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Post by Kalor on Dec 18, 2007 15:57:33 GMT -5
Jaymes stood in the sand of the arena eyeing the crowd, who would face him. Who dared think that they could beat Lord Marshall Jaymes Brand the Crippled Warrior in one on one combat. He shift his weight to his good leg and drew his famous broadsword, and let the holy fire engulf it. Who would indeed challenge him.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 9, 2008 23:51:02 GMT -5
A roar of rage erupted from one of the corridors leading into the arena. "RELEASE ME!" The Old Fur was lead into the arena, bound by ropes. Jonok was angry, brought against his will. It was quite obvious he had not been treated well, he only wore sack cloth pants. There were cuts across his back and bruises on his chest and stomach. The announcer laughed. "Ah, looks like we have a willing volunteer." Fire flashed in Jonok's eye. "You can force me to go down there, but you cannot force me to fight." The announcer laughed again. "You're right about part of that statement, but not the latter half. SUMMONERS!" Two of the summoners in their black hoods and cloaks seemed to appear beside Jonok and each placed a hand on his shoulders. His face twisted into a wince of pain. The two summoners forced him to his knees. His whole body went limp. "You will not, but your other half will." Jonok's fur darkened until it was a dark as a void. He stood up and opened his eye. Without Jonok, Konoj was an uncontrollable demon. One of the summoners drew Frostwater, Jonok's sword, from under his robes and threw it into the arena. It landed point first and stuck in the ground. Konoj jumped over the railing, rolling as he landed. He stopped in a crouching position next to Frostwater. He reached over and pulled the freezing blade from the ground. Konoj took up a stance, preparing for a fight.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 14, 2008 21:18:48 GMT -5
Jayme's sword, twitched slightly. His face betrayed no emotion.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 15, 2008 15:57:08 GMT -5
Konoj slowly began to circle the human, his expression showing an eagerness to fight. He eyed the human up and down, summing him up. He appeared to be a warrior who had seen many battles and slain many enemies. He would know sword play. Konoj relaxed his stance and took to just walking around his opponent. Now that he stood at his full hight as he walked instead of the crouched ready position, he saw how much shorter the human was than he.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 16:36:26 GMT -5
Jaymes raised an eyebrow quizzically.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 15, 2008 17:01:56 GMT -5
(You know what... I hate you and your little none discript posts and your 'won't strike first' characters... Course if you weren't like that then you wouldn't be you... so I guess I don't hate ya.)
Konoj stopped circling were he had started. He slowly took up his stance again. He stood, staring at the human. Then in a sudden blur of motion he lunged forward, swinging Frostwater at his target.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 20:44:55 GMT -5
(It's very descriptive, he literally is standing there not moving.)
The crippled warrior simply smiled and pivoted on his good leg while parrying with his holy blade. "You cannot fight me and win..."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 15, 2008 21:51:18 GMT -5
(*sigh*)
Konoj brought his sword back around, pointing it at the human as he took several steps back. "Fine, best me if you can. I'd rather die in battle then fade away with the sands of time. Besides..." he laughed, "if you kill me, they will take you, and treat you as they have treated me..." His voice dropped to a whisper, "Pray to whatever you believe in that they do not take you. It is torture." He was debating using his orb, but he was weak. Using magic would weaken him further. And besides, he was unsure if the dampening field they had used on him was still in place. He slowly began to swing his blade around, holding it loosely. He slowly walked forward. Just before he was within striking distance of the Kalorian's sword, he lurched forward swinging his blade in a low arch toward the human's left leg.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 15, 2008 23:14:26 GMT -5
(I never said what leg is his bad one...hmm left one!)
Jaymes wasn't going to be able to dodge this one, his left leg, the one left crippled during his time as a captive wouldn't allow it. His sword, currently returning to a ready position nimbly inserted itself in between the oncoming blade and his thigh. Thrusting high the two blade crackled with energy as the shot upwards.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 17, 2008 20:59:00 GMT -5
As Konoj felt his blade being forced up, he let go with his right hand and pulled it back into a fist and let his sword move with it's momentum in his left hand. When their arms had moved out of his way, he swung his fist at the human's head.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 17, 2008 23:21:25 GMT -5
Jaymes ducked left, then weaved his body to the right, and used the momentum to bring his blade sliding downwards, intending to make a dent in Konoj's head.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 17, 2008 23:39:12 GMT -5
(That'd be tough cause Konoj is around two feet taller than Jaymes, but who cares?)
Konoj, though a skilled swordsman, was not to crafty with a blade in his left hand and was barely able to bring up his blade into the path of the human's counter counter counter attack. He wasn't able to block the blow, but he was able to deflect it. The tip of the blade cut Konoj's right arm*, just above the elbow. The cut was deep and painful, but not deep enough to render the limb unusable.
* - If I understand the mechanics of your last move this is correct.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 21, 2008 23:18:45 GMT -5
Jaymes took a step backwards. "First blood..." He said absentmindedly. He took another halting step back, shifting his weight to his good leg. He lowered his sword to a low guard and took a deep steadying breath.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 25, 2008 20:48:05 GMT -5
Konoj started taking steps backward. He laid the flat side of Frostwater across the wound and numbed it with the cold. He then lifted his free hand, channeling energy into his orb. Small flakes of ice began to form. They began to grow and become more solid. Soon they had all formed into ice shards, hundreds of them. They floated for a moment, all their points aimed at the human. Konoj suddenly lurched forward, and all the shards shot forward.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 11, 2008 21:14:05 GMT -5
Jaymes summoned a shield around him, a shield of holy burning fire. The shard simply disappeared as the hit the shield. "You need to do better than that, my foe."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 12, 2008 0:12:52 GMT -5
Konoj sagged slightly from the lose of energy. "You speak smug words human. But you forget you fight a body that has been imprisoned for weeks, and I ... I have been imprisoned for much longer." He stood, his chest heaving. Clouds began to form overhead. They darkened quickly. It began to drizzle at first, but within seconds the drizzle had become a down pour. The floor of the arena turned to slick mud. Konoj slowly lifted his arms out to his sides as he looked skyward. Blinking his eye as water hit it. "Ah... rain... the giver of life..." His gaze lowered to the human standing across from him. His arms lowered to his sides. With slow determined steps, he walked toward the Kalorian. As he walked, as second blade formed in his off hand, a blade made of ice formed by his orb. The ice was as strong as any steel. He stopped a short distance, just out of striking range. With a slight bow of his head he said, "Kalvanati, and may you strike me down with grace." He readied the blades as the rain fell upon him. His fur was soaked and heavy.
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Post by Kalor on Feb 12, 2008 20:46:19 GMT -5
Plink....plink....plink...plinkplinkplinkplinkplinkplinkplinkplink
The rain struck Jaymes' armor, he sighed "Rain can take life as well, it is a doubled edged sword, as are most things..." Jaymes readied his own blade, he wasn't going to risk attacking Konoj in this much, his gimp leg was to much of a liability. Instead he ignited his sword in a brilliant golden fire. "Let's see if that pretty little sword of yours can handle my fire..."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Feb 15, 2008 19:40:49 GMT -5
"Let us dance this dance of death with a double dose of daily deadliness." He swung Frostwater down from his right and thrusted his ice blade from the left...
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Post by Kalor on Feb 18, 2008 20:43:00 GMT -5
Jaymes twisted and allowed Frostwater to skim off his plate armor and whipped his fiery sword at the ice sword. The two struck in an explosion of sparks and steam.
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