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| Eamonn!!! |
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| Layce!!! |
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| Delfian!!! (What?!) |
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:36 pm
A BATTLE This is solo fight between Layce Ayine and Eamonn Lancaster. This is not a fight to the death, rather a fight till submission. The weapons allowed are all that the user may wield and carry, and all abilities are free. I'm too lazy to play Announcer, so unless Tal does the fight will take place in a wooded area. Tal: The reason for the draw is due to the final attack performed by Eamonn Lancaster. Given his condition, the amount of power behind the attack was too much and already a toe had been stepped over the line by his restraining Layce. Yet by Paparo's--Kiln's-- doing, Layce somehow managed to lose, even after escaping Eamonn's grasp and by avoiding the fiery torrent with an unknown power (something I hope to look forward to learning more about as Pt. 3 begins).
At any rate, draw because Paparo says I won but after some thought I don't really feel like I should claim the victory just yet. Paparo, if you want to have Layce claim victory feel free to edit this as, in my opinion, Layce should have one.
=x=
With that, however, the battle is adjourned.
Tal and Paparo:
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:50 pm
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// }}
The gentle breeze that made it's way through the trees made little difference to Layce as he walked down the path between the trees. He had been told his opponent would be somewhere in this dark forest, though where he was not told. The point was that neither Layce nor his opponent had a clue where the other was. Layce felt that this was in his advantage though, being that he was trained to act as an assassin as need be. His opponent, as he understood, was only an ex-Lilith fighter. Chances were, he didn't have the same training that Layce did. It would be interesting to see his skill though, Layce was actually anticipating the fight. That might explain why he was moving silently and quickly through the woods. He knew his target had been released on the opposite side of the arena, but he didn't know where. That was what made this all the more enjoyable.
Layce slowly dropped his hand onto one of the swords at his waist as he broke away from the trail, taking to the cover of trees now. It wouldn't do to let the man get the jump on him, in fact that could make the difference from a victory and a loss. Layce was confident in his stalking abilities, but if the other man managed to get a sneak attack in, Layce knew it could make the fight impossible for him to win. It was smarter to sneak like this, find his target, and deliver an ending blow in one strike. If the rumor about this man was right though, Layce wouldn't be able to do that. It was said that this man had fought Delfian, and lived. That was enough for Layce to be careful.
Layce finally came to a complete stop as he knelt against a tree, bushes helping to hide him completely as he waited. For now, he would await the sound of another moving through the woods. Then he would track them down, and if the situation presented itself, he would strike with one blow and end the battle instantly. That was the plan, though if it would work so smoothly was lost to Layce. Chances where, no. This man likely wouldn't be easily snuck up on.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:16 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC||Decided to hold off on using an image, so many pardons.]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- The trees rustled above Eamonn's head as he slowly made his way through the trees, the man taking long strides in quick succession but with careful decision before letting his foot down. He was silent, as silent as he could be, but he had never fought in wooded areas, nor had he ever trained or been trained to be a stealthy fighter, and he had about as much woodcraft skill as a shark in a lake could be conspicuous.
The leaves beneath his boots made almost deafening noise to his ears as he walked, as hard as he tried to avoid them, and the swishing of the branches and leaves above head when the wind blew barely gave him any comfort in believing that he was successful in remaining quiet. Already he had abandoned his cloak upon entering the arena, something he did whenever he entered a fight so it did not get in the way but in this case to give him one less thing to worry about revealing his location. What he wore now, was the white, sleeveless top and crimson trousers with dark leathered boots. Belted at his waist, wrapped tightly in a dark cloth that hid it from view from tip to pommel, was Aed. It was there that it would remain for the remainder of the battle, if he so wished it. The weapon he would be wielding, and carried now in his hand, was the practice sword from his childhood, something he continued to carry with him as a memento for a time, now his primary weapon until he could fashion a new, more able weapon for his new way of life.
As long as I don't try to block anything crazy it should do well. He told himself, feeling the familiar grooves and the indentures along the makeshift hilt wrapped, something he did much later, with leather to give it more grip. He had no information on his opponent, at least nothing that helped him, aside from the fact that the man appeared to be apart of Delfian's gang of ruffians. Anger boiled at the thought of the assassin, at the man whom had caused pain and suffering beyond belief considering all he did was give a single order, but rather than be distracted Eamonn pushed that anger back and entered a state of apathy; clearing his mind of useless thoughts and emotions that would otherwise distract him in battle.
He was making himself one with his weapon, as if it were an extension of his arm, at the same time listening intently for the possible sound of movement, his eyes shut to keep himself from getting distracted by the movement of the wooded area. Eamonn was expectant of a sneak attack, and as ready as one could be against an assassin... he would have to be if the person he was fighting was truly apart of Delfian's crew. He was not sure what sort of training this man had, he could only imagine considering how deadly the men had been even during the time Eamonn had been apart of Lilith, but Eamonn's own skills had been honed for years, both his training while in Lilith and the time spent with Tashio and Ranunculus. With a sword in hand, and in a one-on-one situation, he would not lose.
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 5:46 am
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// }}
Layce's breathing practically disappeared as he remained kneeling in his spot, his eyes closed as he listened to the movement of trees. Layce didn't draw his sword, fully aware that to draw his sword would create noise. He would only create noise when the time came to end the fight in a single blow. Layce's eyes slowly opened, not that anyone could see them, and focused into the trees. There it was, the sound of movement. It wasn't as loud as Layce would have expected, but too loud to be a animal. Apparently his opponent did have some skill at being silent. It was too bad that Layce's training had made it so he could be silent when he wished to be so. The only warning sound that Layce as anywhere close to Ea was in the sound of a blade clicking lightly as it slide about an inch from the sheath.
Layce was suddenly in front of Ea, the only sound of this being the brush of bushes moving. His hand was on his blade at his side, but there was something wrong, Layce's image seemed to flicker for a second and then was gone. There was a loud click behind Ea, the direction Layce was attacking from. The click came from the broadsword on Layce's back, the latches holding it into place snapping free as Layce swung the blade downward, using his falling motion from the tree behind Ea to increase the speed at which the blade dropped. Blocking would break someone's arm, taking the blow would end a life. It was a broadsword after all and was made to tear through armor. Layce was aware of who Ea was now though, having caught sight of him before attacking.
Layce doubted his attack would hit, and at that it would leave him wide open for a counter attack. Eamonn Lancaster, as Layce believed the mans name to be, wasn't to be trifled with. That was why Layce, if his blow missed, planned to land soundly on the ground and bring the broad sword against his left arm in a defensive stance. It would do to block Ea if he tried a straight on attack, but an attack from the side would force Layce to move to accompany the movement by Ea. Broadswords weren't the most nimble weapons to use.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 12:07 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC||N/A]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- The moment Layce appeared before Eamonn, the man was already swinging his weapon to strike a crippling blow to the neck. It was a place some people seemed t forget in battle, and whether or not weapons were involved, a blow to the neck could close the windpipe and make breathing impossible. It was, essentially, a vital, and with or without a blade it would have proven fatal. Would have. Mid-swing the image of the masked man he had set out to disable flickered, then was gone. Eamonn did not have time to feel confused, already aware of what it meant. and before he even whirled about, crimson hair fanning out around his head, to face the opponent he assumed, or rather he thought he knew, was there, the familiar sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath filled his ears, and tickled his memory.
Broadsword. Eamonn registered the weapon, and already his mind was calculating the characteristics of the weapon and how he could make use of both its benefits and its downsides. It was heavy, that much was for sure, and once you swung such a heavy weapon, stopping it was not an easy feat. Normally Eamonn would have taken advantage of this, he would have used his own weapon to move the path of the sword away from himself and to the ground below, where it would have stuck itself unless the man before him could pull it loose. This, however, was not going to happen, as Eamonn had already swung, his body pivoting on the heels of his boots, and when he had turned about to face his opponent his swing was complete, and the broadsword was still coming, his own attack useless.
Eamonn sidestepped, something that took even less energy than redirecting the heavy weapon and it gave him time to prepare himself and assess the situation. To Eamonn's surprise, something that lasted but a flicker of an instant, the man managed to slide almost flawlessly into a defensive position, a feat Eamonn mentally commended considering the weapon he wielded. A swordsman. Eamonn thought to himself, deciding to take this fight even more seriously than what he had planned to. It was not often Eamonn crossed blades with a swordsman, the town guards of Ilquint generally wielding spears and before that Eamonn worked only with trainees while with Lilith. But out on the field? He could not think of a time he had exchanged blows with a swordsman since his childhood. This will not be a quick match. Eamonn thought to himself.
It was still too early to tell what level of swordsmanship this man possessed, Eamonn only able to ascertain that this person had long since passed the level of a beginner --something Eamonn concluded due to his opponents easy movements-- but if he were to put his money on the matter he would not say that he was facing a blademaster. Nevertheless, caution. He told himself, drawing away from Layce as he switched his hands around on his own weapon, entering a stance that was neither offensive or defensive. The red-haired man watched the swordsman with cold, calculating eyes as he took a stoic stance, sword held out before him in a way that could be used to either defend or attack. He would let the swordsman attack him once more, and strike when the opportunity was right...
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 12:32 pm
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// }}
Eamonn clearly wasn't planning on countering right away, which was a good move. Layce's weapon was large and unwield, yes, but it was also a good defensive weapon in the right hands. A shield would have been more practical, but Layce obviously had little concern about someone actually hitting him. If he was able to move that fast with the broadsword, getting hit at all seemed like something Layce would have skill in avoiding. Oddly, Eamonn backpedalled away giving Layce time to stand up slowly. "You held an advantage, and gave it up. I wouldn't suggest doing so again." Layce warned as he flicked his broad sword over his shoulder, the clasps that held it into place clicking as they reattached to the blade. Layce lowered his hand from the weapon as he put his right hand to the swords at his left hip. Without warning he pulled the topmost blade free, a silver colored blade, almost white in appearance, with a blue handle. Layce held the blade at his side as he separated his feet slightly, an offensive stance with his right side facing Ea.
"Layce, that is my name. Ready your blade, Eamonn. I will not miss the next strike." A lofty statement, but there wasn't even a hint of arrogance to his voice. Either he was fooling himself into believing he wouldn't miss, or rather he was that good. Layce flicked the blade lightly changing stance in a fluid motion, turning to face Ea straight on as he held the blade out, his left foot a step ahead. The distance between the two of them was covered in a single lunge, Layce bringing his blade down suddenly without warning in a vertical slice. There was a faint flicker, and near instantly the blade seemed to have finished it's motion, the blade now coming in a horizontal slice. He was fast, that was clear enough in how he managed to move like he did.
If Ea managed to block, Layce was already stepping inward to bring the blades into an stance that would have the blade resting lightly against Layce's shoulder. This motion would make it near impossible for Ea to attack without opening himself up for an instant counter from Layce. If Ea chose to attempt to dodge, Layce's motion could instantly be changed up to thrust the sword out at the retreating Ea and still be held strong enough in Layce's hand that an attempt to disarm him would fail. Layce clearly knew how to use the sword he was wielding, obviously more so than the broadsword he had tried to end the fight with in a single blow.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 2:48 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC||Going to avoid making comment on the sword Layce is using, otherwise I may very well have to repeat the same reaction for when they really meet (provided that is the sword I think it is).]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eamonn remained still, sword still positioned before him ready to react to whatever his opponent could throw at him. He continued to watch the man, ruby eyes watching the swordsman with those same cold, calculating eyes. To Eamonn's surprise, the swordsman spoke: "You held an advantage, and gave it up. I wouldn't suggest doing so again." Eamonn agreed with the man, at the same time he could not agree. Eamonn had held no advantage, had he it would have been exploited the moment it presented itself. What he had given up was the chance to strike a blow that he knew would have had no real effect. Eamonn did not need to remind himself that he was wielding wood against metal, and in a contest of power and lethality he would not win. Eamonn could not afford to make any mistakes, and this man's provoking would not bend him. That was, before the man drew the sword he did...
The moment the broadsword was put within its sheath, the latches clicking loud enough for even Eamonn to hear, the red-haired man shot forward, his grip on his weapon shifting suddenly. His eyes became intense, sharp like those of a bird of prey before it snatched a bird from out of the water, or a lion before it leaped upon its game. Layce, as the man claimed his name to be, had already drawn his weapon, and when he shot forward to attack Eamonn himself the red-haired man did not stop to retreat but did rather the opposite, he gained speed.
Eamonn was not fooled by the vertical feint, taking into account the very stance the man had was not proper. Of course, he was taking a risk by assuming that this man was as experienced as he was assuming him to be, but when he shifted his weapon to block the horizontal attack that came at him he knew he had guessed right. What he did not expect was that Layce was already preparing a second attack, this one something he had not expected. He was genuinely surprised, Layce having planned things ahead, something he should have suspected considering who he worked for, but he was not so slow as to let the attack succeed.
With a flash of movement, Eamonn was wielding both Aed and the wooden sword. Aed was still wrapped within the cloth that acted as a sheath, but as a means of defense it was far better than what he had. The weapon was brought to meet the attack Layce had attempted to present him with, stopping it completely. Meanwhile, his other weapon, cut through the air with surprising speed to strike Layce in the abdominal.
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 3:04 pm
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// It is the sword you think it is, as is the second one. I've skipped some details on both blades though since both are special, as you know.}}
Ea had reacted faster than Layce had thought, which was good. It was proving to him that this fight would not be easy, that Ea would indeed prove to be the man he had heard about. Layce felt his blade hit something, wood from the sound of it, before Ea had already moved to react to Layce's second attack. There was a clash, very solid metals now, causing Layce to smirk slightly beneath his mask. Ea was bringing in his wooden weapon, a nice weapon by wooden means. It could still break ribs, bones, and cut slightly. It would serve it's purpose well enough. Ea was holding his second weapon now though, the one which had blocked Layce's attack. Whatever it was, Layce was curious to see it used.
One step at a time though. Ea's wooden blade met with a resounding thud not Layce's body, but the second sword now drawn into Layce's free hand. There was writing scripted on the blade with a line through it, but it really didn't matter what the blade said. It was of a curved design, more suitable to a katana, though it had a defined point at the end of it. "Slow." Layce mumbled to himself before pushing back with both blades, jumping away from Ea as he did so, flicking both blades into an offensive ready stance as he stood sideways, his left side facing Ea. This was a stance of a sword-master, but that meant very little. Many people could take up any stance, but to actually utilize a stance to it's full capabilities proved the user's ability.
Layce flicked the right hand blade out slightly as he watched Ea. He expected an attack, and when Ea came, if he did, Layce was planning on spinning slightly and bringing his right hand blade down on Ea, using the left hand blade to block. It was obvious in the way Layce held his blades, he was ambidextrous. There was no doubt to the confidence in the way he held the left handed blade like his right hand.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:05 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC||Aye, then Eliana and Eamonn have something to look forward to... -evil chuckle-]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- An interesting stance to choose. Eamonn thought, it now being Layce who fell back rather than himself. He would have pressed on had he not drawn that second blade, which made Eamonn question how long he could go not using Aed. Aed... He became suddenly aware of the sword in his hand, of its weight, of the warmth that radiated from it like a living creature, of the voice that whispered to him in the back of his head. "...use me... A cold sweat broke out across Eamonn's body, and a sudden fear rose up in his throat like a great lump that threatened to bore itself in place if he did not swallow it down. I Shall Not! The voices cried out to him, begging him of things he could not understand. He too would have likely liked to cry, but he didn't, he had a more pressing matter, and distractions could not be tolerated on the battlefield.
I have not yet given my name. Eamonn said, suddenly straightening and sliding Aed back into his belt so he would not be tempted to use it. Whispers of the voice, or voices as they sometimes seemed to be, echoed distantly in his head, but not as strong as before. But as you have already said my name you must know who I am. As he spoke, he slowly, with a calm expression, raised his now free left hand. With his palm facing Layce, his eyes narrowed a fraction. And what I can do. A great heat gathered in Eamonn's torso the moment he finished the sentence, the heat rushing from his torso and filling the rest of his body like warm ale on a winters eve. A great deal of the heat gathered in his palm, and in an instant a torrent of flames erupted forth like water from a hose, seemingly out of his palm. The flames effectively began to cover everything before him, the light of the flames illuminating their makeshift arena. Let's see what you do now. Eamonn thought, gripping his wooden sword tightly, prepared to defend himself should an attack come again.
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 4:38 pm
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// Ever play Fire Emblem for the GBA? Swordmaster critical is pretty close to what Layce just did. }}
It was too bad that Ea didn't choose to advance on the attack, Layce had been hoping that he would. There was a reason Layce took so few defensive stances, and it was the fact that he rarely ever defended. He always turned everything into an offensive strike because he usually had the advantage of speed. Ea was different though, he was nimble as well which presented a few problems for Layce. Still, Layce thought he had Ea beat in speed. It was odd that Ea chose now to speak, not that Layce minded. His stance didn't alter in the slighest as he listened to what Ea had to say, though Layce became aware that something was up when Ea raised his hand. "Lets see it then." Layce responded cooly.
Layce reacted as soon as he felt the change in the air, it grew warm fast. The image of Layce standing there seemed to start flickering, the only warning of what was to come. Layce appeared to slowly back up a step, flicking both blades out ward before flickering the left hand blade into a backwards stance, the blade actually against Layce's arm. The entire movement had multiple images of Layce, after effects would have been the correct turn. Ea's fire certainly was on it's way to Layce, but in the next second, Layce wasn't there. Layce's expertise was in speed, he had no other skills to speak of that anyone knew.
Unless Ea was paying very close attention, he wouldn't even see Layce coming. The only warning was that Ea's flames suddenly parted in several different places, four to be exact. Metal appeared to flash in Ea's direction all at once. To block such an attack was nigh impossible, to dodge was possible, but regardless hard. This was a killing stroke, aimed to kill in one motion. Still, it could be dodged. Layce was not anywhere near the 'blades' though. With with a sudden sliding noise, Layce could be seen sliding on his feet off to the side of Ea, out of the danger of fire though his cloak seemed to be slightly singed. So Layce's speed allow for him to move faster than the eye could track, fast enough to attack from multiple points at one second, but by the heavy breathing he was giving it took some stamina to do so.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:20 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC|| Thank you Youtube. XD]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eamonn had not the slightest idea what was coming to him when Layce attacked. For a moment it had seemed to Eamonn that the flames had engulfed his opponent, Eamonn's sight obscured completely by the fire that was bright enough to make the caster narrow his eyes. It can't have been that simple. He thought, reading his wooden sword to defend himself, a foolish move. He did not witness the initial flicker in Layce's appearance, nor the afterimage of his movements. What he had witness, and saw with eyes wide with shock, were the streaks caused by the blades Layce wielded, and the parting flames. Layce had caught Eamonn off-guard in the worst way, Eamonn remaining still and bracing himself as best he could for what was to come, if only too foolishly. Fast!
Eamonn looked down, ruby eyes staring in shock at himself. His weapon was sliced into four sections, the handle of the weapon still clutched in his hand, the other sections on the ground at his feet. His entire torso was covered in blood, the attacks having landed with easy succession. Right shoulder, left bicep, horizontally across his chest and another on his torso but vertically. They were critical wounds, and if he were to leave them bleeding as they were, the blood flowing freely and quickly from his body, he would pass out and in moments die of blood loss. Not yet. He told himself, grinding his teeth as he prepared himself for what he was going to do.
The fire that Eamonn had shot at Layce was still going, and burning bright. Eamonn did not waste a moment in calling on the fire, drawing the hot flames to him and creating a cocoon for himself. The flames moved to him like an ocean wave, hitting the ground around him and spiraling upwards, the top closing and Eamonn trapped within his own creation. What flames were not used to create this barrier of flames shot around him like a shock wave, trees, roots, leaves, bushes, everything the flames touched soon engulfed within the heat. Eamonn did not intend to be killed while he did what he this.
Inside of the cocoon, while maintaining the shield, Eamonn gathered flames into the palm of his hand, shaping it to his desire. It was an orb, an orb of flames that was the size one might expect of a golf ball. With this ball of fire, Eamonn ground his teeth as he proceeded to cauterizing his wounds. He bit back his screams of pain, and did not stop until he had finished with the four sword wounds. When he was, the orb vanished and he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. I've let him get the better of me. He thought, deciding that it was time to take a different approach to things.
When the cocoon dispersed, the energy that held the flames in place and alive fading away, Eamonn was standing once more, his expression hard and eyes sharp once more. Sweat covered his face, crimson hair matted to his head, and while he looked tired his eyes were as awake and alert as before. Forgive me for leaving. He said, a hand falling down to the second weapon at his hilt. And for what I am about to do.
Whether Layce was out in the open or not, hidden and waiting for either the flames to die down or Eamonn to appear, the red-haired man slid his sword from it sheath. With his other hand, he undid a knot at the guard, fingers working deftly as he unraveled the black cloth that covered the blade known as Aed. When it was uncovered, Eamonn turned in the direction of Layce, entering a defensive stance. Come when ready, Boy. He opened himself to Aed, and in response to Eamonn, Aed too opened its store of energy to him.
Thanks to Delfian, and even Cieven, it was possible for Eamonn to now access all of Aed's powers without losing himself to the cursed weapon's influence. It was with this sword, and the power he had obtained by using it, that he had defeated Raigon. I will not lose. Eamonn thought determinedly, prepared to give his all now.
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:54 pm
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// }}
As expected, Ea didn't expect the attack to come with so much ferocity nor did he expect to not see the attack coming. That was all that Layce needed to easily end the fight, as should have occurred. Ea's wounds were near fatal, basically if Ea tried to continue fighting he would die. Layce knew this and expected the fight to stop, but he didn't plan for Ea's fire. Layce slowly sheathed his two blades as he watched Ea pull his fires about his body, basking himself in the intense fires. Layce was no fool, he knew he couldn't get to Ea while he was like that and so he took his time to watch, practically skipping backwards to avoid the encroaching flames. Layce was not a fan of fire, but this fire wasn't intending to attack him, it was merely hiding Ea which was actually more of an annoyance to Layce.
Layce slowly relaxed his stance as he escaped the fires range, watching with interest to see what would happen. Suddenly Ea's cocoon, leaving Ea standing there with some nasty looking wounds, but even from this distance Layce could see they were sealed. So Ea had prepared for serious wounds like his before, it was a curious thing to Layce to take note of. He would have to remember this should the fight be drawn out much longer. The better question was what did Ea plan to use as a weapon? His wooden sword was in pieces, and as Layce understood Ea would no use... scratch that, Ea was drawing forth Aed. Layce could both feel and see the energy of Aed, drawing a grimace to his face that would go missed by the world because of the mask.
"We've seen how that works once. I shall do as you ask though. Prepare, that blade won't save you from me." Layce pulled free his blue handled sword with ease before flicking the blade sideways. There was no reason to play around with Ea anymore, he had seen Layce's trick, and would likely not fall for it again. That meant it was time to change things up a little bit. Layce lunged forward, his appearance seeming to distort in the sudden rush of speed that accompanied any of Layce's fast motions. There was little warning as Layce's 'image' shimmered slightly, a warning of Layce no longer being there. There was a sliding noise behind Ea, likely Layce's feet sliding gracefully against the ground as he revolved around Ea. The result was nigh instant though, Layce wasn't behind Ea.
The image in front of Ea suddenly dissolved, like it was disturbed by something, a brief flash of metal and light being the only warning as Layce reappeared in front of Ea, bringing his blade upwards in a skyward slash at Ea. The motion was fluid though, and as Layce finished he seemed to use this motion to actually carry himself slightly into the air before a light click was heard, the broad sword crashing down with an extreme force wielded only by Layce's left hand. It was a risky movement, and yet Layce moved with such speed that the risk was greatly decreased. Blocking such a blow could break one's arm, but it was entirely possible to dodge with ease if Ea saw the attack coming. It was a fast movement, but readable, and of course easily countered. Layce wasn't a fool though, should Ea try to counter the masked Black Shadow assassin knew what to do.
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Kiln Aro Malac Vice Captain
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Tal of Kinglore Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:23 pm
Eamonn Lancaster }|{ The Exiled One }|{ [OOC|| N/A]
Íosfaidh mé dóiteáin a sruthán mé i luaithreach
Tá mé aon eagla ar an dóiteáin de ifreann
Níl mé ag dúil ar neamh Dé
Ní féidir liom a fheiceáil aghaidh miongháire ar Dhia.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Energy flowed freely into Eamonn, the blade drawing on his feelings as it had before. It was a mutual relationship, Aed drew energy on his emotions while Eamonn drew on the energy Aed made. The emotions Aed drew on were no longer as strong as they used to, Eamonn's guilt and self-hate having faded the last two years, but other emotions had stepped forth in place, and Aed was just as eager for them as any other. As Aed drew on his emotions, the man entered a state of perpetual apathy. In this state Eamonn would not be distracted by sudden emotions or thoughts. All there was now was himself, his blade, and his opponent. "We've seen how that works once. I shall do as you ask though. Prepare, that blade won't save you from me."The sword is an instrument of death. Eamonn stated, sanguine eyes showing nothing. There was no intensity behind them as there had been before. No fear, no anger, no happiness, just an abyss waiting to swallow everything whole. It was with these eyes Eamonn stared at the masked man, his expression as empty as his eyes as he slid easily into a stance. He held Aed as if it were within a sheath ready to be drawn. His very posture was like of a spring ready to uncoil at an instants notice. Swords and Salvation are as opposite as Life is with Death, they are a paradox even if they cannot live without one another. His grip on Aed's hilt tightened, seeing that Layce was prepared to move. No matter how much they crave one another.
When Layce's image flickered, Eamonn was ready for the attack to come. His ears caught the sound of movement behind him, but it did not dissuade him from turning away from the opponent that appeared in front of him, Eamonn's eyes flashed, and as Layce brought his own sword upward the spring that was Eamonn uncoiled and Aed flashed through the air, a black trail following the path of the blade, and with a two-step movement Eamonn was behind Layce, swinging his own sword upwards and slashing at the back. He had struck twice at Layce, the man having increased the damage he'd to his opponent by slashing at Layce in a manner that both the flesh he cut at and the blade slid in opposite directions.
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Tá measartha an dóiteáin,
Tá go leor an aisling,
Tá go leor an passions, an laughter agus na sruthanna.
Tá measartha an tine go soothes an láthair.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:42 am
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✱ Layce ✲ Rinweld ✲ Ayine ✱
╚═════════════════╝ 『'Hold you silence,'』 『'Speak not a sound,'』 『'I give you one solitary promise,'』 『'You shall feel but a p***k of pain,'』 『'And then darkness will take over.'』 『'So, I can only promise you'』 『'That one things will come true,'』 『'It will all be over soon.'』 ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ {{Ooc:// }}
Too close ..."
Layce felt himself open up for an attack almost too late. Ea had changed, dramatically. Layce's speed wasn't going to aid him if Ea could remain calm like he was and respond to any motion. There was indeed a clashing sound, Layce's sword launching into the air, and then silence, Layce was gone, his broad sword sticking the ground where Ea had been earlier, and his other sword slamming point first into the ground a few yards away from Ea. Layce was just off to the side of Ea, kneeling on the ground with his hand over his left side. He had turned into Ea's attack with his left side, making himself a smaller target but also making Ea's chances of hitting him very high. Ea was going to hit anyways, so it was actually a miracle that Layce even managed to block the first swing, losing his sword in the process. But how had he avoided taking Aed directly because if he had, the wound wouldn't have been so small, nor would it have been his side taking the upwards blow as he had.
Layce released his empty sword sheath, a clear gash in the sheath from Ea's weapon. He had blocked in the only way he could, the sword sheath itself. "Interesting..." Layce whispered as he forced himself into a standing position, the cut running up his left side hurt, but he could deal with the pain. It was only a cut anyways, not deep enough to really do enough harm to worry about it. He would bleed, yes, but unlike Ea Layce couldn't take the time to deal with the wound. If he did, Ea would likely leave him in pieces. Layce pulled free his second sword with his right hand while his left hand remained over the cut.
"That blade bears more strength than I originally thought." Layce thought aloud as he flicked the red handled blade into a fighting stance. Layce had already calculated his distance from his other two swords, and was already forming motions to retrieve both blades, as well as strike Ea at the same time. The only problem is Layce knew he couldn't risk to attack Ea head on again, the guy had seen through the trick and had sounded hammered him for it. Layce couldn't risk taking another blow, nor taking one meant to end a fight. Ea's attack could have ended the fight, if Layce had taken it without deflecting it aside enough to spare himself from a cut that would have hit internal organs.
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