one clashing with an opposing blade. For a moment, it felt more like a shoving match than a sword fight, and from what he felt, he would win. Not by much, mind you - strength wasn't his strong point - but just enough. He pushed forward on her, launching his left knee swiftly at her abdomen. |
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| DarknessReigns | 2 Oct 2008, 01:03 AM Post #11 |
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The pale girl felt the vibrations as the swords collided, but her hands held steady and she didn't pause. Her swords, as well as her, were pushed backwards, outmatched by strength. A slight disadvantage - she'd never been a strong one... when it came to arm strength. Crimson eyes caught the swift motion of his knee rushing towards her gut, and she backed away in the nick of time. The first tiny beads of perspiration were upon her face. "Well that's good," she commented dryly," for only a fool would use fists in a sword fight." With that, she spun her left sword around her wrist, not only to be flashy, but her hands were beginning to sweat and her grip was becoming loose. She caught the handle firmly and dashed towards him, her sword beginning to swing in a horizontal motion, aiming for his chest area. |
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| Oreyn | 2 Oct 2008, 01:23 AM Post #12 |
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He watched as she pulled back from his knee-blow, and he could see the constant movement was taking its toll on her strength, if only a little. While he wasn't beginning to sweat as much as she was, he was beginning to feel the effects of the exhaustion and adrenaline. His hands were beginning to get sweaty, forcing him to tighten his grip to keep some kind of equilibrium. At this rate, they'd end this fight in a draw from exhaustion instead of any serious blows. While he didn't want to lose, he didn't want to have to scar a lady if he could help it. He watched as, in one quick motion she re-directed most of her momentum into a quick forward strike. His feet moved back, but his body didn't seem to follow along as quickly; following the flash of steel came a long line of blood, from the center of his chest to his right side. Thankfully the wound wasn't that deep, but it bled long and slowly, and it stung to move his right arm. He landed hard a few feet back, a small snarl on his face from the pain. It was a damn annoyance! But he saw what he believed to be an opening, his opponent probably having to take a second to recover from the forward motion. He lunged forward, aiming low with Fenris, his right hand balled tightly around the hilt of Alarune, the stinging pain of his wound acting as a fuel for him. Following the swing of Fenris, he launched Alarune forward, using the guard as a brass knuckle of sorts to strengthen his punch. |
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| DarknessReigns | 2 Oct 2008, 01:52 AM Post #13 |
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Un connected! The realization of that sparked and faded quickly, the heat of the battle beginning to get to her. Raikou was vaguely aware of her collar beginning to get wet. Her crimson eyes were almost the same color as the liquid that leaked through his shirt, and it looked like part of his arm. She couldn't be sure, no time to spare details in a sword fight. One blow and she could be done for, though he obviously wasn't a ruthless man. He flew backwards, scowling either at her or the fact that she landed a good blow on him first. Still, this was no time to get cocky. Raikou's eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't read his eyes; she was unsure of what he'd do next. Usually, you could see what a swordsman was about to do by his stance. She caught herself, but the momentum made her stagger forward once with her other foot before she came to a full stop. Raikou frowned as his grip on one of his swords changed. What kind of slash is th- The girl felt a strong pain to her gut as the wind got knocked out of her. Pain stinging her eyes, Ah, in her left hand went forward randomly, without any position, just the need to connect to skin as Raikou coughed and staggered backwards. That's when the fit came on. It started with a few sick sounding coughs, the kind children get when they get colds, but bloomed into hacking as she found herself falling to one knee, her eyes closed and tears on her lashes. Her hair was around her face, but when Raikou opened her eyes, the dark liquid was quite visible on the plank, despite the growing darkness. She stood up, wiped her mouth on her shoulder, and adjusted her grip. The real fight had finally begun. |
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| Oreyn | 2 Oct 2008, 02:20 AM Post #14 |
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A smirk crossed Cathal's lips as he felt his fist connect with his opponent. He saw her reel back, the damage dealt to her obvious. If he didn't cause some kind of internal bleeding or bone-breakage, he was sure that spot would at least be bruised as hell. "Ye' said only 'uh fool uses fists in 'uh fight," he said mockingly, slowly rising to his feet, "but ye' wouldn't be tha' first tae' call me one, lassie." His smirk now turned into a grin, he slowly began to set himself up again for battle, but his body was beginning to get a bit heavy. He could feel the loss of strength in his arms and legs, but with the blow he just dealt her, he might just have the advantage. That was, until her blade launched haphazardly forward. He reacted, but not quickly enough to avoid complete injury. Before he could fully stand, her sword had launched across his right shoulder, leaving a rather nice wound there. He pushed her sword out of him with the last of his strength in his right arm, the grip on Alarune greatly weakened. He slid back, sticking Fenris into a plank and using it as a brace. He reached down, ripping some cloth from his waist and tying up a makeshift tourniquet for his shoulder. He wouldn't be able to use Alarune effectively now, but he could still make use of his right arm, however slightly. "Alright lassie. Before yae' said ye' wanted tae' speed up tha' tempo. Well, no more games, no more foolin' 'round. I think it's time 'ah show yuh' why they call me 'Tulwar'." In an instant, the happy-go-lucky expression he wore all but faded, and as the mask fell, anyone watching him could see there was a drastic change in him. His brilliant eyes became cold and hard, and an almost serpent-like smirk crossed his lips. He ripped Fenris from the plank that held it, twirling it around in a flashy manner. It cut the wind like a warm knife through butter, and to one listening closely, what sounded like the faint howl of a wolf could be made out from the whistling blade. He stopped his fancy sword movements all at once, taking a somewhat odd sword stance: his sword held forward above his head, his right hand outward with palm exposed. It was a stance he had picked up from a swordsman from the east, and it proved to be pretty damn deadly. Now that the games had ended, he'd get to see just how deadly his adaptation was. "Let's do this, lassie." ((He's super serial!)) |
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| DarknessReigns | 2 Oct 2008, 09:31 PM Post #15 |
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((My thoughts on each paragraph: Psh, he so does not have an advantage. Bwahahaha, take that. Wolves! I love wolves! ...holy f---!  Scary.))Raikou made a 'tsk' sound, smirked slightly and cracked her neck. Perhaps it isn't so foolish to use a knuckles where steel is involved, she thought to herself, grimacing at the coppery taste. The teen saw the change in his appearance. His back was to the sun, and the darkness only made him slightly more intimidating. But that sure as hell didn't mean she'd back down. She had the urge to gulp, or perhaps spit at the horrible taste in her mouth, but there was a whistling sound as his sword whipped around rapidly, in a deadly fashion, and he took on a new stance. Her throat had gone dry. Taking a deep breath, Raikou twirled around both her swords, grabbing the hilts quickly and slashing them at the air. The blood on them hit the walkway with small splats. It wouldn't be long until it got dark, and although you couldn't see any details, it was still easy enough to see him in the receding day light. Raikou couldn't fight the taste anymore and spat, glaring at her opponent. This match already proved to be more challenging than she'd anticipated. Her crimson eyes darkened and she crouched, her swords ready. "Bring it." Suddenly, a thought crossed Raikou's mind. The wooden pier was roughly three yards wide, as well as there being holes and uneven planks. She took a breath, turned, and began running. For a moment, it would seem as if she were fleeing, but she turned and jumped onto a large schooner-like boat. The deck was clean, not much except a few ropes lying around. The sail was up, giving ample room to move. There was a slight bit of swaying, thanks to the waves, but it'd be much easier to fight here instead of on the dock. -- Oy, I'm changing her appearance for the upcoming tournament. I'm hoping to get this match done with before it starts (though, no rush, I'm sort of planning an ending) just to say that she's familiar with your charrie (if you join) and to gain some experience. In this battle, she's a red head, and her bangs sweep down her face so that you can't see her left eye, and it goes down to midback. Although I might be using that information more than you, right now.
Edited by DarknessReigns, 2 Oct 2008, 11:01 PM.
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| Oreyn | 3 Oct 2008, 01:33 AM Post #16 |
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((My thoughts to your thoughts: Shut up, let the poor guy think it. ): It's so much fun getting hurt in the process of hurting. Mhm~ He's super serial. He's gonna go Manbearpig on Raikou. xD)) Cathal kept his stance, slowing his breathing and trying to reserve the strength he had left. He could feel this fight was beginning to reach the climax, and he had to keep as much energy as he could until then. His body was still tense, but that was more instinct than anything else. Years of fighting will do that to you; turn your body into an auto-pilot fighting machine, moving and acting - not always with the mind following and directing. He watched his opponent clean her blades with a series of quick swings, then preparing herself after relaxing her body and haching a quick one. He saw a cold resolve in her eyes, and he could tell she was ready to end this as he was. He wasn't sure which way this fight would go now; anybody could win this. He just had to make sure he was the one to do it. He tensed the muscles in his legs, preparing to run as soon as she began her strike. That was, of course, until she began running. That was when the sight of a vessel caught his attention. It was clean from what he could see, with a relatively open space to make fighting easier. He scoffed mentally at her sudden desire to change their arena locale. Not a fan of docks, eh? He wouldn't let her slip away. Not this easily. He released all the tension in his legs in one explosive bursts, dashing towards the vessel with surprising speed. Before he reached the end of his rope, he quickly changed his direction; jumping onto one of the tall, flat poles supporting the dock, he lowered himself, releasing yet another explosive burst of adrenaline in the form of a strong push-off jump. "You're not getting away!!" he yelled, bringing Fenris above his head with both his hands. Time seemed to slow for an instant as he began to descend upon the boat. He felt the cool sea air wash against his face and skin. It felt good. He could hear the calls of gulls far-off. He found this odd moment of zen refreshing, if only a little out of place. Time seemed to return to normal speed, and he dropped hard onto the deck, bringing his sword onto his opponent while roaring a blood-curdling war cry. ----------------- The Immortal tournament? Yeah, I'm probably gonna join that with Cathal. By the way it's going, this match should be done within 10 or so posts - probably less than that though - unless one of us drags it out. But yeah, I'll probably be using some information here, too, to enhance Cathal. Still wish I could think of a way to re-design Fenris to make it seem less.. blah, in appearance. xD And yeah, you're right in that you're using her appearance more than I am. She didn't give Cathal much of a chance to hit on her, so. xD; |
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| DarknessReigns | 6 Oct 2008, 01:57 AM Post #17 |
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True, true. If I do join that tournament, if we somehow encounter each other again, we'll give them more time. Raikou can just be so stubborn when it comes to fighting. -- Raikou winced upon her landing. Her stomach hurt like hell, she wanted to puke, she wanted to cry, she wanted to curl up in her warm fuzzy blankets at home and drink Jasmine tea and go to sleep halfway through a fantasy novel. But now wasn't the time. Her mind craved a victory, but her body couldn't take this abuse for much longer. She'd probably fall asleep on this boat if she even sat down, it was best to take the pain. Embrace the pain, welcome it, and focus directly on it's center. At first, there were the dull sounds of fast paced footsteps across the wooden dock, then onto the boat. She was ready for him. Or so she thought. That was before an earsplitting war cry broke the sounds of nature. Her crimson eyes flashed darkly and Ah and Un both raised up to protect her from the blow from above. She lost her concentration, and a wave of pain hit her. She was pushed to her knees by his short flight, her arms shaking violently. There was an acid taste creeping up in her mouth. She almost closed her eyes, but they were trained on the intersection of the three blades. Raikou couldn't decide what to do. She could shove his blade away and continue the sword fight, but her body couldn't do that. Only one hit and she was nearly ready to give up. Even if her body could last, this was a sword fight she couldn't win. ...unless she changed it to something other than that. With a sudden burst of renewed effort, she growled, shoving his sword up and away. Ah, in her right hand, turned away from him, and Raikou bent her elbow, preparing to ram it into his gut as she jumped towards him, hoping the momentum would help. |
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| Oreyn | 6 Oct 2008, 02:42 AM Post #18 |
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Mhm. xD --------- Cathal landed hard on his opponent, his steel clashing hard with hers. He could feel the weakness in her body, and could tell this fight was over soon. A confident grin flashed across his face, the cold seriousness of his eyes growing even sharper with his believed victory. He pushed down harder, watching her fall onto one knee. "Looks like this is tha' end, lassie," he said with a soft chuckle following his words. Victory seemed assured. That was, until her sudden burst of strength. He reeled back a few feet, his eyes a bit wide with surprise. She still had this much strength, huh? His mind began racing, both with excitement and self-scolding at his carelessness with the matter. He brought his sword up defensively, only regaining partial composure, only to notice a familiar tactic being employed against him: he saw her figure lunging towards him, her fist prepared to connect with his stomach as he did to her. He tried to pull himself back, to move himself out of her reach, but his lack of composure and building fatigue turned his agile backstep into a backwards fumble. He fell hard onto his back, knocking the air left in him, out of him. His feet flew hard into the air, kicking up some ropes that were around his feet into the air with them. He raised his head slowly, barely keeping his eyes open to see what had happened. He slowly raised Fenris to bear, but with his position it looked like it might've just lost this battle due to clumsiness. His vision was getting fuzzy, and he couldn't exactly make out what had happened to his opponent. |
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| DarknessReigns | 6 Oct 2008, 10:23 PM Post #19 |
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Yes! Raikou silently rejoiced, but her body wouldn't let her give up that easily. He stumbled back and fell ungracefully. She gripped her blades tightly and prepared to strike, but a tangle of ropes wrapped themselves around her arm and sword before her chance was up. No! Raikou's legs felt like mush. Her knees suddenly gave out on her, but she turned a useless fall into a roll that put her behind the man. There was a new wave of pain from her gut, and her shirt got new red stains on the front and she gasped. Her right side, the one not trapped by rope, swung into a graceful arch above her head, but she stopped inches away from his face. The teenager sat for a few moments, trying hard to just keep her sword from wavering and slicing his face. Honestly, he wasn't half bad. Sweat rolled down her face, and her focus kept swimming in and out. Suddenly, she laughed, stood up, and stumbled back until she felt something behind her, where she slid down once more. "Sir you are a wonderful opponent," Raikou smiled, despite the gnawing pain in her gut. Her eyes teared up a bit as she coughed into her elbow, crimson stains and a copper taste coming up. "If you have any more strength to fight, then I do envy you." She was happy that she won, but a small part of her told her that it wasn't just her skill. A lot of that was luck. Still her teen ego needed a bit more fire, and she didn't want to fully believe that. |
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| Oreyn | 6 Oct 2008, 10:37 PM Post #20 |
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Slowly Cathal's vision cleared - well, cleared enough to make things out - only to see his opponent hovering above, her sword pressed against his. He could see she was as weak as he was, and this fight was probably over. His opponent won - or at least it looked that way - and for the first time in ages, he had lost. Oh, the humanity of it all. He slowly rose to his feet, digging Fenris into the wood of the deck and using it at a brace to heave his mass upright. He saw his opponent slumped against a wall, laughing and probably gloating over her victory mentally. Well, win some, lost some, he mused. He lurched his way over, sitting next to her with a hard thud on the way down. He kept Fenris in-hand in case he needed it for whatever purpose. His face and body was covered with sweat, and almost all strength had faded from his body. He could probably keep on fighting, but doing so would probably break some part of him - knowing his luck this day, it'd be something important - so he simply left it at that. "Yer' not half-bad yer'self, lassie," he said with a chuckle, resting his head against the hard wood wall. He heard her gurgle and spew up a bit more blood, his wounds getting the best of her, it seemed. "'Ah do have tha' strength 'ta keep goin', but 'ah think it'd be best tae' let 'ya have the win this day," he said with a grin. With that, he ended his night on a boat, headed for God knows where with a young girl in a blanket of stars. Joy. |
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