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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:55 pm
((You assume correctly m'friend.))
...What?
Maximos' head cocked to the side, the light sheening off his glasses even as he slid them up the bridge of his nose.
Really though, what? So much of this made so little sense, and yet not nearly enough to take sense away from what mattered most, and that was the fight at hand.
You see, his opponent used a scythe. And as a Reaper the scythe had more meaning to Maximos than another simple weapon, and more importance than it did to say...farmers, who first invented the tool.
Dont come at me with that unless you know how to use it.
He lifted his right arm, pointing the jet black long sword at the oncoming "freak", and said, still smiling though with a thread of serious laced in between his words.
I could take it personally.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:49 pm
Quote to help avoid confusion between posts as a just in case ((You assume correctly m'friend.)) ...What?Maximos' head cocked to the side, the light sheening off his glasses even as he slid them up the bridge of his nose. Really though, what? So much of this made so little sense, and yet not nearly enough to take sense away from what mattered most, and that was the fight at hand. You see, his opponent used a scythe. And as a Reaper the scythe had more meaning to Maximos than another simple weapon, and more importance than it did to say...farmers, who first invented the tool. Dont come at me with that unless you know how to use it. He lifted his right arm, pointing the jet black long sword at the oncoming "freak", and said, still smiling though with a thread of serious laced in between his words. I could take it personally."So personally piss off ya p***y." Not exactly a tongue-twister, but still an attempt at an insult. Obviously, Dorkuto needed to works on his insults better. Since Maximos was seemingly gonna stand there ready for whatever the herm was gonna throw at him, he stopped at near melee range ( he would have to stretch out his scythe as far as possible to touch Maximos' body ) and the attack came from his mouth. In the form of spit, coming at Maximos' face. Was Dorkuto really treating this seriously?
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 5:49 am
As the shadow hit his foot the elf started to topple, eyes locking onto the blades coming for his leg. The bow was released, left to land on the ground next to him, as both his hands grabbed a hold of Maximos' wrists. He had stopped the blades, though he still fell onto his back. In one of those throw-type things that people do, Ruuvan pushed harder with his right leg and pulled Maximos over him, letting go as he was hopefully lifted off the ground and flung behind the elf.
If all went to plan he would snatch up his bow and return to his feet, facing Maximos.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:36 pm
Ahh.
His opponent stopped "charging" and began talking. Clearly the sort of individual quick to threaten a swing, but not nearly as quick to launch one. He was likely afraid. A shame.
It didnt matter. Maximos didnt listen to his words, nor give did he give him a chance to finish them. Instead he stomped forward, thrusting his right arm forth, turning the gesture of his sword into a stern thrust for his targets midsection. It clearly aimed to run the man through, before any spit exited or landed anywhere.
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Only the positioning this time, would not give the elf nearly the opportunity this move gave him the last time. No, Maximos' body had impacted Ruuvan's foot, but his feet never left the ground. His wrists were grabbed, and while those pulled him downwards, unlike the last time Maximos had the time, and footing to cement himself.
Namely, by shoving his right foot forward onto the elf below him, and pulling back, allowing him to even himself out, unless of course Ruuvan released his wrists which would cause an entirely different kind of situation.
Either way, effectively breaking the centrifugal force needed for the attempted throw. Maximos would roll both of his wrists, either breaking the grasps or slicing the holding hands, and then simply stand in place. Standing on his opponent looking straight down and into his green eyes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 5:20 pm
Maximos was not budging, that much was apparent as he came to the ground, so that idea was gone. Ruuvan let go and arched his back, his right foot coming off the shadow and towards the ground at speed, impacting to allow the elf to flip himself back. His right clasped around the his bow, both his legs came off the ground, right then left, and aimed to deliver a clip of a kick to whichever part of Maximos was in the way as he performed the back flip.
Should all have gone to plan, his bow would be gripped and he would carry the momentum for another flip and turn to land him facing Maximos, ten or so feet put between them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 3:56 pm
Maximos Ahh. His opponent stopped "charging" and began talking. Clearly the sort of individual quick to threaten a swing, but not nearly as quick to launch one. He was likely afraid. A shame. It didnt matter. Maximos didnt listen to his words, nor give did he give him a chance to finish them. Instead he stomped forward, thrusting his right arm forth, turning the gesture of his sword into a stern thrust for his targets midsection. It clearly aimed to run the man through, before any spit exited or landed anywhere. Afraid? No. Quick to treaten, then quick to back off? No. Just plain not right in his head. As partially indicated upon sight of his actions by Maximos upon arrival. As for the thrust? There would be a slight problem with that. A clang of metal versus metal would be heard upon the sword hitting the staff portion of the scythe. Given the striking-manner of the thrust, the durability of the long sword would not be questioned yet. It wasn't even a quarter of a second before the collision the staff-end meeting the sword as to the staff being held in the previous position. (( Wasn't sure how to word this right. )) For the herm would shift the non-bladed end downward a bit to account for vertical positioning while swinging that end towards the center ( while the bladed-portion would move to Dorkuto's right to accomodate for change in position and keep the 'halfway point of the staff' near his body with foot moving behind it him a bit. ) to have the endpoint end its path in between the two combatants. There would be a good opportunity to strike from here depending upon the reaction. As for the sword, this strike was meant to call into question Maximos' grip on it. The staff-portion would hit the blade-portion of the sword and attempt to knock it out of Maximos' hand. If the staff-portion was a bit longer, then he would have gone for the hand itself for the disarm, but oh well. Given the thrusting was still happening, if it the defense-attack was successful the sword would go flying east-southeastish if Dorkuto was facing north.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 1:34 am
Ruuvan was as agile as ever. His only interruption coming during the flip kick. As the "part of Maximos" currently in the way of his foot. Was Maximos hand. A hand which grabbed the foot by the wrist halting the kick, while at the same motion, moving to jab a short blade straight through his ankle.
If it struck, it'd pierce at just about the same time the shortsword rattled against the stone floor.
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Hmmm.
Maximos made a wordless note of the mans defense. He blocked, but did not attack, a swipe to the side could have been joined in a fluid motion with a slash. But that spoke nothing of the character or skill of the person before him, only perhaps of his style, his way of fighting. By such one forms a strategy.
As his thrust was being knocked aside, Maximos was already in the motion of pulling it back to stance. He simply saw no point in leaving his arm extended, or rigid. It was because of that fluidity, he managed to keep grip of his blade, and rolled with the impact adapting so as to pull the sword back even as it was being shoved away, bringing his right hand down and to the right. A position from which it suddenly burst back into motion.
Then, in a fluid motion, he stepped forward. His right foot aimed to step on his opponents left foot, it was a multi-functional move. One, it may pin the foot and halt or hinder a proper retreat. Two, it would immediately warn Maximos to his opponents attempts at evading, as the foot would move before the body would. Simultaneously his left hand swung outwards, and with a smack aimed to land on the staff of the scythe, just above the strange creatures leading hand. A move meant to hold the scythe for the fraction of a second it would take for Maximos to bring his blade up and slash it across, along the length of the staff, aiming to clear off his opponents hands, either by removal, or by retreat.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 4:05 pm
Ruuvan's flip was halted, his right leg held in place as the short blade came for his ankle. His left foot was coming up; he swung it up faster, since he had Maximos' grip as a solid base, and kicked the short blade out of the way before it could stab his ankle. As his left foot cleared the dagger, he stopped it and stamped down (stamping horizontally) aiming for the shadow's exposed stomach - Max had one hand holding his foot and the other holding the dagger.
It had enough force, and hopefully a modicum of a surprise attack perhaps, to push Max back and finally allow Ruuvan to get back onto his feet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 1:59 am
Ruuvan Ruuvan's flip was halted, his right leg held in place as the short blade came for his ankle. His left foot was coming up; he swung it up faster, since he had Maximos' grip as a solid base, and kicked the short blade out of the way before it could stab his ankle. As his left foot cleared the dagger, he stopped it and stamped down (stamping horizontally) aiming for the shadow's exposed stomach - Max had one hand holding his foot and the other holding the dagger.
It had enough force, and hopefully a modicum of a surprise attack perhaps, to push Max back and finally allow Ruuvan to get back onto his feet. Success! At least as far as a kick to the hand. Ruuvan was lucky, most individuals do not aim to kick a hand with a blade, as it could easily just stab the offending foot. But Ruuvan managed it successfully, and the dagger spiraled into the air. Max wasted no time. The elf was in the middle of a flip. A back flip, and his leg was caught, his position was difficult at best. It also meant that Max, who had the ankle, had the control. With the dagger liberated from his hand, and twirling upwards into the sky, Max's free hand smacked on Ruuvan's leg, and together with the first it very diligently, very viciously, twisted to the right. Where the leg went the body must follow, if the ankle joint could handle the stress that is. Otherwise, they were in for a snap, and a broken ankle, added to Ruuvan's foot injuries beside, impaled foot.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 4:09 am
And as his foot was twisted, Ruuvan went with it. Flipping to mirror his previous position, now facing the floor as opposed to the sky, with his right leg still held. His left was still free, of course, and as he went with the twist his free leg swung around too, coming around and up heel first. His target was Maximos' jaw.
The hold was painful, and spinning with Maximos' twist was all that stopped his ankle from breaking, but he was still capable of fighting.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:53 pm
Maximos watched Ruuvan twirl. It seemed entirely too easy. A leg swipe? A sword toss, an arrow stab, a wide swing of the bow. Something could have been done.
And it was in that moment, looking down at his opponent that he realized something was being done. He could see Ruuvan, thusly see the other leg was moving up and around, with all the force that he was putting into it, by spinning it!
He smirked.
Tricksy.
He said, immediately flipping the caught leg upwards. Needless to say, he got a face full of dirt, as the elfs boot whooshed past his face, so close that if he puckered, he could have kissed it. Instead, as the sudden upwards motion lifted the left Maximos would step forward into the clear and launch a stern field goal-esque kick at the elf's torso. Being semi air borne Ruuvan likely wouldnt have the ability to dodge, but even blocked, the kick should have at least enough force to knock him on his back. It gave Maximos the time to reach upwards with his left, and snatch his dagger out of the air before it landed.
You never disappoint.
He continued, bending over to pick up the shortsword, twirl the dirt loose from it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 4:34 am
Being halfway through a flip definitely didn't give one the ability to dodge, but he could at least soften the blow.
Ruuvan knew he was going to be kicked, and he was ready for that pain. Of course letting Max kick without some buffering would lead to a couple of broken ribs no doubt. Moments before the kick came he lifted his left hand off the ground, leaning slightly on his right to maintain the center of balance, and placed his bracer in the path of the kick.
Punt
Ruuvan lifted off the ground, pain burning across his chest and forearm. Still, the lift was all he really needed to be able to complete his flip. His right hand was still planted next to the bow and snatched it up as he left the ground, his body twisting to land on his feet with his back facing Maximos. It was easy enough to turn around and face his adversary again.
As Max spoke, Ruuvan's hand was working around the base of his bow where the string had been cut earlier. Plant fibres turned into a bowstring, once a living organism. A brief channel of light magic, a slight glow around his hand on the bow, and the string twined itself back together around the break in an instant. He would not attack just yet, the two seemed to be having a pause. "Nor you, my friend." Ruu smiled briefly and bowed his head a fraction. This was combat, more like a spar, but the two of them were still friends.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:05 pm
Maximos Hmmm.Maximos made a wordless note of the mans defense. He blocked, but did not attack, a swipe to the side could have been joined in a fluid motion with a slash. But that spoke nothing of the character or skill of the person before him, only perhaps of his style, his way of fighting. By such one forms a strategy. As his thrust was being knocked aside, Maximos was already in the motion of pulling it back to stance. He simply saw no point in leaving his arm extended, or rigid. It was because of that fluidity, he managed to keep grip of his blade, and rolled with the impact adapting so as to pull the sword back even as it was being shoved away, bringing his right hand down and to the right. A position from which it suddenly burst back into motion. Then, in a fluid motion, he stepped forward. His right foot aimed to step on his opponents left foot, it was a multi-functional move. One, it may pin the foot and halt or hinder a proper retreat. Two, it would immediately warn Maximos to his opponents attempts at evading, as the foot would move before the body would. Simultaneously his left hand swung outwards, and with a smack aimed to land on the staff of the scythe, just above the strange creatures leading hand. A move meant to hold the scythe for the fraction of a second it would take for Maximos to bring his blade up and slash it across, along the length of the staff, aiming to clear off his opponents hands, either by removal, or by retreat. (( Sorry. Work has been hell. )) Foot stomp of doom into a slash and grab? Would he like fries with that? It didn't matter. Dorkuto's left foot slid back along the ground to avoid el stompo. Bodily-wise, except for moving a little backwardsm the positioning would be like a mirror to before. Or rather it will be. While the foot was sliding back, the staff-portion was whirled around in a similar fashion as before. End positioning would be the same as before except for it being mirrored. This would be with a minor difference, the staff was aimed with enough speed to parry the sword from near the bladed-endpoint and try to not it knock out of the way with hopes of testing Maximos' grip again, but it was also aligned so that the blade of the scythe would attempt slice at the grabbing hand mid-defense. Unless Maximos pulled back in time of course. It looked like Dorkuto was mixing defense, offense, and studying all in one deal.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:54 am
Did Ruuvan just heal his bow? It was a living thing. But he had actually taken advantage of that. A gloved left hand rose to pull down on the high collar covering Maximos' face.
Your learning.
Max said with a grin. Ruuvan had tried to assault him in melee with the weapon. Now he had healed it, and drawn it over his two swords. This was interesting, this was new.
The Shadow slid his right foot back, his left foot leading. He slid the short sword back in its sheath, and from his back drew the black longsword that was Ankokuko. Dagger in his left held in reverse, long sword in his right held ordinary.
He made a waving motion with the left.
Show me.
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(( No problem, I fully understand. biggrin ))
Mhmm.
He said, as his foot hit the ground and cemented his stance. He'd stolen ground, his opponent retreating a step as he advanced his foot. This told him worlds about what and who he was fighting, and how the creature fought. But his form did not follow his foot. He stood as such, his leg somewhat forward, his body as it was.
It was the oddest thing. Even before the defense was fully executed, Maximos was pulling back his sword, and his arm simply halted in place and moved back to adjust his glasses up the bridge of his nose. This avoided a cut, strangely while it seemed his sword could simply have avoided any damage and followed through with the motion again, it did not. Maximos directly turned it to meet his opponents, blade edge for blade edge and put way more force than necessary into a push back. One bound to fail as his opponent had all the leverage.
There was a scraping sound and the scythe cut clean through the black sword about a foot up from the hilt. Maximos seemed entirely unsurprised.
I understand.
His left hand fell at his side. His right dropped his broken sword, it unraveled into black mist before hitting the ground. At which point his right hand slipped back into his pocket.
I see now. Thats an adamantine weapon.
He said calmly, expecting jibberish in return. Assuming of course his opponent continued his trend of non-attack. He was the son of a blacksmith, if anyone knew the sound different metals make against each other, Max did. And all young adventurers by adamantine. They usually died from relying on it too heavily as well. The confidence that comes with cutting through anything, and resisting anything was its own flaws. Nothing was perfect.
Max had a lax look on his face. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a black stone, a Sword Stone, to simply summon another sword. But shook his head, and slipped it back. Instead, he drew from behind him the dagger that sat at his back. Its handle was black leading up into a clear, and yes, most definitely glass 1ft long blade. Of course not just any glass, but that didnt matter.
This should be enough.
He said non-chalantly, followed by.
Do you need me to start for you again?
Truth be told, agile as he was, he likely would have said and did all he did even if swung on, only while making simple back steps and evasive leans. Such defense is easy when you have a flowing landscape to maneuver in, and your focus is not on attack, but something as simple as speech, or staying out of your opponents swing radius or path.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 6:58 pm
Maximos (( No problem, I fully understand. biggrin )) Mhmm. He said, as his foot hit the ground and cemented his stance. He'd stolen ground, his opponent retreating a step as he advanced his foot. This told him worlds about what and who he was fighting, and how the creature fought. But his form did not follow his foot. He stood as such, his leg somewhat forward, his body as it was. It was the oddest thing. Even before the defense was fully executed, Maximos was pulling back his sword, and his arm simply halted in place and moved back to adjust his glasses up the bridge of his nose. This avoided a cut, strangely while it seemed his sword could simply have avoided any damage and followed through with the motion again, it did not. Maximos directly turned it to meet his opponents, blade edge for blade edge and put way more force than necessary into a push back. One bound to fail as his opponent had all the leverage. There was a scraping sound and the scythe cut clean through the black sword about a foot up from the hilt. Maximos seemed entirely unsurprised. (( Cutoff to show where interruption is happening. )) Now for the rudeness of Dorkuto to show. Not even a fraction of a second of the blade finishing it's cut, the herm pushed the scythe forward mid-starting of speech. He saw an opportunity and decided to take. The strike would be a thrust forward so that the staff point would thrust at Maximos' heart. Given the way this scythe was designed, the portion where blade 'welded' into staff was off the endpoint by about an inch unlike a typical scythe ( where what I have seen ). So a slash may not be effective afterwards to suit Dorkuto's purpose. As for the broken off portion of Maximos' sword, Dorkuto would be sending his right knee to the shard at an angle at which would send the metal flying dangerously midsection/crotch area. It was a gamble shot that would be done regardless of result of the scythe thrust attack. It might do little/no-damage or a quite a bit. Given the timing, this would be before Maximos 'unsummoned' his broken sword.
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