★ { tourney 2k18 } ROUND ONE - Chalcanthite

[Sleet Tempest Snape]

Fights should never drag out this long, they should be quick and over with. But this was dragging out, too long, and he had been trying to hit hard but he kept failing, for whatever reason he wasn't as fast or as strong as he was trying to be...as he thought he was.

The next arrow to lodge itself into his side, dangerously close to the other one, sent him again staggering back. In fact he took a knee for a moment to try and breath and apply some gentle pressure around the arrow head. The shaft was, like the last one, snapped short. For a moment he almost laughed, as he had mentally compared himself to one of those bulls being stabbed at by a matador or some harpooned sea animal. Morbid to some, perhaps, but his lips twitched several times as he stood himself up slowly. His weapon picked up off the ground he held it one good hand. His good side, the one not currently occupied by two arrow heads and short shafts, took most of his body weight as he shifted his weight about.

His weapon was good in a few ways...and this was one he didn't do much but...adjusting where he gripped his weapon he launched it like a harpoon, or a spear, at the other. Putting whatever force he could behind the throw. It was rare he did this, letting his weapon go so easily, but he couldn't risk getting in close again and having one of the arrows hit and pushed in deeper. He was already having issues keeping his balance, and keeping on his feet, he was really feeling it and was forcing himself to keep up right. His legs shook and his knees nearly buckled under his slight weight.


HP: 6/40[/size  

[Sleet Tempest Snape]

Damn it, he'd missed. He could summon his weapon back to himself, and he would have, but it seemed the other General had something in mind for his weapon...and he was curious. The weight was different and the weapon in general was very different from a bow and arrow. Aim was a thing, yes, but this wasn't a string and weapon this was launching the weapon with force and height to get it to it's destination...very different.

Instead of throwing it at him though Chalcanthite had come in to try and sweep him with his own weapon. Back stepping, as quickly as he could, he shook his head. Summoning his weapon from the others hand he too kit into both of his own hands. Stepping back, just enough to give himself the needed distance, he made to slam the bottom at one of the others knees.

"If you want lessons....in a spear...I'll help later." Might as well offer. Who knows if in a big battle it might come in handy.

HP: 6/40  

[Sleet Tempest Snape]

He knew he was nearing the end of what he could handle right now, he could feel it, it was like pushing something to move that didn't want to. Forcing himself to keep moving, to keep fighting, due to sheer force of will and want. He didn't like the idea of just giving up so he was going to keep trying.

Biting down on his bottom lip, to keep from making a sound as the second arrow moved deeper, the ashen blond could feel the blood dripping under his uniform. Blood stained the layers of fabric he wore and caused that unpleasant stuck to you wet fabric feel, the same as if you went out into the rain in just a t-shirt.

With his energy, and strength, flagging and his ability to keep standing wavering he made one last ditch effort to stab at the other with his weapon. At least he heard the others answer to his offer, that was something they'd discuss later...not now.

Feeling his legs shake and with his vision starting get blurry he shook his head once, blinking rapidly.


HP: 2/40  

[Sleet Tempest Snape]

The dull end of his weapon, thankfully, hit him in the side and pressed in against the arrowheads already lodged into his side. Ducking his head, to hide his own reaction to the pain which laced through him, he shook as he stood there. He'd lost and he knew it, he couldn't keep up this fight. There was a weapon he liked having a ranged weapon rather than close in, it gave an advantage and kept a fight from getting too physical. It allowed damage to be dealt with less taken...and in this match the other was far more ranged than he was.

He'd have to learn to fight against such a weapon better, while also showing the other how to use a spear. It was all a part of getting better, and that was something which never ended.

Lifting his head, slowly, he let his legs give out as he landed on the ground harshly. Landing on his a** and leaning towards his good side. Shaking fingers moved to the injuries to feel around gently, being sure not to apply too much pressure.

"Would if I could." He answered in a whispered voice. But he held his own hand up, watching it shake, as if to show the other how impossible standing would be for him. "No pain killers...maybe a starseed..." He added after a few moments. He didn't like painkillers, not the prescription ones they likely had in the hospital area down here. They tended, with his small form, knock him out or make him sick and dizzy.  

[kuropeco]

There were medical aid stations set up around the fighting ring, along with bottles of water and snacks to keep up stamina and nutrition. Aurostibite stepped over, waving a red flag.

"Round one, complete," he said. "Congratulations, Chalcanthite; General Benitoite, we'll get you patched up immediately."

Sleet Tempest Snape

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