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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 8:53 pm
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Pixie Nyxie generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 8:57 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
Odval's Command is: Null and Void! Huang wins....
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:12 pm
Huang snorted at the woman as she walked away and disappearing. Well that was one noble he wouldn't have to kill tonight. Shame as he felt the chance slip away. Even more shame that she hadn't stuck around, since she was going to see her son fall in a battle against another Assassin after all. He internally smiled to himself as she gave the command and felt the thrill of the battle rise. Another chance to kill Bataar? Always a good thing.
He turned to Bat now and smiled dangerously. "Thinking your going to kill me now Bataar? For poor Mother's little lover?" Huang waved the needle's around as he grabbed the Katana again from his back. The sword was becoming a familiar weight in his hand as he put it in the position for defense and beckoned the bigger man to attack. "Your mother is quite popular with the younger warriors isn't she?" Huang taunted, Odval was equally known for her young lovers after all just as much as she was for her hate to the Legions. He was surprised more that she had walked away after all instead of killing Huang.
He sent signals though out to his soldiers in the backgrounds. He would handle Bataar on his home ground by himself, as that was there way. Keeping the needles in his hands, he directly attacked instead of sending the projectile needle's out. His right hand gripped the sword now as he brought it to clang against that of Bataar's and crookedly smiled at the other man. He had been too ill and raging on alcohol from the last battle to take it seriously but now, He was going to make Bataar remember why Huang was a match for the bigger man. His continued his attack at breaking arm speed, his sword constantly forcefully attacked the other's. He had yet to use the needles as he wanted to get close enough to Bataar for them to pierce the mongolians armor.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:38 pm
Bataar also watched his mother walk away, seeming more confused than ever. It probably would have been a lot more effective if she’d stayed and killed Huang-fu herself, but she’d left him to do the job instead. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing, but he also didn’t want to have to deal with the stupid needles in the other man’s hands. Those things were always a pain in the a** to pull out and he wasn’t sure why he dealt with them-- ever. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he dealt with Huang-fu being alive at all, with what a ******** annoyance the other Lunarian tended to be.
He looked pleased, however, when Huang pulled out his sword. The other man still wasn’t quite as skilled with it as he should have been, but all the same Bat would have to watch out for any slashings. ”Shut up.” the man hissed, certain that he must have looked rather formidable. The fact that his mother was a cougar had yet to penetrate his brain, and probably wouldn’t for quite some time. That just wasn’t the sort of thing her son ought to be concerning himself with, in any case. What he should be concerning himself with was the death of Huang-fu.
Their swords clashed and he glared, his green eyes flat with anger as he hit the other man’s sword in return. If Bat was anything, he was certainly a good swordsman. If Huang were planning on trying to beat him that way, he was sorely mistaken in his choice. Bat could hold his own easily enough with a sword, and was well-trained. That was why it was his primary weapon, after all. He was just surprised(and a little relieved) that the needles weren’t flying just yet. All the same, he supposed he’d better be thankful. He would always hate those things.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:46 pm
Huang felt each clash and rumble as their swords danced with each other. There was no need for words right now, he wasn't in the mood for talking after all. He wouldn't provoke the other man after all because well, Bataar looked like he didn't get the insults after all. He wouldn't make a comment on his mother either, and sighed to himself. Odval certainly birthed another idiot to the world but then again, he had to wonder if she dropped Bataar on his head as a child all the time. It would certainly explain a lot.
Their swordplay continued for a long while now as they circled around each other. Huang could feel the eyes of his companions in the woods and from his large estate as they watched the battle. he knew that most we're going to bet on the winner and well, he would hate to lose so badly in front of them that he took extra care with his attacks and defense.
His needles, they we're aching in his hand as his primary choice of a weapon as Huang thought of a way to get close enough. Taking a chance, he waited till Bat swung his sword and moved in after the swing. His needles left his hand as he shoved them through the man's armor as much as he could. His hand bled from the pressure it took as he aimed for Bat's sword arm, trying to lessen the power from the man's sword so that he could defend better. Five needles. Huang looked in his sack as he pulled out more, he was growing short on them every time he battled the other man and was not going to rely on the poisoned ones unless he had too. His tactic right now, Weaken the man and then move in for attacks.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:58 pm
Bataar continued to fight Huang-fu, a look of absolute determination upon his face. Their swords clashed again and again, glancing off of each other as they both concentrated on the situation at hand. Both of them wanted to win more than anything, but only one of them would. Bat didn’t even want this for his mother-- he wanted it for himself. It made sense, given the hate with which he regarded the fighter just in front of him. This was clearly something that was extremely important to him. He had to win-- he had to prove himself, and he had to damage Huang-fu. The assassin could not be allowed to live this time, not when he was coherent and fighting.
He feinted with his sword before drawing back a little, his green eyes narrowed. He couldn’t predict what the other man’s next move might be, and wasn’t sure that he wanted to. If it was going to involve the needles he had to admit that it was something he didn’t entirely desire to be involved with. Those things were nasty, and something he didn’t mind admitted his absolute hate for. After all, who liked it when needles buried themselves into one’s skin? It wasn’t natural, and it wasn’t at all pleasant.
Suddenly, there was a needle in his sword arm, with four others deflected by his armor. The Mongol gasped, his eyes darkening with pain for a moment before he lashed out at the Legionnaire, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Injured arm or not, he was going to have to deal with this and try his best to win. That was just how it was going to have to be for the time being.
It hurt, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He’d dealt with these before, after all. ”Oh, back to your idiotic weapons, are you?” the Mongol growled.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:10 pm
If determination could win wars, Huang would probably be the king of battles. His face shone with sweat and grease as he continued his onslaught of attacks. Switching from needles to the short katana and back to needles. At one point he got tired from using the sword and used avoidance techniques to get the job done until his arm could take more bruising. Shurikens and other small weapons would've been nice to bring along since the needles seem to work so well on the other man but, alas he wasn't prepared for an attack by the Noble and his little Mother too. That's what he got for being too confident in his skills, yet then again, its not like he didn't effect Bataar with his weapon of choice. If not for the thick armor, Huang thought it would be highly likely that his needles would be the death of the Mongolian.
He didn't even celebrate the needle that went through the Mongolians armor and kept moving. Relying on skill and the learning of his newest weapon, he started to gain a comfortable ease with both of them and the battle seemed to become a lot less strained. He avoid a slice that came down and parried the attack to his side, sticking needles in the man's other arm hoping to pierce them before jumping away. 10 needles. He had used ten now in his attacks and was slowly losing them. Soon he would have to rely on the sword alone to get the job done.
He cringed as sword slash just barely avoided cutting him across the chest where he had been attacked before pivoting away. "Tired of taking needles out there Bataar?" Huang returned the words and made a mock face of indignation at the man, "Here let me just change them so that you won't have to do all that hard work after you lose. Oh wait, you'll be dead by then!" Huang grinned cheerfully, for some reason he was really having a good time with this battle. "And then I'll drag your dead body back to your mother, seeing as she was oh so confident that you would win against me!
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:26 pm
Bataar seriously hoped that, of all the things, he wasn’t ultimately killed by Huang’s damned needles. That would have been just plain embarrassing-- why, he didn’t think he’d even want to come back as a ghost following that. It just sounded absolutely nasty in the Mongol’s opinion, which was why he was doing his best to avoid further injury that might have been caused by the small weapons. He would much rather be stabbed through with a sword, which Huang also seemed to be doing his best to use. Still, the other man wasn’t as good with his katana as he was with his needles-- that much was clear, and also a bit of a relief.
He deflected the next set of needles that came flying towards him this time, having been expecting that particular attack to finally come out of the Legionnaire. He wasn’t actually aware that Huang was on the verge of running out, but he could see that the other man was beginning to rely more and more upon his sword to try and attack. The Mongol aimed yet another slash at the assassin, grunting with determination as he brought his sword down, hoping that it would hit its mark.
He himself wasn’t having a terribly good time with this battle. He wasn’t exactly fighting it on his mother’s command, either, as Huang seemed ready to assume. This was all Bataar, in truth, just trying to get the better of one of his more terrible enemies. He tightened his lips, but did not deign to reply when the assassin started taunting him. That would be a waste of both time and concentration as he’d learned so many times before. He just had to find a hole in Huang’s swordplay and get the better of him. That was how this was going to have to work.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:38 pm
Huang felt the needles in his side lessening and lessening and yet Bataar wasn't slowing his attacks down. He was going to have to rely on the short sword solely soon and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to win.
Growling, he tried to focus on the attacks still happening at him and doing his best to avoid the mongols strength. Pulling back, he shot five more needles from the sack. That was fifteen now. As he remembered, he had only put 25 in the small sack.
Hesitating for an instant, he felt the bite of Bataar's sword on his arm as it sliced light across it. The good thing, not his sword arm, the bad thing, it was the one he used for Needles. Gasping, he jumped back to assess the wound before glaring at Bataar.
"I tire of these games Bataar." He shrugged the wound off as much as he could before closing the distance once more, "Why won't you just die?" Huang gritted his teeth, tired of the other man's actions against him. All he wanted to do was end this!
Five more needles fell into his hands as he stabbed them blindly at the man, hoping wherever they went, they went in deep and good. Twenty needles and he only had five more left. Pulling the last ones out, he prepared himself for the time to rely solely on the sword. If he made it through this, he would make the Katana a permanent addition to his weapons, after all it was proving to be fairly reliable in this fight as something good for defense. If he had more time to train, he could turn the needles and the Katana into a fantastic defensive and offensive technique. His arm would have to gain an extra layer for protection, as he could tell by Bat's swings that totally rumbled through his whole arm.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:46 pm
Bataar looked extremely relieved when he finally cut the assassin’s arm, although he was unhappy to find that it definitely wasn’t his sword arm. His disappointment at this could not be properly expressed, as it meant that the damned idiot was going to continue to fight him. Bat wished he could have just landed a wound that would end the fight for now, as he was growing tired. For some reason, he’d been exhausted lately, and he suspected that it must be an impending cold. He stepped back, panting, as he tried to figure out how he could get in anymore damage. This was starting to feel impossible.
The man narrowed his eyes, realizing that Huang-fu was also determined to end their fight. ”Well, then, so do I.” It would have been a fine thing to say, except for the fact that he meant it. The virus that he would have for the next few months was just setting in, even if he didn’t realize it. He wouldn’t get his chance to kill Huang-fu for a while yet if he allowed the other man to leave this fight undamaged, but nothing of the sort was crossing his mind. It seemed silly to consider that they wouldn’t fight the following week, or very soon after that.
He grimaced as the needles flew and deflected the majority of them with his sword, but yet another buried itself in his sword arm. He let out a low growl, his green eyes darkening with pain. It was bad enough to have to fight with one needle in his arm, let alone two. That made his task nearly impossible, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance at winning now. The Mongol tried to move further back although the determination was dying from his eyes. He looked merely exhausted now, not to mention in pain. It would probably be no good to fight him now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:08 pm
Huang watched as blood trickled down his arm slowly and slippery. It fell to the ground in heavy red drops that stained and he grimaced. So he had been the first to shed blood on the ground for this battle. It didn't mean that he would lose, but all the more made him battle harder. He watches as another made it into Bataar's arm and sighed in relief, He was tiring though for a different reason then Bat's and sweat was beginning to get in his eyes as he tried to figure just how to end the battle.
Five needles left and his sword, He let the last five needles go before he closed the distance in a mad dash to catch the man sword against sword again. The metal shone in the day as both men, both too stubborn to give up their fight continued what seemed like now a meaningless battle.
Huang could feel for some reason himself getting the upper hand in the battle, Bataar wasn't looking like himself, weak. He was starting to look weak in their battle. Or maybe it was a hallucination brought on by the heat of the day?
He watched As Bataar started to move back and Huang grimaced. He wanted to retreat, he wanted to leave. Huang mouth drew tight, He hated that any fight he would win was because Bataar seemed so weak. His heart didn't even set in the fight anymore.
He jumped back and spat at the ground. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, You look like a scared rabbit on the verge of becoming dinner. You look WEAK." he put the last emphasize on the word and growled, "I don't see any fight in you and it makes me lose my taste for this battle." Huang growled before he motioned for his comrades to come out. Three or four more other assassin looking warriors came out and flanked Huang's side. "Leave Bataar, go home to your mother and tell her how you failed. And next time we meet, be ready to die." Huang sniffed at him before turning on his heel. He was pissed now and needed a good outlet for the pent up battle energy he had, It was time to train and train hard. his recruits looked at each other before following him, leaving Bataar behind to do as he pleased.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:36 pm
The battle continued, but it was beginning to feel more and more grueling for the warrior who hadn’t realized that he’d fallen ill. He looked sick-- he must have. Even Huang-fu appeared to have noticed. Bataar took a shaky breath, brushing his bangs away from his face. He had broken out into a cold sweat and felt physically exhausted. In fact, this was the worst he’d felt in a long time, and he absently wondered if Huang had poisoned one of the needles sticking out of his sword arm-- but no, they didn’t look like the poisoned sort, and he probably would have been passed out by now.
This was an entirely different feeling, and he couldn’t say that it was a good one. He couldn’t agree with Huang on the idea that he looked scared, but he did feel weak. A wave of dizziness rolled over him and he turned away from the other man, trying to get his bearings. ”I’ll get you later.” he panted, although he didn’t look as if he’d make it to “later” right about now. He wastched with a faint light of disappointment coloring his eyes as the other man left and sighed, throwing himself down upon the ground to take a much-needed break.
He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he was pretty sure Huang hadn’t caused the problem. He sat with his head in his hands for what felt like a long time before he was finally able to get up. No doubt he was being watched by a hoard of Legionnaires. He’d have to go to a healer, and soon. Whatever it was, he’d probably be over it in a few days anyway, right?
What Bataar Jaoret didn’t know was that this was an illness that would plague him far longer than a few days, or even a few weeks. It would take months before he’d be back to normal.
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