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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
3/20/2017 11:23:57 AM
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[spoiler]Imma be bored. Need to fight some new people, people I haven't fought.
It can be to the death, or until someone just gives up: whatever you want.
Here we go.[/spoiler]
[i]...Sheep.[/i]
[i]They flooded Tatakai at this rate: the whole lot of them. Innocents, saints, "good people"...I don't know what you'd want to call them. To me, they're nothing but cannon fodder - in the ways of those who strive to become more than sheep. You'd call those types wolves...predators...[/i]
[i]Warriors.[/i]
[i]I decided that it was time to come to the Dojo once more. It would...certainly be an interesting experience. I wasn't entering as I had...previously. But instead, in a calmer fashion - perhaps challenge someone there to a duel..[/i]
-Log 027
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[b]The Dojo, 5:21 PM[/b]
[b]Courtyard A1[/b]
"How in the-"
[i]Octavia's surprised voice rang out in confusion, before a grunt of pain escaped her voice, accompanied by the clanging of steel as her caged helmet was dented severally. The assassin stumbled back into the concrete wall, gripping her sword and dagger and ignoring the agonizing pain as she charged towards her opponent.[/i]
[i]Her opponent in particular was a knightess, clad in quite lightweight armor - the only steel plate that she wore consisted of a chest piece that covered her chest, side and back, leather straps holding them into place. A steel helm covered her head, a visor concealing her face while a light blonde ponytail protruded from its backend, coiled in a long braid. She had to have been at least six feet and three inches tall, her body athletic and lightweight - plates of steel covered her knees, forearms and legs, while chainmail covered the rest of the woman's body. In her hands, she clutched a four-foot long bastard sword, the steel blade of the weapon gleaming in the faded sunlight.[/i]
"Quit complaining. You left yourself open for an attack," [i]The knight quickly responded, as Octavia wildly slashed down with both of her blades. The knightess merely held her blade up and parried the blades, throwing Octavia to the side as the assassin almost fell over from the pure force of the push.[/i] "You're too aggressive. You need to focus."
"Fine..." [i]Octavia muttered, as she rose up and continued the fight.[/i]
((Open if you want to combat one of the two, or perhaps both.))
English
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"I've seen mongrels fight better over a piece of bread!" [i]An English accented man yelled, as the sound of something thumping on the ground approached. It was a handsome male with combed back hair that was the shade of strawberry blonde, which incidentally revealed his ocean blue eyes. He must have stood at 6'1, not counting the armor he had on. He primarily had on a Long Gambeson that had bear fur at the hem and a pouch on a sling. Mostly for aesthetic purposes, then starting at the collarbone was vegetated leather which ended at his lower ribcage. Underneath the leather armor was chainmail sewn on the quilted gambeson itself, which reached all the way down to the knees. Finally there was the gambeson itself, which was studded. His shoulder pads were of a Damascus steel plate which effectively protected his shoulders, but left his elbows and armpits exposed. Only covered by the studded gambeson. To match the shoulder pads he had of steel bracers, his hands covered by leather gloves. One of which held a 1.8 meter staff in hand with multiple ferrules on each end. Most likely to prevent splitting and strike harder with each blow. His ceramic kneepads were covered by the gambeson, but his boots were visible. Plate covering down to the ankle, the rest being vegetated leather. The man known as Cirran-Cirraca Xanthus smirked as he watched the fight, quarterstaff in hand. His Staff more or less gave off a presence...as if a blade would shatter if one hit it.[/i]
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"If I was fighting over a piece of bread, she would already be dead." [i]The knightess calmly replied, as Octavia merely heightened her performance against her opponent. The Peacekeeper began her immediate assault with a sudden jolt forwards, bringing her sword down upon the knightess' helmeted head. In response...well, the fight certainly got more vicious.[/i] [i]The knightess merely grabbed the blade and rammed her hilt into Octavia's jaw, a burst of blood escaping the Peacekeeper's helm as she yelled a little. The assassin then reared back and slammed the blade of her dagger into the knight's sword hand, which caused a slight grunt and allowed Octavia to slip away suddenly. The knight looked down at her wound, which had begun to bleed quite severely. She merely chuckled, her soft laughter muffled by the depths of her helmet.[/i] "My first wound from you, Octavia. That's quite embarrassing for a Peacekeeper, is it not? At any rate; I'm sure that you could be much more successful against this gentleman here, yes?" [i]The knight's tone was calm and laced with a voice of sweetness, although Xanthus could probably sense the lies within her voice. She didn't doubt his ability at all, from the looks of it. [/i]
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"Look at that, seems like my slathered words of an insult got to her!" [i]He noted as the battlemage merely watched, twirling his staff in place. It was an interesting sight to say the least, until it was interrupted by that comment.[/i] "Oh? You think she can take on me? Fine, fine." [i]Xanthus opened the pouch on his chest and revealed a mere flask filled with...something. He opened the bottle with one hand with some difficulty until it let out a pop. Then he drank all of the liquid, dropping it.[/i] "I might as well lecture you Miss...?"
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"...Octavia." [i]The Peacekeeper spoke, standing some feet away from Xanthus and cleaning off her bloodstained lips. Octavia was a younger woman, with smooth light olive skin and a sharp, angular jaw structure. Her lime green eyes flickered over to Xanthus quickly, a clever glare within them before she placed her caged helmet upon her head once more.[/i] [i]Octavia then unsheathed her two signature weapons: the first was a steel shortsword, the edge of the weapon slanted for more slashing potential, while the scabbard's hilt was intended for parrying and blocking due to its design. The second was a dagger, stained with the Warden's deep red blood and looking to be a weapon of a genuine murderer, with jagged edges and a sharpened blade.[/i]
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"My name is Cirran-Cirraca Xanthus. Sword and Dagger? I can see how it could work out, but that would leave one at a disadvantage. Like say blocking a mace with a shield for example." [i]Xanthus said, possibly eluding to something. Which he proceeded to show off by sliding his hand down the shaft and into the middle of the staff. He them slammed the head of the quarterstaff upon the ground, the slate/concrete being cracked and demolished in a small circle of the impact spot. Xanthus lifted the staff back up, now a greyish, almost clear bubble forming around it.[/i] "This, is a hypocenter. I control vibrations, it just so happens a hypocenter causes destructive vibrations called earthquakes. But, for the sake of sportsmanship. I will not use it against you, as it'd utterly tear and mangle your body into a pile of flesh, blood, muscle and bone." [i]The hypocenter had disappeared, Xanthus got into a defensive stance with the quarterstaff.[/i] "Your move, Octavia."
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"Sounds absolutely amazing," [i]Octavia muttered, a tone of immediate dislike laced within her young voice. She already didn't like the mage; he was too cocky for her tastes.[/i] [i]Instead of immediately charging into combat, Octavia sheathed her dagger before simultaneously throwing two sharpened daggers that she had drawn from her waist, one heading towards his shoulder - the other aimed at Xanthus' throat. Octavia was testing his reflexes, apparently.[/i]
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[i]The Quarterstaff immediately flew up to the knives, deflecting them to the side. However the knife intended for his throat had grazed the side, missing his carotid. This was no ordinary quarterstaff for sure, it seemed to have multiple enchantments upon it. One designed for parrying and another for striking hard. The Mage sprinted towards Octavia in a zig zag pattern, changing up the zig zag as he went long as to have a better chance of her missing any more knife throws.[/i]
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[i]Octavia smirked cleverly to herself, as she then drew her dagger and prepared herself for combat against Xanthus: she could see that he could use the staff quickly and efficiently, while he had...something that made it more capable of blocking and parries. She thought he would dodge, if anything.[/i] [i]Octavia didn't bother to make the first move against Xanthus, as countering him would be much easier than hacking away at him, hoping to get a lucky hit.[/i]
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[i]The mage had stopped his zigzagging a couple meters away, just standing there...staff in hand. Xanthus was calculating many possibilities and decided to do his best outcome, so he closed his eyes and He quickly flipped his staff once and then slammed it on the ground with a boom, light bursted out from the staff in a similar fashion to a flash bang. It seemed he had more tricks up his sleeve, not to mention a dirty cheater.[/i]
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"Agh!" [i]Octavia yelled out, blinded by the sudden flare of light that engulfed her eyes. She had gone against less conventional flashbangs, developed by the Knights and Samurai back within her world. But this?[/i] [i]She didn't expect it at all. Octavia began stepping away, fury burning within her very core. She began to rely on her hearing, hoping that she could hear Xanthus' steps as he approached: she couldn't block, but instead try to dodge.[/i]
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[i]The Sorcerer started to circle Octavia, spinning the staff in hand. Then with every few paces the sound of a hammer slamming upon metal on a anvil was heard. Xanthus was repeating this cycle now, step, step, step, slam, spin, slam and repeat. It was a bizarre sight, though luckily Octavia's sight started to come back. The Mage then did the cycle again, at a more faster pace. It seemed he was using the loud noise to cover his approach. A clever move, as he approached with every slam.[/i]
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[i]Octavia could at least see what looked like an outline of her combatant, although still, it was extremely fuzzy due to the effects of the blinding. She would continue her previous idea - circle around and attempt to dodge whatever Xanthus would throw at her. The only issue was that she didn't want to go against an overhead attack. Even if she did dodge, Octavia was so disoriented that she would probably trip.[/i]
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[i]The Mage had started to back up, gripping the staff tightly. Then he made a mad dash forward, Xanthus planted his Staff into the ground and used it to pull off a pole vault, soaring through the air he had used his pyromancy to light his hand on fire, forming a fist with it he came hurling down onto Octavia. It was gonna hurt like a bitch for Xanthus if he did or didn't pull it off either way.[/i]
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[i]Originally, Octavia had thought that Xanthus was going to try and crash down upon her head, while she found amusement in the idea. She didn't even see the glare of the flame engulfing his hand as she rolled out of his pathway, and to his right.[/i] [i]Of course, it didn't exactly end well for her.[/i] [i]Due to her still disoriented state, she didn't really roll - but instead lunge and crashed down into the earth, helm scraping against the earth as she groaned. She almost looked drunk, the way she "dodged".[/i]
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"This is the end!" [i]Xanthus had boasted loudly as he came down on Octavia, his fist colliding down upon her thigh, just missing the behind of her left knee. Let's say it just hurt like hell for them both, on one hand the flames had rolled off his fist and onto the impact spot, now searing her thigh like a steak within the armor. On the other he had a possibly fractured, if not broken hand.[/i]
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"Gah!" [i]Octavia yelled in agony, her left hand immediately swerving up to Xanthus' ribs. The dagger slammed into his body two times, before she pushed him off and rolled away, only barely managing to bat away the flickering flames before another pained yell escaped her mouth.[/i] [i]It wasn't her armor that cooked her - it was the fact that it consisted of mostly leather. Where Xanthus' -blam!- had hit her thigh, there was now a scorch mark, as Octavia weakly stood.[/i] "Should've expected this shit.."
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"You fuсking сunt!" [i]Xanthus had too yelled out in pain, holding his chest with one of his hands. The knife had managed to puncture through the leather, chainmail and gambeson, but not to an extremely lethal way. At this point the mage was beyond pissed as he did a somersault into a stand and ran towards his staff. He had decided to forego his previous statement as propped it up. The quarterstaff shook violently as the greyish aura sheathed it, then the yellow flame danced up and down on it. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be too pretty. Xanthus slammed the staff upon the ground with all of his might, the fire-like aura transferring within the ground. The ground shook beneath the courtyard itself, an earthquake was happening on a mountaintop? Bizarre. No, this was Xanthus's doing. The ground started to split and crack beneath Xanthus, as it made towards Octavia. Flames seeped out from it, as if the pits of hell had been released upon them. The split had started to widen as it approached Octavia, flames now roaring from it. He had planned to kill her on the spot.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 4/5/2017 8:52:00 PM"S-Shit!!" [i]Octavia yelled, as adrenaline began to course through her body as the the split earth came close. She immediately jolted out of the courtyard, bearing through the agony that rushed through her thigh as she continued to sprint through the hellhole that was known as the Dojo. Eventually, Xanthus couldn't see her as the earth continued to rumble and crack - she had gotten behind some buildings. [/i] [i]In truth, Octavia was probably dead or was a complete idiot - her plan? It was to bring down the Dojo with her, relying on Xanthus to continue the magic that he had casted.[/i]
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[i]The fire had died out, as did the earthquake. Xanthus had stopped it as he looked visibly weary, panting and gasping as he used his stick to keep himself up. He had used too much Power in this burst of anger, a hasty thought gone wrong. The mage had looked around a bit and assumed Octavia had died, and started to hobble off to get some rest and contemplate. Xanthus looked like a completely different man at this point, not a faucet of anger but just tiredness.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 4/6/2017 12:17:30 AM[i]Meanwhile, Octavia wasn't in a much better state.[/i] [i]The Peacekeeper fell to the concrete after running to a separate courtyard, tearing off her helm viciously before placing both hands upon the stone, and began to abruptly puke, bile covering the ground in a disgusting manner. Her tiredness, combined with her agony and pure terror, had taken a toll on her, as she rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply. [/i] [i]After a minute of simply sitting against the ground and cleaning herself, Octavia slowly stumbled upwards, standing straight as mumbles of fear escaped her mouth. She looked around for any signs of Xanthus, before walking off shakily..[/i] ((End, unless you want Xan to show up.))
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[i]A knight approached the two and the area they were training in. His leather boots gently thumped over the stones that made the pavement of the courtyard, though the light thumping was accompanied by some equally light clanking, from the armour and equipment he had with him. Octavia might have recognized him. Remy. His face was obscured by a gilded sugar loaf helmet, complete with visor, though it was currently down, yet his ocean blue eyes were visible, albeit barely. Basically, just the standard Warden helmet. He had two crosses engraved into it, on the visor, right where his cheeks would be -- like the cross Jesus Christ was nailed onto. On top of the crosses, it also had paint, in the forms of gashes, black to crimson red to black and repeat, forming three "cuts" with the crimson red. As for his armour, it almost looked a bit haphazard. A chain mail "shirt" that covered his arms and torso, with a leather tunic over it. On the chain mail and the leather were parts of steel, giving the knight a decent bit of protection. As for his legs, he had thick leather pants and boots with more steel plating, though he had cloth hanging from his middle, four "flaps" in total, and they all held the same paintjob as his helmet: three crimson red gashes with black surrounding it. In Remy's left hand, as if it was a sheath, he had a greatsword, the weapon a total of five feet in length, and currently held horizontally, though that quickly changed as he took it in his right hand, flat side resting on the right shoulder. As for other weapons, he had five, four inch long throwing knives on his left hip, all of them with nasty, serrated edges. On top of the throwing knives, he also had a short sword sheathed on his right, the weapon a total of twenty-five inches long. For now, the man remained quiet, merely spectating from a good seven feet away.[/i]
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[i]As soon as Octavia bothered to look over at Remy's approaching figure, the Warden that she was dueling raised her longsword above the young woman's head, her looming shadow casting over Octavia's frame as she brought the blade down. Octavia merely looked upon it with a sudden calmness, before-[/i] "[i]Morituro![/i]" [i]The Peacekeeper literally leaped into the falling blade, pressing her dagger and longsword against it and parrying the Warden with remarkable ease, to the knight's immediate surprise. She slid back, but Octavia didn't end there, as the bottom of her foot suddenly slammed into the side of the knightess' helm, steel bending and denting slightly as her head rang within the cold, enclosed depths of the helmet. Octavia yelled in newfound adrenaline as she slammed her leg into the knight's helmet once more, this time slamming the side of it again but with her kneecap. The knight skidded back, shaking her head and chuckling in an almost pained voice.[/i] "Mm. Your boyfriend arrives, and you're suddenly eager to impress him, yes? Good, good." [i]The knight slammed her blade into the earth, as Octavia calmed herself down and sheathed her weaponry, removing her caged helmet after a moment. Her light brunette hair fell to her shoulders in a rush, hanging from her head in a smooth fashion, almost gleaming in the sunlight. Her lime green eyes looked upon Remy as he watched, as her hand moved slightly to wave. The knightess looked over and nodded, noticing his garb...was he a renegade Warden? Or perhaps, a man who had taken the armor for his own purposes..[/i] "Remy," [i]The Peacekeeper spoke, smiling as she strolled over to his figurine. She had to look up at his face, due to the fact that he was about a foot taller (hell, I think he is a foot taller) than her. She was rather short, to be quite honest.[/i] "Good to see you again. You finally got out of that place, then?" [i]She held out her hand to shake his, in a...kinder fashion. Octavia hadn't changed much since their meeting within the border of Wa, although she was certainly a better warrior than beforehand.[/i]
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[i]While the knightess was definitely wrong about the boyfriend part, she definitely wasn't about the whole impressing thing. Remy was, genuinely, impressed, an equally genuine applause coming from the sidelines, as the Warden clapped his gloved hands together a few times. His greatsword (because it definitely ain't a fuсkin' longsword >.>) was "sheathed" in the ground, the knight currently leaning on it with his right side.[/i] "Octavia," [i]He spoke after the Peacekeeper had approached him, his voice as gravelly and rough as it was when they met the first time, yet it also held a kind and friendly tone,[/i] "Good to see you here as well, lass." [i]He smiled beneath his helmet as he took Octavia's hand in his own, the former's dwarfed in the latter's, considering that he was.. a big man, definitely, standing at six feet and seven inches. He firmly held Octavia's hand, giving it a shake that was just as firm, though his hand retreated back to his side after that.[/i] "Happy to see you made it out as well.. though, I'm missing a certain someone, the guy with the halberd.. But, first, who's the lass who called me your, ah, boyfriend? Didn't knew the news had gotten this far.." [i]What a joker. Huehuehue.[/i]
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[i]At the knight's joke, Octavia chuckled quietly, before motioning over to the knightess who had brought up the boyfriend thing.[/i] [i]The warrior hadn't removed her helmet like Octavia had, but she had begun to approach Remy, her own sword held tightly within her own left hand. Upon her approach, Remy had begun to notice more details about her, specifically the symbol upon her chest: it displayed a straight sword, one half of a skull upon the right side of its blade, while one half of a knight helm was upon the other. [/i] "Eliza Coulter, Lieutenant and Warden of the Blackstone Legion." [i]The knightess held out her hand for Remy to shake, as she continued to speak in that foreign, commanding yet kind voice of a leader.[/i] "Your friend Octavia and her brother, Olythran, joined the Legion a while back. Certainly some fine additions to our ranks, truly. By the way, apologies for sounding suspicious - but where did you receive such armor?"
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[i]Rem Rem looked Eliza over a few times, recognizing the name of the Legion she was a part of, and he once was, too. He slowly raised his left hand as he had for Octavia, as his right hand was occupied by the cruciform of his sword. He took Eliza's hand in a firm grip, giving it another equally firm shake while simultaneously speaking up,[/i] "I, too, was once a part of the Blackstone Legion, oh-so-very long ago. Octavia.. she might know, because I do believe I told her about it. Anyway, I was part of the Legion, though I left it to go rogue. Wasn't a fan of the militaristic lifestyle. Became a.. vigilante, of sorts, as well as a blade-for-hire. As for my name, Eliza, it's Remy. Remy Warnerius. Rogue Warden Remy." [i]And now, Remy went silent again, his hand breaking away from the shorter woman's, going back to hanging limply at his left side. She was a Lieutenant, probably wouldn't approve of what he had said and done, but.. he could take on a single Warden. Probably. He didn't want a fight, but he was ready for one.[/i]
