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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:29 am
Of course, one had to take into account the area of influence that Hugin had around him. He could sense an attack coming from anywhere within a fifteen-foot radius- one that was so close was hard to miss.
Indeed, his abilities did help in a way- it would be odd however if one thought about it. The attack was definitely going to be an overswing if it didn't connect- this could be the chance he had been waiting for... no, it wasn't even that. This was the opportunity he was waiting for. The cloak in a risky position, the sword in a situation where it would be hard to recalculate the path, or at least a minor annoyance...
While his back was turned, his head was down, and his legs were tucked in... no one really mentioned his arms, did they? Not really. They weren't exactly hugging his knees- they were pretty much free to move. And move they did- his left one anyways.
It shoved downwards... and the downward force of the air pushed him upwards, just enough to have the razor edge of the blade miss the palm of his hand! Damn, he was persistant, this one!
But it was going to be over soon enough as Hugin came out of his sault and landed hard on his opponent's cloak. With a clean, quick, precise stroke of his blade...
RRRRRIP
Satisfying sound indeed.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:46 am
Kell smirked. Did he really think he was the first person to target his cloak? Many found it an annoying enough weapon to attempt to decommision before moving in for the kill. It's distractions was only one of its benefits.
Still grasping the edge of the now two-piece cloak with both hands, he pulled. His intention from the very beginning, it took a mere instant, perhaps even less for him to continue with his plan. The loose dirt and grass ground provided little friction, actually aided him in the effort, providing more than enough pulling force to extricate the garment rather violently out from under his enemy.
Next position. The cloak obscuring his body, whereever his enemy was, it was time to attack. His head was still visible to his enemy, whether he be falling or not. He began to duck, as if moving to hide behind the cloak to hide his next manuever, but it had already been completed. His sword blade stabbed through the material as charged forward at his enemy, both hands again wielding the blade as he drove his entire body into the thrust at his opponents chest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:57 am
And it happened anyways.
His legs were pulled from under him- legs up, back down, and falling. And yet another power move, save for the fact that this time he was sure it would hit. At least, he was sure.
But the Raven of Thought was not about to die on this forgotten plain, beaten by this rude being who decided that a mere accident was reason for attack. He was pissed now- but he wouldn't show it with words or emotion.
Take this, then!
As he fell, a hand shot forward. The man would suddenly find himself stopped in his tracks... by the very air itself. He had condensed the air pressure around Kell to create a damned prison- one which he could move at will. As he hit the ground with his back, he winced slightly and hissed in pain- he'd be all right, though.
This guy wouldn't.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 6:06 am
Suddenly unable to move, Kell was needless to say quite confused. Confusion quickly turned to panic. He began hyperventilating, struggling uselessly against his invisible bonds. All the while he stared daggers at Evan. The fight obviously wasn't gone in this one, despite his unfortunate position.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 4:27 pm
"Hn... You are an irritating one."
He began to stand up. Irritating wasn't the word for it- rude and slightly off-kilter were two he would pick, not to mention overreactive. Heck, he could pick worse words, but he didn't. He simply looked at him with those surprisingly cold eyes and walked towards him as he spoke.
"Now, we try this again... please forgive me for not checking if anyone was going to be out on this plain today, at the same day that I was casually training. Far be it from me to intrude on your little world, where apparently an accident is a cause for a duel to the death. After all, there could not be worse things that could be done to one's honor, correct?"
His voice was dripping with sarcasm and indignation. He was just about ready to spear the guy with his own rapier, but he would give him the chance to regain what... "honor" he had lost, if he had any. But on one condition...
"The cape... a quite interesting weapon. But now, you will fight on even ground. If this is to be a duel to the death, then we will decide this by the sword, and nothing else. Am... I... clear?"
He was in his face now- his barely suppressed anger almost showing its colors. This would end his way, and it would end now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 10:38 pm
Before the man had even finished his ultimatum Kellindel was laughing. Hard, explosive woops of laughter that probably would have left him doubled over were he not paralyzed.
"Sword on sword says the guy with the fancy wind powers and metal arm and leg guards? You can take your mercy and shove it, you hypocritical b*****d."
He choked out finally as his laughter died to a low chuckle. Thinking better of sptting at the man, he continued to struggle against the magical effect.
"But if you really think so much of your swordsmanship and honor, why don't you just finish the job here and now with your pilfered weapon? C'mon, do me. Or is all that righteous talk just blowing wind?"
He snickered, glaring at Evan with blatant contempt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 3:04 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 11:34 am
"I might have a worse fate in store for you than death... but that's later."
He released him- more like allowed him to drop like a stone- and casually walked a few paces away- five at the least. Heck, with how fast the guy was, it would be enough- ten would give Kell more time to think.
"The wind abilities are part of my nature. Far be it from me to go against who I am and what I can do... However, I can make an exception. These, however-"
He unfastened the gauntlets and tossed them to a wayward side- he could do without for the moment, and could always come back for them later. The greaves he casually took the rapier and cut the bindings off, letting them fall to the ground and kicking them off to the same side as the gauntlets.
"...Are not truly necessary, truth be told."
A bluff- but he didn't have to use everything at his disposal. He could always use those against a different opponent.
"Fine- level field. Come at me... that is, if you still want an opportunity to kill one such as I. Because you will not get another."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 4:09 am
"I hope you aren't always this concerned about a fair fight." Kellindel said at length, regarding his opponent with naught but more contempt than he had when trapped.
"Because if you are, then the intelligent fighters who aren't will pick you apart." As he spoke, he removed the top of his ruined cloak from around his neck with his free hand. "Assuming you last through this." A small smirk formed on his face as he stepped away from his opponent, putting his sword-wielding side forward.
With that, he dashed toward his opponent once more, closing the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. It ended quite quickly as he slammed his right foot into the ground, the hand on the same side extending, sending the point of his sword toward his opponents chest. A simple, straight thrust.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 4:29 pm
He might have been serious about a fair fight, but he wasn't stupid.
Plate armor is heavier than a b***h- now that he was without it, what would happen to his movements? That blink of an eye was expected, surely. Hugin, with the combat reactions of his almost incessant training, quickly rotated his front foot- the left one- in a 90-degree angle, holding his blade parallel to his body in order to draw his entire frame inwards. Thus, his body would move to the opponent's left side. If sucessful, the oncoming attack would slip past...
However, it wasn't over. He stepped back once with a cut to the right, and then again with a cut to the left. The speed of the attack series alone made the blade vibrate at a high frequency- the tip would, at this range, give his opponent a few nasty scars across his exposed left side at best. At worst... depending on how slow he reacted... this would be quite ugly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 3:21 am
So much for traditional fencing.
Kellindel dug the toe of his back foot into the ground as he saw his opponent begin to shift his weight and pushed off, turning on his heel just in time to meet the two strikes. His hand was quite a bit faster than his body, however. Before he had even turned, his sword had struck his opponents blade, angling itself to force blade out wide or nowhere at all. He chose to cut back in from the other direction, however. This gave him a bit of time to reposition his own weapon for his next attack. Again he parried, halting the cut with what was near the base of his blade.
Now that he was repositioned and his opponents attack thwarted, he moved in for his own strike. The crosspiece of his sword being a perpendicular bar rather than the usual cup, it allowed him to use some rather unique techniques. A flick of his wrist and a subtle lift of his arm lowered his blade, almost leveling it but halting when the point of the weapon was aimed roughly at his opponents collar. Twisting his wrist, lifted his arm further as if trying to throw his opponents weapon off his own. Instead, the weapon leveled off and he stepped forward, stabbing inward toward his opponents chest, leaning his own body into the thrust to add to its strength.
All this occured in less than a second, the force of his thrust causing his opponents weapon (if pressure was still being applied) to slide down the edge of his sword and lock into the joint between his crosspiece and blade. From this point his opponent could either disengage and attempt to bring his weapon around his opponents to slap it away, or attempt to push the point of his enemies blade away in a battle of strengths at a great disadvantage due to leverage at the current position the blades held. Or at least thats what most of his opponents had tried so far. Perhaps he might learn something new from this fellow.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 8:06 pm
Impressive- both moves countered. But now it was time for improvization.
Disengaging was out of the question. That would give the opponent time to think. A test of strength was unnecessary- heck, at this range, it would be a disadvantage, with his blade directly leveled in a vertical position and Kell moving forward.... with the weight of his body.
This, especially at this range, was the flaw.
Hugin moved to his left and took his own blade with it, repositioning it so that it was once again horizontal. As he did so, he lifted his left leg and shot it out to his side, aiming to slam his heel into the now exposed right side of his opponent.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2005 4:18 pm
He simply continued his movement, stepping forward with his thrust and away from the kick while continuing with the downward movement and falling to one knee. Just as quickly, he looked over his shoulder, snapping his left foot outward at the knee of Evan's supporting leg.
His sword reemerged from behind him almost instantly, clutched in a reverse hold behind his back to defend against counter attack as he twisted back with the movement of his kick to face his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 12:14 am
As one of his legs was knocked from underneath him, Hugin ended up with his legs split- the pain was brief and sharp, but he'd live. Besides, he was entirely comfortable in this position as well. He caught Kell holding his rapier in a defensive position- behind his back, even... and smirked.
Free hit! This was an awkward position in an awkward place, and surely this could not be avoided... so immediately after Kell turned to face him, Hugin simply stabbed at his opponent's right leg. No fuss, no fancy stuff, just a simple, quick pierce to the leg that was supported by the knee...
Of course, the chances that the attack would land were slim, but that was no reason not to continue applying pressure with repeated attacks. Besides, he couldn't be that fast- it was an odd position, and he had expected a counter- perhaps an attack to his back while he was turning, perhaps not- when there was not one. Perhaps it would work...
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 4:24 am
Thought it was a straight kick, his body moved as once might expect of a sweep to turn and add extra force to the blow. As such, his sword was still in a position to parry when his leg came in line for the attack. But the awkward position made his defensive manuever rather difficult. As such, the blade bit into his flesh before his own pushed it away from the leg and let it finish Evan's thrust toward the ground out wide. A hiss of pain and the sudden appearance of blood were the only indications he had even been hurt.
His own blade stabbing into the ground, still standing vertically to act as a barrier for Evan's own, he pushed off the pommel of the blade, almost appearing to use it as a cane. The earth gave slightly under the weapon, but in the space of a moment he was on his feet again, his left foot having already turned and retracted back in from its kick for a slightly different attack. Stomping on Evan's forward leg.
But he wasn't done there. Only a fool would give up a chance to attack an enemy in so vulnerable position. Whether or not he made contact with his left foot, his right would instantly snap forward the moment it touched down, kicking not unlike a soccer player shooting for a goal. Only in this case, the ball was replaced by Evan's head. Should his initial step make contact, moving away from the next would be quite the difficult feat.
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